the game is on

chapter 7

A/N - Sorry for the shorter chapter :)

We waved down a cab. My stomach grumbled from not eating for almost 24 hours. I mean how could I.

"We're going to-" Sherlock started before in interrupted him

"Nuh uh." I lean forward to talk to the cab driver.

"Speedy's cafe. I'm starving." I say plopping back down on the seat

I could practically hear the eye roll coming from Sherlock.

"Hey! Us humans have to eat. We aren't aliens like you." I say rudley

I hear John chuckle a bit as Sherlock diverted his attention out the window.

-At Speedys-

I stuff a pancake in my face whilst John sips on some coffee. Sherlock just sits there with a little card from earlier.

"What's that?" I ask, mouth full of pancakes gesturing towards the card.

"Hmph. Janus Cars. Where he apparently rented the car." Sherlock said blankly

I nodded and turned back to my food.

"Bloody rude what you did to that woman back there." John says

"It wasn't rude, I was simply gathering information. She'll get over it." Sherlock says not even looking up from the table

John scoffed and turned to me waiting for my input

"You get used to it." I say looking at John

Just then Sherlock gets up and begins to walk out of the cafe. John is startled and looks at me puzzled. I just groan, take a couple strips of bacon and follow Sherlock.

"Jesus Christ." John says under his breath as he rushes to pay the bill and catch up to us.

"What was that-....You know what I'm gonna ask." John said, throwing his hands up.

"We have about 6 hours to save someone, and you want to waste time by eating. Shame." Sherlock says matter of factly

"Does he do this often?" John asks me annoyed

"More than you'd like." I say shoving the last bit of bacon in my mouth.

We arrive at Janus Cars and meet with who appears to be the manager.

"We have a question about someone who's recently hired a car from you." I say

"Mr Monkford hired the car from you yesterday. Correct?" John questions

"We aren't supposed to give out client information. I'm sorry." The man says

"We're with the police. Ian was found dead in his car. We have to gain as much information as we can. Unless you want to end up as a suspect which is fine" I say as I rest both my hands on the table leaning over it

I gives me a skeptical look and then answers John's question

"Yeah, lovely motor. Mazda Rx8."

"Is that one?" Sherlock chimes pointing to a car

"No, they're all Jags." The man answered "I can see you're not a car man, eh?" He says with a chuckle

"Stay on topic." I grumble

The man rolls his eyes at me and sighs

"I'm sure you can afford one. A Mazda I mean?" Sherlock points out.

"Yeah, that's a fair point." the man agrees

"Did you know Mr. Monkford?" I persist.

"No he was just a client." he says still looking at John

"Nice holiday, Mr Ewart." Sherlock says. I chuckle because I know exactly what he's doing. "You've been away haven't you?"

"No, afraid it's the sun beds." Mr Ewart answers

Lie

"Have you got any change for the cigarette machine?" Sherlock asks

"Oh um.." Mr Ewart says as he pulls out his wallet.

Sherlock shoots me a look. That's my cue to get intel. As he opens his wallet I lean in to look inside.

"No sorry." He says as he closes the wallet

"Oh well! Thank you for your time, Mr Ewart." Sherlock says, sending me a smirk as he storms out of the room.

Sherlock looks at me.

"What did you get?"

"Enough to know he's a liar." I say confidently

"Excellent." Sherlock says

John looks between Sherlock and I, confused.

"Heading to the lab are we Sherlock?" I ask

"Yeah, I have to run tests on the blood."

"Right then." I return