Watching Captain Williams lead in a very bored looking Sherlock, Amy fought to hold back a smile. Even with things being so wrong,Sherlock was apparently the same. As Captain Williams took a spot next to the door, his gaze on Sherlock, the taller man lounged into the chair in front of Amy's desk.

"You can go Captain Williams," Amy dismissed him, allowing a faint smirk as she noticed Sherlock's gaze running over the room.

"Yes Ma'am," he nodded, giving Sherlock one last glance before leaving, the door shutting quietly behind him.

Sherlock was speaking before it was fully closed. "Fascinating as this all is," he gave the room an uninterested look, "I'm not sure what you want with me."

"You know time's gone wrong." It wasn't a question; Sherlock was one of the few people who might notice.

"And?"

Amy rolled her eyes. Insufferable as ever. "And you're going to help us, me, find the Doctor and put things right."

Sherlock let his amusement show. "And why would I help you? I don't even know who this doctor is."

She pressed her lips together, remembering just how much of a pain he could be when he wanted. "Time can't keep still like this."

"But it's certainly more interesting this way."

"Wanker," Amy said, a reflex from a timeline she remembered but that didn't exist. Sherlock looked as though he'd heard that insult a hundred times a day. He probably did. She sighed, trying to think of another way to convince him. "Do you remember meeting a little girl with four psychiatrists?" she asked hopefully. "She met a mad, raggedy doctor and no one believed her except for a boy who helped her look for him." Even if it was just to prove that such a man didn't exist, but Amy left that part out.

She could have sworn she saw understanding in Sherlock's eyes, but his expression didn't change. "Most boys are stupid."

"This one especially." She gave him a pointed look, and they both broke into smiles. He did remember! She'd known he would. "Sherlock, we need to find the Doctor."

"We proved he wasn't real."

"No, you convinced yourself he wasn't. But I found him before." She knew he'd never be able to back down after that; he so hated to be shown up. "We have to find him again."

He studied her for a long moment, clearly at odds with his desire to prove himself right and to have no part in what he believed was a wild goose chase. "And if we don't?"

Amy managed a shocked look. "The great Sherlock Holmes doesn't think he can find one man?" If that didn't needle him into finding the Doctor, Amy didn't know what would.

Sure enough, his eyes narrowed and his smile disappeared. "Amelia."

She ignored the warning in his voice, not that she'd ever paid it any attention before this. "Then we won't be needing you. I'll just find someone who can-"

"Fine," he snapped.

Amy bit back a triumphant grin. "We've already got people working on it -"

He interrupted her again. "And they've done an astounding job of finding him, if you've come to me. I'll let you know when I find him," he said flatly, getting to his feet. Amy had expected this; Sherlock wouldn't stay when he had a job to do. And after she'd insulted him.

"I'll be hearing from you soon, then?"

"I am the great Sherlock Holmes."

She smiled. "The only consulting detective in the world."