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Nope, just kidding. You wish. Sherlock is standing there, of course, but appears....unimpressed. Not a far stretch from the usual.
That's John, but we're gonna ignore that for now. Sherlock was probably thinking about him anyway.
With a mighty flex of his cheekbones and painful strain of his buttons, Sherlock grabs you by the arm and drags you outside, asking what on earth you're doing here. You explain, and Sherlock just shakes his head. He was already on the case...and he hasn't found anything either. So, the two of you return to Scotland Yard.
