Come and Play

Chapter Eight ~ Wall of Evidence

           Sherlock sat in front of the wall behind the sofa in his usual position; hands pressed together under his chin, legs crossed, piercing blue eyes staring at the photos pinned to the wall, a long piece of string connecting each photo to a yellow note and then to another photo. A map of London was pinned to the center of the wall where all the pink notes and different photos were stuck with blue tack onto a certain location on the map. He inhaled a deep breath, filling his lungs with a rush of cool air before exhaling to clear his mind of all thought, just focusing on the wall of evidence in front of him. It all looked so simple to him yet he felt - no, he knew he had missed something of importance. But he couldn't seem to think straight today, because he was worried over that infernal woman who wouldn't be able to point things out for him. Not that I can't handle it myself, he thought. I just need more time. Just a bit.

"No, as I said, you have to. It's hospital policy." John's voice could be heard as the door slammed shut downstairs.

"But why?! I can walk perfectly fine by myself." Tania protested with an annoyed tone in her voice. Sherlock heard only one pair of footsteps time time, and a slight squeaking of metal wheels. He instantly deduced that Saint Bartholomew, the hospital she had gone too, forced her to go on a wheelchair to leave so as to not get sued if Tania got injured in any way.

          "Okay, here you go." John helped her up and made her hold onto his arm as they journeyed up the flight of stairs. When they reached the top, she ran straight into Sherlock's bedroom and slammed the door, confusing both men. John went to his chair and sat down, staring at Sherlock who was still deep in concentration.

"So..." he started nervously. "Tania seemed really happy to come back and see you."

A pause. Sherlock opened his eyes, cocking his head to face the army doctor. "What are you implying, John? You needn't do so, seeing that she's still wearing your hair clip."

"Nothing!" John laughed  hesitantly. "Nothing at all." 

Tania came out of Sherlock's room with a bit of a frantic look on her face. "Where did you put it, Sherlock?"
"What, the camera phone?"
"Yes."
"Under the mattress."
"No it isn't."
"Oh, then I must have taken it."

Sherlock reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out Miss Adler's camera phone and turned it on just to be met with a lock-screen which required another mastermind-made password.

                                                                                          I AM
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                                                                                      LOCKED
           

            "Miss Adler has locked her phone with a very clever password to stall me, one to distract me from our current case." Sherlock muttered to himself, twirling the phone around in his hands. "But she's mistaken. I know this password."

           He typed '221B' into the four boxes, smugly hoping it would unlock the phone to reveal the contents inside. To his dismay, the screen flashed red twice indicating that he had input the incorrect passcode. This meant that he had only three attempts left at guessing the password before something  dangerous? would happen? He decided to scan it for any unusual components at St Barts as quickly as possible. He was going to put his coat on when he noticed that he still hadn't found the connection between every subject on his wall of evidence, and now that Tania was here she could assist him and make him a cup of tea as well. And perhaps a few biscuits too.