[Yes, Sherlock is giving an order to the angry, armed American federal agent. He really doesn't care about the part of this that isn't a good idea. He's too busy watching that had and that gun.
He and John are unarmed, at present, but they're close to the lab. A couple steps could put them in a decent defensive position. Burners and beakers and syringes. He can make weapons of those.
But then... Just before he prepares to argue about his name... He hears those words. Words that make everything click into place. It's strange to think about and seems impossible, but... He looks straight at Booth.
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[Yes, Sherlock is giving an order to the angry, armed American federal agent. He really doesn't care about the part of this that isn't a good idea. He's too busy watching that had and that gun.
He and John are unarmed, at present, but they're close to the lab. A couple steps could put them in a decent defensive position. Burners and beakers and syringes. He can make weapons of those.
But then... Just before he prepares to argue about his name... He hears those words. Words that make everything click into place. It's strange to think about and seems impossible, but... He looks straight at Booth.
It's just one word, but it asks enough.]
Doyle?