Sherlock Holmes (
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For John Watson
[Sherlock is still finding pieces of the melted laptop in the carpet.
It had actually been quite an ingenious booby trap to be devised by a fourteen year old boy with only household chemicals to work with but, as Sherlock surmised, rather overkill to keep his mother from finding his extensive porn collection. Not one of their more illustrious cases, but it had been quite entertaining to watch both the boy and mother's faces as he revealed that he did know the how and why. He lost interest after the mother started shouting and John started shouting and the whole thing turned tedious.
He rather thinks John won't actually be doing a full write-up of this one on his blog.
It's been two days since their last case and he's beginning to get more than a little antsy. Lestrade has sent him nothing, just a boring hit and run that he refused to even leave the flat for, and nobody interesting has appeared through the blog. Said blog he is currently scrolling through on John's laptop, having borrowed it again.
He did ask, it's not his fault John hadn't been in the room at the time.]
Bored, John.
[He doesn't even know if his flatmate is even in, but that's hardly a necessity for him to actually speak to John. Frustrated, he throws the laptop across the room to hit the wall, where it summarily breaks. Which is where he can be found whenever John appears, sulking amidst pieces of laptop, both from the melted one of their last case and John's poor broken one.]
It had actually been quite an ingenious booby trap to be devised by a fourteen year old boy with only household chemicals to work with but, as Sherlock surmised, rather overkill to keep his mother from finding his extensive porn collection. Not one of their more illustrious cases, but it had been quite entertaining to watch both the boy and mother's faces as he revealed that he did know the how and why. He lost interest after the mother started shouting and John started shouting and the whole thing turned tedious.
He rather thinks John won't actually be doing a full write-up of this one on his blog.
It's been two days since their last case and he's beginning to get more than a little antsy. Lestrade has sent him nothing, just a boring hit and run that he refused to even leave the flat for, and nobody interesting has appeared through the blog. Said blog he is currently scrolling through on John's laptop, having borrowed it again.
He did ask, it's not his fault John hadn't been in the room at the time.]
Bored, John.
[He doesn't even know if his flatmate is even in, but that's hardly a necessity for him to actually speak to John. Frustrated, he throws the laptop across the room to hit the wall, where it summarily breaks. Which is where he can be found whenever John appears, sulking amidst pieces of laptop, both from the melted one of their last case and John's poor broken one.]
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'Ignore it,' Sherlock says. John doesn't think he'll be able to, but he can pretend for the moment as he hurries after his friend.]
Things like Molly. Right.
[John will leave Sherlock to contemplate in silence as he watches for the cab and flags it down when he notices it creeping along the road, the cabbie obviously checking street numbers.]
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The morgue, of course. But it would never be so simple, that would be a poor clue to be spelled out for them so cleanly. A different morgue? Perhaps. No. He refused to believe she was dead-- what was that noise? It's cutting through his thoughts and scrambling his deductions. He glares over at John, because it's his phone ringing with an unknown number.]
Shut that up.
[Or he will throw it out of the window. This is why his phone is so often off at inopportune moments, or why the doorbell ends up in the fridge.]
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Hello?
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[It's Molly, voice trembling a bit, barely above a whisper.]
John, I've got to give you a clue, are you listening? Just-- just say yes.
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Yes, Molly.
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E is for estranged.
[She draws in a shuddering breath.]
You have five hours.
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[He'll just go ahead and use a nickname for comfort.]
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There's a bomb, he's listening, I can't...
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['And escape, if you can,' he doesn't say. He's not sure which of them is supposed to hang up here, but he glances up to Sherlock see if there's anything else he wants to ask or if the look he's giving John says hang up.]
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But he is scared for her.
He only speaks when the line has been hung up, voice pitched low in case the cab driver is listening.]
Estranged, John?
[It has to be personal to him, after all.]
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My parents are dead, and I don't have any secret brothers, or anything.
[John frowns in thought, keeping his own voice low. The fact that his thoughts immediately jump to his dead parents for the 'estranged' category might tell Sherlock more about him than he's really meaning to, but that's not his focus for the moment. Harry's already dead, so he's not sure how much sense that makes.]
Maybe the morgue where they took he from the crime scene? The funeral parlor?
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Your parents or Harry, could be either, which do you think is more likely?
[He assumes they went to different morgues and funeral parlours. It could even be the grave, if they're buried rather than cremated.]
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She's already used Harry. Dunno if she's the sort to do repeats. Jim doesn't seem like the type. Parents, probably? Harry ID'd their bodies at Royal London Hospital after the crash. [He clarifies after a moment.] Car crash. I'm, uh... d'you think they'd have forgotten me by now if we go back there? I sort of had to break out after they dragged me over there along with the kid Caroline shot.
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[He's not entirely sure it'll be the hospital, but it's their best lead for now and so he leans forwards to instruct the cab driver to change course and take them to the Royal London Hospital.]
I doubt they'll remember each patient, and we shouldn't be going anywhere near the same ward.
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You really think he could hide Molly with a bomb down in their morgue without any problems?
[He's not incredulous, just confused as to how that would be possible. Hospitals might not be-]
Her credentials and vest. Bloody hell.
[Jim could easily turn Molly into a suicide bomber. She has precisely the sort of ID that would get her into any hospital motuary in London, minimal questions asked.]
How much d'you know about defusing bombs?
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[Sherlock never likes to admit when he has gaps in his knowledge, but even he's not egotistical enough to put Molly's life in danger by pretending otherwise.]
But we can't risk drawing the police down onto the hospital unless there's no other choice, it could be that he would automatically detonate should they get involved.
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You've got a smartphone. I suggest you study up on the drive over. Probably some sort of suicide bomber vest. Jim seems like he has the resources for something higher end, not your typical IED.
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Do you have your gun, still?
[It's low, for John's ears only. He hadn't paid attention to if it had been saved from Baker Street or not.]
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[He doesn't even have a pocket knife at the moment, which he is sorely regretting.]
I can improvise if we need to.
[John's very good at improvising weapons, for better or worse.]
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The number Molly called you from, was it hers? Was it unlisted? It's possible we may be able to track the phone itself.
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[He's probably watched too many crime scene procedurals with his mind going there, but when your life becomes one...]
I can try calling it back?
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[That's immediate and firm.]
The mobile might be in some way linked to the detonation device, or might even trigger the bomb itself. We can't possibly risk that... here. [He thrusts his phone at John and holds his hand out for John's phone in return.] You keep researching the diffusing of bombs, I need to call Mycroft.
[Much as it galls him to have to ask for big brother's help after things went so sour before, he's not going to risk Molly for the sake of pride. He's actually a little curious where his brother is, he's surprised no calls have been made regarding his fit on camera last night. Mycroft never goes anywhere, where could he be?]
Agh! I ask you about this and then I lose the tag. /o\
When Sherlock calls Mycroft, he'll actually find it rings through to voicemail on the first attempt.]
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Where is Mycroft? His brother never goes anywhere except work, home, and the Diogenes club. Even if he's in this stupid silent room, he would never have his phone off or out of his sight in case an important notification came in. If it were anyone else, he might actually be worried.
As it is, he's more concerned for whatever country Mycroft is probably currently invading.
He hangs up and tries again, if he gets no answer this time then he'll leave a voicemail.]
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I need to track this properly with my Watson account because I keep missing this... /facepalm
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own accent*
Re: own accent*
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