Lets Play A Game - Sherlock Fanfiction [Sequel to IBIY]

Chapter fifty one - Located.

There was a knock on the door. Me and Sherlock stay seated on our armchairs, knowing that Mrs Hudson would kindly let Harrison in. There's three cups of tea's ready on a tray on top of the coffee table, with a few biscuits aside although I'm pretty sure no one will eat them. We hear the footsteps of someone walking up the stairs, and the door creaks open slightly enough for Harrison's head to peek his head through.

"Morning," Harrison starts, a grin forming on his face as he steps into the room, shutting the door close behind him. "And a happy new year!"

"You too." I respond, smiling at him as he walks further into the living. He notices the cups of tea and gently grasps a cup in his hand, and also grabs a couple of biscuits too before plopping himself down onto the sofa. Sherlock raises his brows and stares at his brother with a look of discontent and irritation. Harrison dips a biscuit into his cup of tea and takes a bite- nearly eating the whole thing in one and smiling as he eats the rest of the digestive biscuit. He wipes the crumbs from his mouth and me and Sherlock glance at each other, giving each other a look of amusement before awkwardly looking back at him. 

"Okay, so normally this would take a while. Two or three days the most to find Sebastian as the police are so slow. But luckily you have me and I'll find him in half an hour. I'll be able to find his phone even if its been smashed to bits or chucked down the toilet; It's really easy. I brought my laptop. I've got a load of software stuff on there that could help me locate Sebastian, not too sure if some of the stuff is legal but I'm sure Mycroft doesn't have to know. Holland, dearie, I'm going to need his number."

"Uh, okay." I reply, digging my phone out of my jeans and standing up off the chair before trailing over to him.

"It's possible that he doesn't even have the phone any more. He probably chucked it away as soon as his identity was discovered." Sherlock spoke up, his voice low with annoyance, "How did you even come to contact with him, Holland?"

"He was just some guy I met when I was walking Chester. He claimed he was new to London and I just left it as that, but then I ran into him again in the cafe."

"And then what?"

"Well, I mean, we talked... I got his number, told me he needed a tour around London but I never gave him one."

Sherlock nodded his head once, not pestering on the subject for any longer. I opened my phone and scrolled down my contacts until I saw his name, then clicked on it to open the contact information. I quickly gave Harrison the number, and he opened his laptop and immediately got to work. He started typing away on the keyboard so fast that I didn't even think he was writing words, it was just like he was having some kind of spaz on the keyboard like fangirls do when their hearts have finally had enough.

"So, Sherly, your birthday is in a few days."

"Don't start."

"Have you got anything planned for him?" Harrison asked me, while still simultaneously typing on his laptop. I pause for a moment. I haven't really given it much thought. I know that seems bad, but Sherlock hates everything from surprises to gifts. But I suppose that has never stopped me before, so I just smile and give Harrison a small shrug.

"I have something in mind."

I hear Sherlock exhale in ambiguity in the background, and I smirk, still facing Harrison. 

"Hey, is it okay if I call you Harry?"

"Of course it is, love."

"So, Harry," I start, walking over to the sofa and sitting next to him. I then get a full view of what he's doing on the laptop, and I notice that there is a 3D map on his screen whilst he typed in some sort of code in a black, chat-box looking thing. I didn't understand any of it, and just thinking about how he did this stuff made my head hurt, "any childhood stories about Sherlock?"

"Holland." Sherlock snaps, looking at me with disbelief while Harry just lets out a cheerful laugh.

"I have loads, sweetheart." He smirks, shaking his head at the memories, "But I think I should save them for another day, though. Maybe I'll tell you in private when Sherlock isn't in the room to chuck things at me."

"You better not." Sherlock warns, sending dreadful glazes towards us as we let out giggles. Harry was much more... conventional then Sherlock and Mycroft. Although he was equally as smart as the two, he acted much more human, whereas Sherlock and Mycroft tend to hide whatever emotions they felt.

Sherlock seemed irritated that I wanted to be friends with his brother, but that didn't stop me. I'm not sure what happened that made Sherlock dislike him so much, but despite the awful curiosity I felt that made me want to know more answers, I sure as hell didn't want to intrude on their business, especially if they didn't want me too. I'd just keep to myself and respect their privacy.

It was silent for another fifteen or twenty minutes, the only noise we made was me saying "What are you doing?" And Harrison responding to my question, politely telling me what he was doing and how it would work to find Sebastian. It took quicker than expected, actually. There was a compass in the top left of his laptop that spinned rapidly as it tried to locate the phone, and then suddenly it stopped and made a notification noise to tell us it was done searching. The map changed, and the location popped up on the screen. Harrison grinned and rubbed his hands together in victory before spinning his laptop around for Sherlock to see.

"If he still has the phone, I believe this is where you will find Sebastian Moron."