John and Sherlock and the girl took the lift down to the ground floor of Scotland Yard. When they exited the lift, John could contain his outburst no longer. "Did you really just kidnap a teenage girl, Sherlock? How do you even know she wants to go to Baker Street with us? There's no room with Lucy and Xena there."
"John, do shut up. I didn't kidnap her, she wanted to come." Sherlock glided out the shiny glass doors.
The girl trailed after him and John brought up the lead. Sherlock raised his arm for a taxi and they slid into it together, the girl in the middle.
"Baker Street." Sherlock ordered the driver and turned his attention to the window.
John studied the girl beside him. He smiled. "I'm John Watson. I'm sorry but I didn't catch your name."
The girl nodded and glanced at Sherlock. "It's fine; you can trust him." He said.
The girl pulled the notebook from under her shirt and a pen from her pocket. She opened the book and scribbled something quickly. The girl passed the notebook to John.
Pleased to meet you, John. Sorry I can't talk, I've been threatened. I'm a witness to the bombing that happened last night.
John's face showed obvious sympathy. "Crazy kids these days." He grumbled.
The girl nodded.
"Here you are." The driver called out. The passengers got out of the cab and Sherlock led the girl inside. John sighed when he realized Sherlock was making him pay. He paid the cabbie and entered 221B.