"Mycroft showed up at the Brownstone," Sherlock says, "telling me he had borrowed money from Le Milieu for his restaurant, and that they had Watson, and would only release her in exchange for information being held by a Swiss banker on certain accounts. Mycroft and I did the necessary investigating and got the information. Then he tased me, rendering me unconscious, and made off with the data." The last bit is relayed with a sour expression.

Joan nods. "While I was being held captive, one of the members of Le Milieu was brought into the hideout with a gunshot wound. I told them I was a doctor, that I could save his life. They unbound me so I could help him. It was...bad." She stops herself from getting graphic. The story is already bad enough. "I told them he would die if they didn't take him to a hospital. So they shot him. Right there on the table in front of me."