"Don't ask me! You're the one with the map!" Sherlock thrust his finger at the TV, pointing to the roll sticking out of the purple backpack.
"You do realize you can't actually make her a better detective, don’t you?" John asked, looking up from his laptop.
Sherlock stared with derision, until John smiled and went back to writing his blog.
"Yes I know. But she's trying to find Diego, who had proven himself incapable of finding his way out of a paper bag."
"Admit it." John quirked a half smile. “You ship Dorago forever.”
Sherlock side-eyed John and sniffed. “5ever.”