A/N: this is suppose to be a crossover of doctor who and Sherlock though I'm not sure how it will turn out. Please review as I need input on what I should include. Thank you J
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sherlock BBC or Sherlock by Sir Conan Doyle. Ob-vi-ous-ly. I also don't own the Doctor… though it would be AMAZING if I did.
The crack in the wall seemed to have gotten larger since the last time Sherlock noticed it. It was a peculiar thing. Stretching from the window to the middle of the wall right underneath the bullet shots the young detective enjoyed firing whenever he became bored. Which was quite often.
"What are you staring at?" John asked looking up from the newspaper he was reading. He noticed that the observant look on his friend's face, one that was not at all unfamiliar, was growing deeper and deeper. Sherlock practically jumped up from his chair and ran over to the crack. He traced his fingers down it.
Sherlock pressed his ear against the wall, "Do you hear that john?"
"Hear wha-" John was cut off by Sherlock who loudly shushed him. This of course made John roll his eyes and shake his head. He didn't understand Sherlock sometimes.
Frustrated the young detective flopped on the sofa, "I don't get it. It's as if there is something living in the wall, which is absolutely ridiculous! The walls are too thin nothing could crawl through there and still sustain its self…" he drifted off into a deep thought.
"Well I'm going out be back in a bit… and ah- Sherlock. Do me a favor and don't knock the wall down while I'm out."
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3 hours later and Sherlock hadn't moved a muscle. This was so puzzling. Normally petty stuff like this annoyed him, but now it felt strange not knowing what this mysterious crack in the wall was. Or how it got there. Or what caused it. For once he had no answers. There was a quiet knock on the door.
"Come in Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock knew who it was without even having to open his eyes. "If you don't mind not thinking it is very distracting."
"Oh Sherlock look at you! It's 3 p.m. and your still in your night clothes." Mrs. Hudson stated in her motherly nature.
"Please. I. am. Trying. To. Think." He sounded exasperated.
By now the land lady was in the kitchen looking for something to make for the man. "And what in Heaven's name are you trying to think about that is so important that you can't even get dressed for the day?" Sherlock sat straight up.
"The crack in the wall Mrs. Hudson. The crack!" with that Sherlock stormed off to his bedroom to go get dressed. "Oh and I'll have some tea!" he shouted from the hall.