(SCOTLAND YARD, Alice’s POV: )
Greg handed a sheet of paper to Sherlock as he led him, John and I into the department’s main office.
“This fax arrived an hour ago,” He said, sounding business-like. I walked on my tip-toes to see the note over Sherlocks shoulder. There was a large handwritten note on the paper saying:
“HURRY UP
THEY’RE
DYING!”
Sherlock handed the note to me, and then I passed it to the doctor.
“What have you got for us?” Lestrade asked.
“Need to find a place in the city where all five of these things intersect,” Sherlock explained. He handed a piece of paper to Greg, who read it aloud.
“Chalk, asphalt, brick dust, vegetation... What the h*** is this? Chocolate?” He questioned, unbelieving.
“I think we’re looking for a disused chocolate factory,” I said happily, thinking about dark chocolate. John gave me a look.
“We need to narrow that down. A sweet factory with asphalt?” Lestrade replied.
“No. No-no-no. Too general. Need something more specific. Chalk; chalky clay – that’s a far thinner band of geology,” Sherlock clarified. He looked in front of him, his eyes going crazy. I could only guess that he was looking at a mental map.
“Brick dust?” Lestrade scoffed.
“Building site. Bricks from the nineteen fifties,” Sherlock answered.
“There’s thousands of building sites in London,” Lestrade complained, rubbing his face in despair. Sherlock looked exasperated at the distraction.
“I’ve got people out looking,” The detective told the DI.
“So have I,” Lestrade reasoned.
“Homeless network – faster than the police,” Sherlock said, smiling snidely.
“Far more relaxed about taking bribes,” I added. Sitting at a desk nearby, Anderson looked up and rolled his eyes. Sherlock’s phone trilled a text alert, followed by several more alerts. He brandished his phone triumphantly at Greg as the messages continued to pour in. Smiling smugly, he lifted the phone up high and called up his mental map in front of him again, flicking his eyes across to the phone to look at each photograph and then “transfer” it to the map.
“John, Alice,” He called. He held the phone out to show us the picture. I had no idea what was special about it.
“Rhododendron Pentium. It matches,” he said, sort of not really explaining. He went back to the mental map and after just a few seconds, found what he was looking for,
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How They Met Alice (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)
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