The Dying Detective
As I crossed the street, I saw the thin guy, but he didn't see me. I guess that's how it began.
I followed the skinny guy for two more blocks before he turned and I could ask exactly
what he was doing here. He looked a little scared, so I gave him my best smile and my bluest eyes.
'I just went to get coffees for the Doctor and Amy. Hello, Sherlock.' He said.
'Hello, John.' I said to him. He looked confused. 'Where am I? How the hell did I get here?'
He asked. 'I haven't the faintest idea, but you'll probably want to put your hands up.' I told him.
The man behind him was pointing a gun straight at him. John put his hands up. 'Sherlock Holmes?'
A voice asked. 'You're Sherlock?' John seemed completely surprised. A black limousine pulled
up and the guy in the hood told us to get in. And so, we did.
'You didn't come here in the Tardis, obviously.' I said to John. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
'Why?' He asked. 'He couldn't have.' I said. 'The city's full of time distortions. It'd be impossible
to land the Tardis here. Like trying to land a plane in a blizzard. Even I couldn't do it.'
'So how did you get here?' John asked me. 'Vortex manipulator. Less bulky than a Tardis.
A motorbike through traffic. You?'
'I'm not sure.' John said.
We eventually reached Grayle's entance hall and left the limousine alone.
'Ah. Early Qin dynasty, I'd say.' I said.
'Correct. Are you an archeologist as well as a detective?' Grayle asked me. 'Early Qin, just as you
say. You're very well informed.'
'And you're very afraid. That's an awful lot of locks for one door.' I said, turning and looking
at his door of multiple locks.
John walked around the room, stopping to look at a blue and white vase. 'Sherlock, I'm translating.'
He said. 'It's a gift of the Tardis. It hangs around.' I told him. Grayle looked at John and said,
'This one. Put him somewhere uncomfortable.' The first hood stepped forward. 'With the babies, sir?'
'Yes, why not? Give him to the babies.' The first hood proceeded to grab John by the arm,
and throw him to Grayle's cellar.
As Grayle helped me off with my mackintosh, I spotted the word 'Yowzah' on one of the vases.
'Hello, sweetie. Let's see, crime boss with a collecting fetish. Whatever you don't let anyone
else see has got to be your favourite. Or possibly your girlfriend.' I pulled the red curtains away,
revealing a snarling Angel statue with manacles and chains on it. 'So, girlfriend, then.' I said.
I started tapping on my Vortex manipulator keypad. Grayle asked, 'What are you doing?'
'Oh, you know, texting a boy.' I smiled.
'These things are all over, but people don't seem to notice. It never moves while you're looking.'
Grayle said. 'Oh, I know how they work.' I told him.
'So I understand. Sherlock Holmes, the detective who investigates Angels.' He said to me,
'Badly damaged.' I said.
'I wanted to know if it could feel the pain.'
'You realise it's screaming? The other's can hear. Is that why you need all the locks?' I asked.
Grayle walked to the side of the wall, turning off the lights briefly, letting the Angel grab
hold of my wrist.
'You're going to tell me all about these creatures, and you're going to do it quickly.' He turned
out the lights once more.