INCOMING!, Chapter the First.
This story is dedicated to Twin.
January 16. -ancient.
It all started out as a perfectly ordinary boring day.
Sherlock was aiming his revolver at the wall when he saw something out of his peripheral vision.
"That's odd. It can't be John; he's still in the kitchen fixing our tea," he thought to himself, turning around. Sitting on his couch were four thoroughly shocked Victorian gentlemen, one of them wearing the uniform of a constable.
"Who ARE all you people, and how did you het into my living room?", asked Sherlock, quite reasonably, he thought.
Before he got an answer, there was a loud bang at the door. It burst open and Lestrade, Donavon, and Anderson fairly tumbled in when the door gave way.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, John heard the ancient microwave beep. A voice said "Your box seems to be beeping, old boy." John goggled, backing out of the kitchen door into the living room as he did so. The Victorian gentlemen chuckled briefly and followed him. The tea was forgotten.
