This wasn't exactly what John had in mind when agreed to fly with Sherlock Holmes.

"You said there was a case for us in Hong Kong!" John shouted acccusingly.

"No, I didn't," Sherlock replied calmly.

"Yes, you did!"

"No, I didn't," the bastard smirked, clearly enjoying himself.

John frantically tried to recall what exactly it was that Sherlock had said. "Oh, clever," he said bitterly. "You said you had a case, and needed me to accompany you on a flight to Hong Kong." John paused. "But this plane is never going to reach Hong Kong, is it?"

Sherlock beamed. "Not if I can help it."

"But- why?"

"I needed to collect all gang members and the evidence in one place, and this was the perfect opportunity."

"Well, thanks for the warning," John remarked dryly.

"You should have seen the look on your face when I pulled out the gun and yelled, 'Hijacking!"

"Right. And then you had to go and point me out as your accomplice. I'll be sure to thank you from my prison cell."

"Take over for now, my hand's cramping," Sherlock said, handing over the gun, which was still pointing squarely at the pilot's head. He looked at John. "Of course you're my accomplice. I'd be lost without my blogger."