Luckily, it was a quiet day at the surgery, so John was able to clock out early. Upon his arrival Sherlock visibly brightened up (still no luck with the yellow scribble) and proceeded to push him out the way he had just come from.
They split up, Sherlock going back to the bank and Van Coon’s office, while John tried to get his hands on the second victim’s diary at New Scotland Yard. I popped back and forth between Baker Street and John’s location, so I only managed to catch snippets.
Seems as if Lestrade is busy with another case, because a different inspector named
was the one overseeing the investigation.
Needless to say he is not exactly a fan of Sherlock’s, but then, who is after meeting him for the first time? Well, except for John. John was a fan right from the start, but I think we’ve established, that John is the exception to a lot of rules regarding Sherlock.
Their conversation yesterday after the chase and Sherlock’s honest Thank you seem to have touched upon John’s protective streak. When Dimmock started to mentioned Sherlock, presumably to bad-mouth him, John’s hackles rose.
Dimmock: Your friend…
J: Listen, I know what you are going to say and I don’t want to hear it.
But Dimmock’s mild comment about him being an arrogant sod quickly appeased John. Because let’s be honest. Sherlock can be incredibly arrogant, especially when he is feeling defensive or ignored.
Enough of the chit-chat, though. The important thing is, we now have the diary and are on our way to the location noted in it. Are we in Soho? Kind of looks like Soho to me, but I could be wrong.
The streets are busy with passerby milling about. John is focusing on the notebook in his hands, not checking where he is going. He takes a few more steps and promptly collides with a…
J: Oh, Jeeze.
strangely familiar back.
Sherlock spins around, eyes lighting up in recognition and before John is able to say hello and find his bearings, Sherlock is already chatting away nineteen to the dozen. Wow. Does he just ignore the need to breathe, or…
After his fifth try, John finally manages to get a word in edgewise. He sounds somewhat exasperated, but who can blame him after having to listen to Sherlock explain the minutiae of his process and search parameters, when has been holding the answer to the problem in his own two hands. With a sigh, he points at a Lucky Cat store across the street from them.
J: Sherlock, it’s that store over there.
S: How can you tell?
J: Look at his diary, he was here, too. He wrote down the address.
I guess we are going shopping!