I appeared in the alley-way, disappointed at the weather. The last case I had was on the warm planet of Pyroniticax.-being hailed back into the rain and cold of London was a bit of a let down. Still, it was home.

I cautiously walked down the drenched street, head tilted down out of the rain and wind. I cursed myself for not keeping an umbrella in my extensively large pockets. Flipping my coat collar up, I kept walking, trying to stay out of the puddles.

When I finally reached the cafe I was looking for, I opened the door happily. The warmth of inside greeted me, engulfing me like a hug as I walked in. I glanced around the brightly coloured room, quickly finding the table I was looking for-or, rather, the two men I was looking for.

The one on the left was looking curiously at his tea-cup. Him, with his bow-tie and tweed suit as always. The man on the right was looking around the room, his icy eyes, like mine, darting around the room. He, with his curly hair and dark clothes. His eyes finally locked onto me, and his lips curled into a smile. He cleared his throat, and the man next to him looked up. Spotting me, he broke into an even bigger smile.

I took off my black trench coat(it looked a lot like the man on the right's), and sat down in the wooden chair across the two men.

" No fez today?" I asked the man on the left.

" No! Not in this rain! Plus ,this one here forbade me!" he said, pointing to the man next to him.

" Glad he did. Even you shouldn't wear that in public,really."

" Hey! Fezzes are cool!" he replied, faking a hurt face.

" And I see you've recently wrapped up a week-long case," I said, now looking at the other man.

" Yes, and you have been on Pyroniticax for the past nine days," he returned. I broke the act-ritual, really- and broke into a smile.

" Daddylock!" I said, kissing the curly haired man on the cheek.

" I thought we agreed not to use the silly pet name!" he said, returning the kiss half-halfheartedly. I ignored him.

" And Granddad!" I said, hugging the other man.

" Violet! How long has it been, five months?"

" Um... Granddad... it's been three years,"

" Ah, sorry. Skipping about Time, in my Timeline, it's only 2012, in fact, it's what, 2034 now? Every time you see me, it's my future, who knows, next time you see me in my proper Timeline, it might not be this face! Anyway, it's only been a few months for me, promise.

How's the Consulting Timelord idea going, did it happen?" he said, smirking. Dad hated when I used that term. He said it sounded childish, but I knew the World's Only Consulting Detective was just jealous his daughter had the same job on a universal scale.

" Yes, it's going quite well."

" Where's Pyrontitax now?" Granddad asked. He often got confused on what was happening in what time.

" Pyrondi Goneri is king of Hesina now."

" I remember him-told the best jokes!" he said. Daddy only rolled his eyes in return. It was all getting dull for him, I could tell... but there was something else.

" Hey, I haven't had a proper cup of tea in ages- I'm dying for some. Do you mind?" I asked, pointing at the counter.

" Of course," they both said. I walked over to the warm coloured counter and ordered a Chai Latte. I was caving it, it was true, but that's not the only reason I went up.

Some explanation is due, I suppose. The man in the bowtie who actually talked was the Doctor(do your research, if you must), my Grandfather. The other man was Sherlock Holmes(you'd better know!), his son, my father. Further clarification is probably due for those out of the loop- most people, I suppose.

Back on Gallifrey, the Doctor married and had a few kids- my father was amongst them. When he was 115, my dad and a few others felt bored of Gallifrey(somehow), and decided to escape to Earth. The year was 1879.

He met one of those escapees again a few years later. By then he had honed his skills his powers of deduction, and invented his own trade of " Consulting Detective"- but he found himself lacking money, and signed up for a flat share. When he met his new flat-mate, they both knew what they really were, and became good friends. Impressed by my father's skills, his friend wrote up dozens of their cases together, and sent them to a magazine, The Strand as edited by Sir. Arthur Conan Doyle. And so the world was introduced to Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson for the first time.

50 years-two pseudonyms-later, the Time War came on like a storm, calling all to fight. They did fight- detectives, doctors, government agents alike, all becoming warriors. Many, many died. But some escaped. In the last hour of the War, before the Doctor...

Little did he know, two of his sons got away to Earth. They landed in 1999. By then, Sherlock Holmes and company where faded memories in the minds of grandmothers.

