Sherlock just watched as Watson tried to leave. She also didn't do anything when she was slapped, all she did was stare. But when Watson got out she gave a smile. "Good. Now since that fooling around is finished... Lets move along Watson." Sherlock flipped open her phone and received the text that held the name. Harold Fredrickson. "I knew it..." She said as she grinned. She walked down am alley as she tightened her scarf, not really caring if Watson was following or not. The coordinates along with the name was sent to her phone, good thing the place he loved was within walking distance.