"Don't do it, Sherlock."

"John, it's an experiment!"

"Put the plate down, this is enough!"

"Damn it!" Sherlock yelled, tossed the plate at the wall, and laughed as it smashed into a thousand pieces. It had been three days since their last case, and John had had enough.

"Phone Lestrade." Sherlock muttered, pulling his hands though his curly hair.

"No Sherlock."

"Why not?" He cried out, looking like he may smash another plate.

"Because you'll just get even more frustrated!" John snapped back, stood up, and checked the emails on his computer.

"Wait…hang on. We have something."

Sherlock froze, and instantly was next to John, reading the email with his eyebrows creased.

"What sort of lunacy is this?" Disappearing people? Strange factories? Pfft." Sherlock sighed, and put his head down in his hands.

"Guess we'll have to take it then." He added, as John looked at him incredulously.

"But…you…fine, I'll reply to the email. Get your coat."

John sighed as Sherlock looked up, smiled smugly, and put his scarf on.

….

"And we're off!"

The TARDIS whirred and The Doctor, Amy and Rory were flung to the floor as they drifted through space and time. Suddenly, the noise stopped and the TARDIS had landed. Amy clapped and laughed, and Rory got up, smiling at her.

"Where are we?" He asked, and the Doctor grinned. "Modern day London. There's been a report of some…oddities, thought we should have a look!"

Amy looked dismayed. "What happened to the beach?" She asked, but the Doctor was already out. Huffing, Rory followed Amy out, and they found themselves near a big abandoned factory.

Rory wandered behind them as Amy continued to argue about the beach. To his right, Rory spotted a black cab driving off, but decided not to say anything. They entered the factory, and looked around. It was abandoned, or appeared to be.

"Split up, be back here in five minutes. If you find anything, yell !" The Doctor called to them, twitched his bowtie, and walked off. Amy strode away in the opposite direction, leaving Rory stood there, without a clue what to do.

After a minute or so, Amy heard a noise, of muttering and a strange clinking sound. Hidden behind a wall, holding her breathe, she dared to peak around the corner.

"Doctor. Doctor!"

….

They arrived at the factory, and Sherlock already looked bored. "Dull. Dull. Dull." He said, swabbing dust and peering around walls. Suddenly, he stopped, and walked off, seeming interested in something.

"Sherlock?" John explained, rushing after him. They turned a corner, and came face to face with a robot of some sort.

It was deadly still, and silent, yet there was still an air of hostility around it. Sherlock, however, was in the zone. He started to examine the machine, smelling it, knocking on it, and even licking it, all the while with a look of unfaltering concentration. John looked around, and managed to see a quick flash of ginger hair, presumably girls, before it disappeared from sight, around the corner. Abruptly, a shout emerged from the mysterious person behind the corner. A girl's voice.

Sherlock looked up, alarmed, just in time to see a man burst round the corner, wearing a bow tie and holding what looked like a glowing pen, or screwdriver. He was followed by a ginger girl and a tall man, who glanced at the girl protectively.

"Duck!" The first man yelled, just as the robot put its arm up and almost blasted Sherlock to bits.

He leapt back, and joined the rest of the party, looking slightly embarrassed. The man with the bowtie pulled them behind the wall just in time before the robot shot at them again.

Sherlock brushed himself off, and tried to regain his pride.

"Well…I guess I owe you thanks of some sort. And you are?"

"The doctor! That's Rory and Amy." The man waved backwards to the couple, then stuck out his hand. "Who are you?" The Doctor asked, still smiling.

"Next to me is Doctor John Watson, and I am Sherlock Holmes."