Every week in London, on a Saturday night at 10pm, a blue box can be seen outside on Baker Street.
And every Saturday, a man wearing a suit with a red bow tie steps out of the box like it's as big as a mansion, then he walks to the black front door of 221B and knocks the brass knocker gently with his young looking hand. After about 20 seconds a woman appears at the door, dressed in purple welcoming the man in with open arms then shouting up the stairs that she is the Landlord and not the housekeeper.
The pair of them walk up the stairs of the house to a cluttered living room. A dark brown haired man is lying on the three seater sofa in his blue silk dressing gown, and talking to which looks like a skull. In a chair on the other side of the room a shorter, light haired man sat typing away at his laptop. This is normal behaviour for these two men. Just last week they had covered the walls with pictures of a crime scene from a murder case they were on. There not with the police. Sherlock's a Consulting Detective and John's a doctor.
"Oh Sherlock, will you tidy yourself up a bit, you knew The Doctor was coming over" says the woman.
"Yes I'm quite aware of that Mrs. Hudson. And the answer is till no Doctor I'm not coming with you"
The Doctor knew that would be his answer, it always is. Last time he asked John to persuade Sherlock that it's a good idea for them to leave the house for a while and go travelling with him. Looks like it didn't work. Sherlock's to commit to his work to leave, even though The Doctor has a time machine and they could return a minuet after they left.
"Sherlock why don't we go for a bit, at least one trip, we might as well" asked John.
"Because I just don't feel like it" answered Sherlock
"Please Sherlock, just one trip and then we can come back home and live our lives as normal, for me."
"Oh please, leave me alone I don't want to go on some trip around the stars, if you do fine by me. And will you stop going on that blog of yours for once in your stupid life the tapping of the keys is driving me mad"
Sherlock hid his face under his dressing gown and turned around facing the wall. Angry, John shut his laptop half put half slammed it onto the table and stood up.
"Fine, you lye there sulking all night then, and don't come knocking on the door in the middle of the night like last time. You can sleep wherever you want but don't think that you can sleep with me! I've had enough of you for one night" John then picked up his coat and stormed out of the room and down the stairs.
"John please don't go like this. Oh Sherlock, what did you do that for?" Mrs. Hudson was use to them having arguments but she never liked it. The Doctor had just stood there watching but at this point he thought he should at lease try and help.
"Don't worry Mrs. Hudson" he said placing his hand on her shoulder. "I'll go after John"
The Doctor went after John down the stairs but when he got there the door had been slammed shut and John was no where to be seen.