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(John turns back. Mycroft looks up at him.)
MYCROFT (softly): I’m sorry.
JOHN (tightly): Oh, please ...
(He shakes his head in disbelief and turns away, laughing humourlessly as he walks to the
door.)
MYCROFT: Tell him, would you?
(John opens the door and walks away, leaving the door open behind him.)

BART’S LAB. The lights are now on. Sherlock sits alone on the floor with his back against the
bench. He is bouncing a small rubber ball off the floor and cupboard in front of him and catching
it before repeating the action constantly. John comes in.
JOHN: Got your message.
(Sherlock catches the ball and holds on to it.)
SHERLOCK: The computer code is key to this. If we find it, we can use it – beat Moriarty at his
own game.
JOHN: What d’you mean, “use it”?
SHERLOCK: He used it to create a false identity, so we can use it to break into the records and
destroy Richard Brook.
JOHN: And bring back Jim Moriarty again.
SHERLOCK (standing up): Somewhere in 221B, somewhere – on the day of the verdict – he left
it hidden.
(He turns and faces the bench, putting both hands on the work surface. John walks to stand
beside him, unconsciously mimicking his stance.)
JOHN: Uh-huh.
(Both of them stare ahead of them, thinking. John purses his lips, then looks at Sherlock.)
JOHN: What did he touch?
SHERLOCK: An apple. Nothing else.
(He briefly drums his fingers on the bench.)
JOHN: Did he write anything down?
SHERLOCK: No.
(John hisses in a breath and looks away, racking his brains and again unconsciously mimicking
his friend by drumming his own fingers on the bench. After a moment, he turns and walks
across the lab, blowing the breath out again. Sherlock lifts the fingers of his right hand,
hesitates for a moment, then begins to drum them again but now he’s beating out a specific
rhythm and, in his mind, binary code begins to stream out from his fingers. He lifts his head as
John sighs heavily, unaware of Sherlock’s sharpened expression. Straightening up, Sherlock
turns his back to John, takes his phone out of his pocket and begins to type a text message:

Come and play.
Bart’s Hospital rooftop.
SH

He pauses for a moment, then adds:

PS. Got something
of yours you might
want back.

Sending the message, he tucks his phone away into his jacket and then turns back towards the
bench, his eyes full of thought.)

Some hours later, dawn is breaking. Sherlock is still in the same place in the lab, sitting on a
stool with his feet up on the bench. He is rapidly rolling the rubber ball from side to side across
the bench, his fingers flickering rapidly over the top of the ball. John has sat on a stool at a
nearby bench and he has his head down on his folded arms, asleep. His phone rings. Lifting his
head tiredly, he groans and answers the phone.
JOHN: Yeah, speaking.
(He listens for a moment.)
JOHN (shocked): Er, what?
(He gets to his feet.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)