Cold Obsidian Eyes

by johnsarmylady

London, after Moriarty's attempt to take over the country, is left in the hands of ruthless and power hungry gangs. Sherlock Holmes, scientist, found himself kidnapped, rescued, and dragged into the fight by a stranger and his unusual band of followers. But Sherlock has a secret that could spell death for all of them. An AU told in 221B format. Rated M for later themes.

95. A Puzzle of a Slightly Different Kind

"I would have preferred the chance to look for their mobiles." John sighed as Sherlock unpacked the backpack.

"You heard how close behind us those officers were," the younger man pointed out. "If we'd hung around much longer they would have caught us."

"Mmm." It was a sound partly of agreement, partly irritation as John turned towards the kitchen. "I'll make tea, you see what's in those notes first."

"First?"

"Well, if the answer's not there, somehow we…. or rather you… are going to have to hack that laptop."

John couldn't see it, but Sherlock's expression was a mixture of puzzlement and possibilities.

"You're a scientist Sherlock, a chemist." The doctor said as he put together their beverages. "You live for puzzles; just think of it as a puzzle of a slightly different kind."

While Sherlock read, John made breakfast for them both, handing a plate of scrambled egg on toast to the younger man. A mumbled word of thanks was followed by the sound of china being dumped unceremoniously on the coffee table and a return to the sound of pages turning.

"This Sally Donovan wrote copious notes, unfortunately it all seems to be in some form of police shorthand."

"Jargon?"

"And a lot of reference by initials."

"Well then, seems the sooner you start on the laptop the better."