Sherlock Holmes had transferred to a police precinct in South Los Angeles over a month ago, and still, none of the other detectives gave him any respect. He was beginning to get a bit tired of their inside jokes and backhanded compliments, so he decided that the only way to earn their respect was to solve a perplexing mystery using only his wits.
He accompanied Detective Lee on a missing persons case, which led them to an abandoned nightclub in the View Park neighborhood.
Holmes eagerly shouted, "I'll start dusting for footprints!" and started digging in his bag.
"Yeah, you do that," said Lee, rather patronizingly. "I'll start combing the area for bodily fluids."
Holmes dusted the area for footprints, looking like a schoolboy on an Easter egg hunt. Every few moments, he would mutter something to the effect of, "Hmm... very interesting, indeed."
Just as Detective Lee was about to rabbit-punch Sherlock in the back of the head and pretend it was an accident, Holmes jolted upright with a tiny, shiny dot on his finger. He stood silent.
"What?" Detective Lee finally asked.
"This," said Holmes, "Is a goldtone dot hour marker from a Skagen Steel Collection Men's watch, identical to the one owned by the missing gentleman.
"Great," said Lee. "So we definitely know that he was here."
Sherlock smirked. "Oh, naive Detective Lee," began Holmes. "Not only does it mean that he was here, but it tells quite another tale altogether. You see, Skagen watches are built with the utmost in durability and strength. For a dot hour marker to shake free of the stainless steel case and caseback, there must have been quite a struggle." Holmes adjusted his posture and raised his finger in the air. "Detective Lee, we are looking at a kidnapping or homicide!"
Detective Lee conceded that Holmes had a very valid point and the evidence to somewhat support his claim. Nevertheless, when Holmes's back was turned, Lee rabbit-punched him in the back of the head.
