Sherlock is still not a fan of profiling, but in this case he is truly hoping that Malcolm's field is not merely arrogant posturing.
"Let's go get our girl," he says.
***
Joan has bent the paper clip into a serviceable lock pick by the time Skerritt comes back, and she hides it as he returns, slipping it into her pocket.
"Here," he says, holding out a tshirt that says FBI on it. "All I could find."
"It will work, thanks," she says, standing up. "Can I go into the bathroom to change?"
"That's okay, I'll step out."
He does, and she hears the door lock behind him. She wonders if the other agents even know she's still there, if he's keeping her hidden. She pulls off her coffee-stained shirt and pulls on the tshirt. It's a little big, but comfortable enough. She thinks of trying the lockpick out, but decides against it, sure that Skerritt is probably right outside. So she waits.
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"Let's go get our girl," he says.
***
Joan has bent the paper clip into a serviceable lock pick by the time Skerritt comes back, and she hides it as he returns, slipping it into her pocket.
"Here," he says, holding out a tshirt that says FBI on it. "All I could find."
"It will work, thanks," she says, standing up. "Can I go into the bathroom to change?"
"That's okay, I'll step out."
He does, and she hears the door lock behind him. She wonders if the other agents even know she's still there, if he's keeping her hidden. She pulls off her coffee-stained shirt and pulls on the tshirt. It's a little big, but comfortable enough. She thinks of trying the lockpick out, but decides against it, sure that Skerritt is probably right outside. So she waits.