“That was ridiculous. That was…the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done.” Watson panted.
“And you invaded Afghanistan.” Sherlock scoffed.
At which point both men burst out laughing.
“Yeah, but that…that wasn’t just me.” Watson finally got out.
Mrs. Hudson suddenly came in; her voice was hushed and worried.
“Sherlock! What’ve you done this time? The police are all upstairs!”
Sherlock gave one look at John and they both barreled up the stairs.
“Lestrade!” he growled. “WHAT do you think you’re doing?”
Lestrade looked around and answered, “Drugs bust.”
“I’m CLEAN!” Sherlock had his “look-at-me-do-I-look-stupid-stupid?” face on.
“You can’t withhold evidence.” The inspector replied coolly.
Sherlock did a half groan, half growl.
Suddenly the door opened, and the woman from the room popped her head through.
“Oi,” she said, “Has anyone found the phone?”
Sherlock’s eyes widened almost to pure pupil. “Oh course! How could we not notice that?”
“Notice what?” asked Anderson the Oblivious One.
“John, on the luggage there’s a label; email address. Tell me what it says.”
“Uh, Jennie.Pink@mephone.org.uk” he answered.
The woman clapped her hands and looked at Sherlock. “We’ve been too slow; she didn’t have a laptop…”
“But she DID have a Smartphone which she did her business on!” Sherlock finished for her.
“So don’t you see, don’t you get it? RACHEL!” Sherlock held out his hands as if in supplication of intelligence.
Blank looks were his only reply.
He sighed. “Look at you lot; you’re all so vacant, is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing. Rachel is not a NAME-“
“Then what is it?” John asked, irritated.
But the woman answered for Sherlock, “The password to her email address.” She had run across the room, jumped on JOHN’S laptop and began typing.
“So we can read her email, so what?” Anderson sniffed.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and sent one brief glance to the woman. She looked up from her typing just long enough to give a look that said, “Give ‘im what for.”
Sherlock turned back to the unfortunate Anderson. “Anderson, don’t talk out loud; you lower the IQ of the whole street.”
“As previously stated,” he said in slightly exasperated tones, “she did not have a laptop; she had her Smartphone. It’s GPS enabled, which means we can do much more than read her email, we can-“
“Locate the phone!” the woman finished. “And it’s almost done.”
“Hey!” Watson suddenly realized what she was doing, and Lestrade, Sherlock and he crowded round her to see. “That’s my laptop.”
“I’m just confiscating it temporarily for the greater good of mankind.” She answered absently, as if it didn’t matter at all that she had just jumped onto a strange man’s computer and was clicking away as the phone processed the GPS location.
