Bored at Baker Street?

by Artie Joe

How Sherlock and John solve cases and raise Rosie with the help of their fierce landlady, an anxious DI and an annoyed British government. I guess Baker Street is never boring... Disclaimer: The BBC hosted series Sherlock is the creation of Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss (et. al.?) Note: 1. My fanfiction starts from where Season 4 left off.

4. Deductions and Formula

Deductions and Formula

Earls heavy. more guns d. the Lady, Tuesday

"Well? John asked expectantly.
Sherlock smiled. "Well what?"
"It's a clue, isn't it?" There was a slightly rhetorical tone to it. "The Earl. Guns. Delivery...It's right there."
Holmes peered back into the microscope. "This, my dear John, will help find the Earl. Not a message regarding a consignment of tea powder." Sensing John's scrunched eyebrows, he continued, while gazing at the slide, "Kidnappers or mobsters for that matter do not complain about their victim being heavy and will not ask for 'more guns'. I suppose they consider it beneath their supposed machismo. Besides, who asks for guns by saying 'guns'. It's much too explicit." John nodded imperceptibly. "What then is this 'Earl', you may wonder? Considering the faint smell of tea powder from..."
"Earl Grey..." John mumbled.
"And that can be verified since the Lady is a diner in South London...This, however..." Sherlock held the test tube against the light "...will undoubtedly save the old Earl and possibly solve the murder."
"So Molly's, yeah?" John quipped.
"Yes," Sherlock grabbed the Belfast, "to St. Barts."
And as if on cue, Rosie woke up wailing.
"First things first." John headed to the bedroom. Sherlock nodded, picking up a feeder from the cupboard with one hand and heating some milk in a pan with the other.