My father laid low for a while, but he couldn't stand it after a while. He took on his old pseudonym again, and re-booted his trade. All was well again, but as he had a century before, he found himself broke. Taking up a clue from an old life(that's an expression- he hadn't regenerated at all) he signed up for a flat-share, ready for a stupid flatmate this time. Imagine his surprise then, when for a second time, he was introduced to a Dr. John Watson! John, or as I call him, Uncle John had regenerated, so his personality had changed a bit, but he was still the long-suffering, loyal Watson, and he and Dad found themselves in another deep friendship.

And yet another surprise came! Dad married a Miss Molly Hooper and a year later, I was born. 21 years later brought us to this cafe.

Why the long back-story? To clarify, yes. But to also express that some things don't change. Dad was never one to call for family meetings, and while Granddad was a bit warmer, he didn't like sit-downs much either. They where trying to break some news to me in a quiet, calm way. I looked into my makeup mirror under the guise of fixing my contact, and saw Dad and Grandad whispering, heads almost touching. I payed my 3 Quid, and sat back down.

" So what 's wrong? I can spot an act a mile away, what with you two as my relatives. Oh, come on you two, please don't give me the innocent looks, I'm not three; You're not the only geniuses in the room any more, remember?"

They both raised their eyebrows, scolding my disrespect with their eyes alone. " Sorry."

" No, you're right. She is so your daughter, Ren-Sherlock..." Granddad said, almost giving his son's name away. Dad glared at his father. He turned to me.

" Alright. Go on," he said. He liked to test my deductions, make sure I wasn't guessing.

" For starters, you forgot to put the grey in, meaning you've been busy, and therefore stressed," I said, pointing to his hair.

Mummy was blissfully unaware that Dad would never age, no matter how old his regeneration- he was only on his second form( he had regenerated once when he blew some chemicals into his face as a child back on Gallifrey, but since then, the curly haired, blue-eyed man had reamined the same for the past few centuries). She knew she would be the first to pass, but Daddy and I wanted to keep it easy on her, so he added grey dye to his curls. The fact that they where as black as mine was rather obvious.

" Oh, yes. Continue," he said.

" Then, there's the fact that both of you are quite pale, meaning that you have both been working on something sinister for at least a day. Just now, you two where whispering, meaning you wanted to hide something from me, obviously, and the fact that you forgot that I see almost everything means you're really stressed out. Then, of course, there's text," I smiled.

The text in question ran :

Cafe. Come at once if convenient, if inconvenient, come anyway.

-SH h and the Doctor too! : )

"The extra 'h' means that he snatched from you mid-text I said, pointing to Granddad, who smiled guiltily, " Meaning, you two where sitting next to each other. The fact that you texted me at all on a- today's Sunday- Sunday, when Mummy usually forces you to calm down, means something really big is going on for you personally, plus you brought Granddad in, even bigger. Now as to what-"

Oh. It hit me. We weren't at Speedy's, meaning Dad wanted to draw attention away from Baker St. I looked at my father up and down. Stressed, worried, hasn't slept in several days, hasn't eaten in almost as much time, hasn't seen Mum for a while...

My hearts dropped. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees, but I couldn't move either hand to the cup of tea in front of me. Quietly, afraid to hear the answer, I said,

" Where's Uncle John?"

No one spoke.

" Daddy: What's going on?"

Grandad spoke in his place. " Missing."

" How long?"

" Three days."

They where trying to keep calm. I wasn't as successful. "THREE DAYS! Three days, and not a single sign, nothing from the Homeless Network, Uncle Mycroft's people, not a thing?"

" Do you not think I have tried anything!" my father yelled. People around us stared. I was shocked: even he, a man of little patience had never snapped at me before. Granddad glared at him.

" Sherlock, she was only trying to help! She is scared, and concerned for John, just like the rest of us. Apologize!"

They locked eyes for a moment, cobalt locked on ice. Surprisingly, dad gave way first, and looked at me. " You are right. I am sorry, Ginevra, I am... unwell." I smiled back at him, but I was very worried. Ginevera. My real name. The name I despised, but the name he gave me. The fact that he used my given name, not the pseudonym we all agreed upon was concerning. He went back to staring at the wall. Granddad picked up the slack.

" Mycroft's people have confirmed that John is nowhere on Earth." My mind raced.

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the news I was about to hear. " Violet. He was taken by force."

My hearts dropped even further. I knew that anyone who could take John Watson against his will was a force to be reckoned with. Meaning-

" Oh, my gosh. Mum! Auntie Mary! Are they okay?" Really starting to freak out now.

