"A ransom note? For Conan?" The detective's tone didn't sound at all worried. If anything, he sounded confused but took the note rom his flatmate anyway and scanned over it. Instead of a demand for money though, this ransom note included details for a suicide case the sender and Conan's kidnapper was convinced was murder. Sherlock frowned at the 'demands' part of the letter and handed it back to John.
"So what do we do?" The army doctor asked, watching the other closely. Sherlock's attention was caught by the suicide details though and he remained silent. "Sherlock. What do we do? Do we call the police or-"
"Nothing. He's fine." Sherlock waved it off. "What I want to know is why are they so sure this is murder? Stating this-Thomas isn't the 'suicide type' isn't exactly proof of foul play'"
"Did you not hear me when I said he'd been kidnapped?" John asked, exasperated.
"That's exactly why I want to know why they're so certain" Sherlock ignored the obvious exasperation in John's voice. "-to go as far as kidnapping-they must not have any doubts." He read over the paper again. "too bad the kidnapper wasn't smart enough to give me anything helpful."
"That's… great. But what about Conan?" John put emphasis on the name in hopes that Sherlock would suddenly remember the kidnap victim was a child.
"What about him?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"He's been kidnapped? Does that ring a bell?" John asked, starting to sound irritated.
"I told you, he's fine." Sherlock stated dismissively.
"Sherlock. He's only seven-"
"I'm baaack!" The front door opened and cheerful and unmistakably seven year old tones of Conan Edogawa interrupted that last thought. John looked towards the front door and then back over at Sherlock who was giving him an extremely irritating 'I told you so' smile.
"…Shut up."