"Ricin! Sherlock, no. When I kill you, it will be face to face-- or at least it will be somewhere nearby. Ricin!" Jim laughed as he crossed the room and set the keys to the handcuffs on Sherlock's head, as if he too were a dog to do parlor tricks. "But otherwise, well done,". He crouched then, hand actually touching Sherlock's knee. He closed his eyes to shiver at the feeling as if it was literally the very best thing he had ever experienced in his whole life. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and exhaled. "Don't explode, Sheryl," Jim said before he stood, stepped over John, and left the room.

There would be no time for Sherlock to just leave the warehouse and clear the radius of the blast by the time he uncuffed himself and dragged John with him. Right now, he didn't even know how long he had for the bomb to be diffused, just that he himself would fall unconscious in under three minutes.

Jim did know how to throw a good game night!