Contact High → Sherlock Holmes (BBC) [on hold]

{ twenty-two }

The next morning, Carmen walked up into 221B. She was tired, having headed home late last night, or to be precise, early this morning. She rubbed her eyes and waved at John, who yawned in his chair. 

"Sherl up yet?" Carmen asked, walking over to the said man's chair and sitting on the arm of it. John shook his head, "Not yet." Carmen hummed before settling back into the chair and curling up. She closed her eyes and began to nod off. John read the paper quietly and sipped his tea. 

"No new case, then?" Carmen mumbled sleepily. John turned the page of the paper with  rustling sound, "Nope." 

"Shame," Carmen muttered. 

They were quiet for a while. Sherlock's bedroom door opened and Carmen slowly pried her eyes open. She stayed curled up in the chair and watched him as he walked down the hallway. "What're you doing in my chair?" he asked shortly. She gave a sleepy grin, "Good morning to you, too." 

She started to get up but he waved a hand at her absentmindedly, "No, no, I'm going out." Carmen stayed on the chair and watched as Sherlock put on his scarf and coat. "Where're you going?" she asked curiously. He held up Irene's camera-phone, "Bart's. Going to do some tests on it."

Carmen sighed, "She's messing with you, Sherlock. It's all a game to her."

Sherlock slipped the phone back in his pocket, "I know. And I'm going to win."

John chuckled from behind the paper. Sherlock frowned at him, "What's so funny? Are you laughing at me?" John put the paper down, "No, Sherlock. It's just nice. The two of you, bickering again. We can't let Irene split us apart again, we just can't."

Carmen nodded sagely, "I agree with John."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at the both of them. He turned on his heel and left the flat. A minute later, John stood. "I'm going to get some groceries, wanna come?" Carmen hummed sleepily from the warm spot in Sherlock's chair, "Pass."

John nodded and grabbed his coat. He paused in the doorway, "I forgot to say, Sherlock's refusing all cases at the moment. Didn't say why."

Carmen sighed, "Alright. But if it's anything too interesting, I might take it anyway." 

John smiled, "Can't blame you there."

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In the bright lab at Saint Bartholomew's hospital, Sherlock squinted at the x-rays of the phone. There was four small, circular implants in the casing of the phone. He frowned at them. Molly, her hair done prettily in a braid, watched him as he worked. "Is that a phone?" she chirped. 

Sherlock barely looked up from his work, "It's a camera-phone."

"And you're... x-raying it?" Molly asked hesitatingly. 

"Yes I am," Sherlock said. He wasn't embarrassed in the slightest. He zoomed in on one of the four little disks implanted in the phone, leaning closer to the computer monitor to see it better. "Who's phone is it?" Molly asked, gently prying for information.

"A woman's," Sherlock replied shortly. He was tired of her questions already. "Your girlfriend's? Carmen, I mean?" Molly asked. Sherlock leaned back from the computer monitor, "You think Carmen is my girlfriend?" 

Molly shrugged, "I mean... Christmas."

"I wouldn't x-ray her phone," he muttered in an almost offended voice. 

"Well, we all do silly things," Molly said. 

"Yes, they do, don't they?" Sherlock said. He looked over at Molly as some pieces of information clicked in his brain. "Very silly," he breathed. He got up from his chair and moved to grab the phone from the x-ray machine. He pulled it out and looked down at it, clicking the screen on.