[Don't know. He's also not letting me walk on my own.]
"Turn left," Bella says. [We're about six blocks off from the Chester Street Market. You'll meet us sooner if you go south.]
[I'm not sure he believes me that I have a vampire boyfriend. Or what. I don't know what he wants.] "He's a little taller than I am, looks about eighteen, black hair," she says to the vampire who's carrying her, "let me know if you spot him."
It's only six blocks. Bella tells the vampire to turn right onto Chester Street.
(There is indeed a distant figure coming down the street at a flat-out run.)
Bella finds her footing and starts in Sherlock's direction. (She doesn't run. She'd just fall on her face.)
"All right, love?"
"Except for the drugs and the missing possessions and a bad scare and utterly torpedoed willingness to consider the Watchers benign. Yes." She wraps her arms around him and presses her face into his shoulder.
"May I kill Arthur Mallory?"
"Would it put you - or me or Giles - at any added risk to see what he has to say for himself first?"
"It will annoy the Council, but so will your future rejection of whoever they replace Giles with, as they undoubtedly will since he has now proven he gives half a shit about your welfare."
[Giles, have you got an opinion on how safe it would be for three of us if Arthur Mallory were to go home in a body bag?] Bella asks in a conference call, lightly.
[Oh, for the love of - do you know how long these drugs are supposed to last?] Bella sighs, flexing a hand experimentally. [Where are you?]