"Are we… are we really going out there?”, you asked a little nervous when Sherlock grabbed your hand and pulls you towards the exit. You, him, John and Lestrade had been in the theatre you were currently walking through to investigate for your current case, and the material you found hadn’t made any sense, just like anything with this case.
“The other exit is blocked. It’s either the back or stay the night”, Sherlock said as he turned half around to you, making sure John and Lestrade were still following. “And I’m not keen on staying the night”, he added.
“Yeah sure, just… There are reporters out there.” You heard Lestrade laugh behind you. “They won’t bite, ___. They only want some pictures!”