And she calls Charlie.
A conversation ensues.
[Charlie will be home in fifteen minutes. If you meet him there, he'll take you as far as the last mile marker I noted before I drove off-road and you can follow my tracks.]
Fifteen minutes later, Charlie arrives home in his police cruiser.
Sherlock is standing beside the end of the driveway, with a can of gas, a flashlight, and a lot of squares. The squares are mostly hidden about his person.
Charlie makes a motion of his head towards the backseat of the cruiser. "In you get."
"So," says Charlie after that time. "You're a vampire."
"And you've been together with Bella for some time now."
"She's got a good head on her shoulders," says Charlie. "But I have wondered a few times if it's wise of her to be with you. Far as I know it hasn't proven a mistake yet."
"Mm. That's best for everyone," says Charlie. He leans just slightly on the every part.
[Is it working? He did successfully shoot you one time.]
[I am unaffected,] he says, smiling slightly, [but my coat is cowering in terror.]
She giggles. [Aww. Poor Charlie. Don't let on too smugly.]
In fact, he declines to respond at all, smugly or otherwise.
"You can find her from here?" he asks, when he's pulled the cruiser over at the mile marker.
And he waits for a gap in traffic, hangs a U-turn, and promptly pulls over a speeder.
Bella's right where she's been sitting for the last forty-five minutes, and she hops out of the truck when Sherlock approaches to kiss him on the cheek and gesture at the hole in the ground.
"If they're there, they are not visible from ground level," he concludes.