The Hounds Of Baskerville (Sherlock Holmes X OC)

SEVEN- It's Nothing More Than An Ordinary Dog

Doctor Stapleton led Anita and the boys into the area that went to Major Barrymore's office.

"John," Sherlock ordered as he pointed at the door that the four of them just walked through.

"Yeah, I'm on it," John replied as he turned back to keep an eye on the door while Stapleton sat down at the computer.

"Project HOUND. Must have read about it and stored it away. An experiment in a CIA facility in Liberty, Indiana," Sherlock explained. Stapleton typed her User ID into the computer as Sherlock and Anita stood behind here. A request to Enter Search String came up and she looked back at Anita and Sherlock.

"H, O, U, N, D," Sherlock said and she began to type the letters in, then she hit enter. A message came up saying, "NO ACCESS. CIA Classified," and it requested an authorization code.

"That's as far as my access goes, I'm afraid," Stapleton commented.

"Well, there must be an override, a password?" John said.

"I imagine so, but that'd be Major Barrymore's," Stapleton said as Sherlock spun around and walked into Barrymore's office.

"Password, password, password," he muttered as he switched on the lights and sat down at the desk.

"He sat here when he thought it up," Sherlock muttered as he folded his hands in front of his lips and slowly spun the chair in a full circle, looking around the room as he went. Anita and Doctor Stapleton walked to the doorway of the office.

"Describe him to me," Sherlock ordered.

"You've seen him," Stapleton replied.

"But describe him," Anita chimed in. Stapleton glanced at Anita then looked back at Sherlock, starting to think.

"Er, he's a bloody martinet, a throw-back, the sort of man they'd have sent into Suez," she said.

"Good, excellent. Old-fashioned, traditionalists; not the sort that would use his children's names as a password. He loves his job; proud of it and this is work related, so what's at eye level?" Sherlock questioned and Anita took a step further into a room, looking around as well.

"Books," Anita offered, gesturing to the right, then the left.

"Jane's Defense Weekly- bound copies," Anita explained as she looked to the right book shelf.

"Hannibal; Wellington; Rommel; Churchill's 'History of the English-Speaking Peoples'- all four volumes," Anita listed and Sherlock stood up to look at a bronze bust on a shelf.

"Churchill- well, he's fond of Churchill. Copy of The Downing Street Years; one, two, three, four, five separate biographies of Thatcher," Sherlock said and Anita looked down at the framed photograph on the desk. It was a photo of a man in uniform standing with his teenage son. Anita had a similar picture on her desk; it was her and her father.

"Mid 1980s at a guess. Father and son: Barrymore senior. Medals: Distinguished Service Order," Anita said. John walked into the room, causing both Sherlock and Anita to look up at him.

"That date? I'd say Falklands veteran," John corrected and Anita nodded, glancing back at the picture. She wondered what her father's picture on her desk said about her. She had to ask Sherlock later.

"So Thatcher's looking a more likely bet then Churchill," Anita said and Sherlock nodded, walking out of the office and back to the computer.

"So that's the password?" Doctor Stapleton questioned as Anita, John, and her followed after Sherlock.