" Yes-sorry, should have told you, yes they're fine. They're with Mycroft." Cold comfort, but comfort all the same.

Suddenly, dad's phone beeped- a text. He read it aloud for Granddad to hear.

"The planet that's red,

For the people that are green.

Twenty-four Earth hours

Until Johnny boy's never seen"

"Twenty-four Earth hours until Johnny boy's never seen,"- One day for Uncle John to live. I gulped. It was a clue, but a morbid one. This was a playful psychopath, maybe even schizophrenic- someone who thought of crime as a game. My relatives looked at each other.

" This isn't good," Granddad said.

" Obviously! What- green people, red planet- What's on Raxacoricofallapatorius?"

" Don't know, but we'll need some vinegar-"

" 24 hours," I interjected, and put on my coat, " Sorry to be rude, but doesn't that mean we should get going?"

My father looked at me for the first time. " You are not going."

" What? Of course I am, you sent me a text!"

" To make sure you where alive!" Granddad said. "It's too dangerous to-"

" Oh, please, Granddad, don't give me that, please. I've been in the face of it for three years now, I think I know-"

" DON'T YOU SEE!" Dad yelled. " This isn't a stolen star, or a triple homicide, this is revenge! This is revenge on me! The style of writing- whoever this is, he's playing with me!"

" Toying with you? How?"

" This is the same style of Moriarty-laying clues all over the place, texts, pictures are probably next- I guarantee you, as soon as I get to Raxacoricofallapatorius, it won't be John waiting, it'll be some stupid puzzle for me to solve! If He could get so personal as to act like Moriarty, don't you think he knows about you? Could you consider what would happen to your mother and I if it was you?" I was shocked again. Dad had never been so vehement about anything.

Of course I was scared. I had read Uncle John's blog. I knew how Jim Moriarty had toyed with Dad. I had read the old magazines: I knew how Moriarty's great-great-grandfather, Professor James Moriarty had messed with my father in a difference life. I knew that both times, my father had to fake his death- deaths that didn't allow regeneration- to take down each Moriartys' webs to protect London. To protect John, and other people Dad loved. I knew that the second time was how Dad showed his trust for Mum.

I was scared: scared of this adversary that was acting like another Moriarty; scared that He was scaring my rock-solid father and grandfather. But, like them, I was also angry.

I loved Uncle John. Truth be told, I liked him better than my real Uncle, Mycroft. Uncle John was so nice to me, a second father, someone who I could rely on when Dad didn't get it, and Mummy was too emotional- the perfect middle. Uncle John was the one who softened my dad, melted the ice enough for him to fall in love. In effect, without John Watson, there would be no Ginevra Holmes.

" Daddy," I said after a time. " I know. I am scared, really scared. But that is why I am going- I am scared for Uncle John, and I am angry and He is not going to get away with this. And if you don't let me go with you in the TARDIS, I still have a good Vortex Manipulator, and so help me, I will sonic it to track you two throughout the Universe if I have to! But, please. I want to help."

They stared at me. Then Granddad smiled sadly and said, " Sherlock, she is too much like us!" Dad chuckled.

" So I can go?" I said.

" Was it a question?" Dad asked. " I thought not. Well, Doctor, where did you park the TARDIS?"

" ' Cross the street!" Granddad said, jumping up and walking out the door. Before Dad could follow him, I hugged him. He slowly hugged back. I considered crying for a millisecond, but I didn't, knowing he would have disapproved. I just stood there, like a child, trying to get as much comfort as I could from my father's thin arms. I took a few deep breaths to calm down my racing hearts.

I breathed him in, the familiar scents of my childhood calming me down; the honey soap, the slight smell of cigarettes( meaning he was stressed, no surprise), the slightly musty smell of Baker St,his natural smell that a truly dedicated daughter like myself could recognize anywhere. I could hear his hearts. Everyone said he didn't have even one, mistaking him for a human, but it wasn't true. He hid his hearts, kept them at bay, for he used to be afraid of them being broken. But now, as I stood there, seeking comfort, I sensed it was two sided- his best friend in the Universe, the one that was there even before Mum( no competition, I assure you) was missing- I was comforting him too.

I felt both my hearts, and his, slowing down, and we released each other. He looked me up and down and chuckled softly. That was all I needed- he would give no words of comfort- it wasn't his area- but he knew I knew the chuckle was enough. We walked together to the TARDIS, ignored the doors instructions, and pushed the doors open. The game was on.