"Come on." Sherlock says, disturbing me out of my thoughts, striding across the living room.
"What?" I ask, standing up. "We just got back."
"Yes, and you should be expecting this by now. Good thing you didn't take your groupie coat off, because we're going back outside."
"What?" I say loudly. "'Groupie coat'?" I repeat. "What the devil is that supposed to mean?"
He stops in the living room doorway, looks round at me, and smirks. "You know what I mean." He smirks, then turns and heads down the stairs.
"No, no actually I don't." I say, quickly following him. We stop in the hallway just a couple feet away from the door, facing one another. "This is another time when I don't know what you mean by that."
He smirks again. "Come on, Kate. You're a smart girl. You are completely capable of figuring it out."
A moment later, I heave a sigh. "Sherlock, it is not my fault that we have nearly the same type of coat. Besides, what does it matter to you? A coat’s a coat. It doesn’t matter. And I'm definitely not your groupie-though I'm sure you wish I was." Now it's my turn to smirk, and turn towards the door.
We walk out of 221B and I stop short.
“Wait, isn’t that the girl from-?” I ask, looking at a homeless girl-the very same one who Sherlock had talked to not too long ago. She stands by the railings on the other side of Speedy’s. She shakes a paper cup at everyone who passes by her.
“Possibly.” He says quickly. “Look, there’s John.” He points towards a taxi, which is pulling up to us. John gets out, and Sherlock walks over to him. I follow.
“Alex Woodbridge didn’t know anything about art.” John says to us.
“And?” Sherlock asks.
“And…”
I see Sherlock look at the girl again and then starts heading towards her, still talking to John.
“Is that it? No habits, hobbies personality?” He asks.
“No, give us a chance! He was an amateur astronomer.” John replies.
Sherlock stops short, then turns and points towards the taxi John had just gotten out of.
“Hold that cab.” He says.
John jogs over to the taxi. Before following, I turn and see Sherlock go over to the girl and hand her a slip of paper a moment later. With that, he turns and walks back to us.
“Fortunately, I haven’t been idle.” He says.
“What was that all about?” I ask him. He looks at me.
“What was what all about?”
“You know.”
He smirks. “You’ll see later on.”
“Just tell me.”
“No.” He shakes his head slightly. “It’s better to be…surprised.” He opens the cab door and slides in. I follow him and shut the cab door.
We get out of the cab at Vauxhall and are walking along. Sherlock buttons up his coat and looks up at the sky.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" He asks.
John and I both look up at the sky.
"I thought you didn't care about things like that." John says.
"Doesn't mean I can't appreciate it." He replies.
"Sherlock, what's wrong with you?" I ask, looking at him. "You've never said anything like that."
We walk into the Arches.
"Listen, Alex Woodbridge had a message on the answerphone at his flat-a Professor Cairns?" John says.
"This way." Sherlock says.
"Nice." I say with no enthusiasm. "Lovely part of town."
"Er, any time you want to explain?" John asks Sherlock.
"Homeless network-really is indispensable." Sherlock answers.
"Homeless network?" John repeats, taking a flashlight out of his pocket and switching it on.
"My eyes and ears all over the city."
"Oh, so that's why the homeless girl..." I trail off, realizing what he was doing with the girl-tipping her off most likely, maybe giving her some information for her to find out for him. I take out a flashlight from my pocket and switch it on.
"Oh, that's clever." John says. "So you scratch their backs and-"
"Yes, then I disinfect myself." Sherlock interrupts, shining a flashlight around as we continue on in the darkness of the Arches. The beams from our flashlights pick out homeless people all around the place, most of them are settling down for the night. Then, in the distance, I see the shadow of a man on a wall as he starts to stand up. I see that the man is incredibly tall.
"Sherlock!" John says.
"Come on!" Sherlock says, and the three of us duck to the side of a wall nearby us and watch as the man continues to stand up. He looks over seven feet tall.
"What's he doing sleeping rough?" John asks in a whisper.
"Well, he has a very distinctive look." Sherlock says, peering around the corner. "He has to hide somewhere where tongues won't wag-much."
John looks down, realizing something.
"Oh shi..."
"What?" Sherlock asks him, pulling something out from his coat pocket. I realize it's John's gun.
"I wish I'd-"
"Don't mention it." Sherlock interrupts handing John the gun. I feel inside my coat for my gun and am instantly relieved when I feel it's familiar handle.
Suddenly the man breaks out into a run and hurries away down another tunnel. I spring forward and the three of us run across towards where he was just a second before and reach the tunnel just in time to see him climb into a waiting car, which instantly speeds off. Sherlock punches the air in frustration.
"No, no, no, no! It'll take us weeks to find him again."
"Or not. I have an idea where he might be going." John says.
"What?" Sherlock asks.
"I told you: someone left Alex Woodbridge a message. There can't be that many Professor Cairns in the book. Come on."
Of course, it's the planetarium. After finding out that Sherlock doesn't give a damn about the solar system...
If we were under different circumstances, I would most likely laugh.
Sherlock, John, and I race into the threatre of the planetarium through one of the doors. We see an attacker-who could be none other than the Golem, strangling Professor Cairns. John stops and aims his gun towards the attacker as Sherlock shouts at the top of his voice.
