It was nearly 3 in the morning.
Shaina rested her head against the table as she stared at her phone. All she did was wait for the call. Nothing else mattered right now.
Shaina's eyes were burning from long periods of not blinking. She was afraid that she'll miss the call in the blink of an eye.
She was very aware of Sherlock's presence leaning against the door frame.
Shaina lifts her head when the table started vibrating due to her phone.
The screen showed Briana's contact name.
She immediately grabs it and holds it up in the air, "This is it!"
She answers the phone, puts it on speaker, then lays it down on the table. Everyone else rush into the office and surround the phone.
"What's the clue?" Shaina demands.
Instead of Yin's daunting voice, Briana's breathy voice answered instead. She was breathing heavily as if it were hard to take in air, and faint sounds of wind made it through the phone call.
"Shae... I'll drop by at half-past 4. My hands are on my face. Please come quick or this could get messy--- Shaina! You can still save Mol---" Shaina closes her eyes in guilt when the phone call suddenly cuts off.
But they wasted no time in deciphering the clue they were given.
"Hands on my face?... It's a clock!"
John figures it out on his own.
Lestrade wonders out loud,
"Half-past 4, this could get messy..."
"I'll drop by?" Shaina asks herself.
Sherlock points to the phone that they were just recently talking through,
"She's Judy Barton from Vertigo..."
Shaina starts to catch on in horror,
"I'll... drop by..."
The gears were turning in both of their mind palaces. Sherlock turns to Shaina as they piece it together.
"Instead of a bell tower..."
"It's a clock tower!" Shaina grips the edge of the table, "And the only clock tower everyone knows in London..."
"The Elizabeth Clock Tower..." John realizes.
Shaina grabbed her coat and ran for the door, "Oh my God, I need to go get her..."
She slips on her jacket as she nears the exit, but Sherlock chases after her. He grabs her by the arm and turns her back around in her panicked state.
"Shaina, wait! We have to be reasonable here!"
Shaina was panicking. And the only one who would be able to get through to her was dangling on the top of Big Ben.
But Sherlock could try.
"My best friend--- Who is afraid of heights--- is hanging off of Big Ben, and you're telling me to be reasonable?" Shaina rants.
"With all due respect, Briana isn't the only civilian that was taken. Molly is our friend too. We still need to find her."
Sherlock tries to reason with her.
Shaina looks down in defeat,
"But we haven't been given even the slightest clue as to where to find her."
Sherlock lets go of her arm,
"Close your eyes, Shaina. Go to your Mind Palace. Think about everything that has happened so far. Look for a clue to where Molly is..."
Shaina sighs, but follows Sherlock's instructions.
A stick figure girl drawn under a dock.
The wavy line could indicate water.
The straight line indicates the land under water.
Shaina opens her eyes at her revelation,
"The cover... Yang didn't draw herself. She drew Molly on the pier. London Station Town Pier. I think that's where she is..."
Sherlock nods, "Great. Let's tell Lestrade to go get her." He turns to go back to the office to notify everyone, but Shaina stops him.
"Wait... I might be wrong. I think you should go get her." Shaina decides.
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Our Mind Palace // Sherlock BBC|Psych USA
FanfictionIn which Sherlock finds out he isn't the only Consulting Detective (with a sidekick) in the world. ~~~~~ "Sherlock isn't the sentimental type in any way. But he shows that he cares in different ways. Arguably very crazy ways, but I love crazy. That'...
