The dragon leaped forwards toward Sherlock. Instantaneously, Sherlock, Lestrade, and John all drew their guns and shot the dragon through the right side of its chest. It fell to the ground with three bullets through its chest, and John knelt down and checked the pulse.
"It's dead," John said.
"Obviously. It's got three bullets and a stab wound through its chest, I think it's dead," Sherlock said.
"Well, I had to check, didn't I? Fooled us last time," John said.
"Because it had only one of its hearts had been put out of commission," Sherlock, John, Lestrade, and Donovan all whirled around. Standing there was a man in a long brown coat, a dark blue pinstriped suit, a red tie, and dark blue pants with brown hair that seemed to be defying gravity. With him was a blonde girl wearing a pink jacket.
"Erm, don't mind me saying this, but who the heck are you?" Lestrade asked.
"Why don't you check this?" The man held up an ID badge with a blank piece of paper in it.
"Oh, sorry," Lestrade said quickly.
"That paper's blank," Sherlock said.
"Don't be silly, Sherlock, of course it's not," John said.
"Yes, it is," Sherlock said.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to see the exterminator dragon," John Smith (for that was what John, Lestrade, and Donovan thought his name was) said.
"Ye- wait a second, what did you call it?" Lestrade said.
"An exterminator dragon, you know, long claws, fantastic hearing, sight, and smell, two hearts, wings," Smith said, acting out every feature as he said it.
"So, freak, it was a dragon after all," Donovan said, turning to Sherlock.
"But still, can I see it?" Smith asked.
"Yes, it's right here," Lestrade said, stepping to the side. He started towards the dragon, but Sherlock stopped him.
"Listen, I don't know how you're doing this, but it's not working on me. Remember, I'm keeping an eye on you," Sherlock said quietly. He let go of Smith's arm and let him investigate the dragon.
"I don't know what new information you could gain from it, we studied it to death," Lestrade said.
"You'd be surprised," the girl said.
"Sorry, what's your name?" John asked.
"I'm Rose," Rose said.
"John," John said. "That's my friend, Sherlock," John gestured to Sherlock.
"Sherlock? Like, Sherlock Holmes?" Rose asked.
"That's my name," Sherlock said.
"Ooooooookay then," Rose said. If she was suspicious, she didn't say anything.
"Rose! Come look at this," Smith said abruptly. Rose knelt down next to him.
"What is it, Doc- er, John," Rose said.
"This dragon, it's- well, exterminator dragons are from an alternate world. If exterminator dragons are here, who knows what else could be around," Smith whispered.
"So - bad?" Rose asked.
"Bad,"
"And we have to fix it?"
"Yes,"
"How?"
"We find the gate and close it,"
"And how do you propose we do that?"
"I dunno,"
"Duct tape?"
"Have you been watching MythBusters again?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Your first response to 'we have to fix the gate' is to use duct tape,"
"How about magic duct tape?"
"Maybe. We'd have to find some first,"
"You do know I was kidding, right,"
"Of course I do,"
This entire conversation about duct tape and gates was done is whispers, which was earning quite a few suspicious looks from Lestrade, Donovan, John, and Sherlock.
"What exactly are you even talking about? I caught a few words like 'duct tape' and 'gate', and what does duct tape have to do with a strange reptile-" "Dragon," Smith corrected. "Fine, whatever, dragon that seems to have been crushed in a collapse five years ago when it wasn't there yesterday?" Lestrade asked.
"Actually, duct tape and gates have everything to do with this dragon," Smith said, gesturing to the dragon. "And you don't seem to realize the fact that this very dragon killed five people this morning,"
"Those five people died in a fire this morning that started from an unsupervised candle," Lestrade said, slowly getting more angry.
"Or did they?" Rose added mysteriously.
"You know, there was that strange green tinge in the ash," Donovan said.
"Speaking of which, Sherlock, did you finish analyzing that ash?" John asked.
"No, I did not. I've never seen any kinds of ash like that," Sherlock said.
"Even when you know two hundred and forty?" John asked.
"Two hundred and forty three," Sherlock corrected.
"Well," Smith said, interrupting. "A green tinge means dragon-fire. That's how I know it killed five people,"
"Alright, so, suddenly dragons are real. Could today get any stranger?" Lestrade asked.
"Quite possibly," Smith said. "And we need to find out how dragons got here in the first place. As you said, they don't exist. Well, then, we'll be off. Come along, Rose!" Smith turned and started walking back down the street again. Rose waved to John and then followed Smith. As soon as they were halfway down the street, Sherlock turned to John and said,
"I'm following them,"
"Why?" John asked.
"Because there's something odd going on, and I'm finding out what," Sherlock said. Sherlock turned up his coat collar and started after Smith and Rose.
"Alright, I'm coming," John said, following Sherlock. "And can we please not do that thing?"
"What thing?" Sherlock asked.
"Where you turn up your coat collar and try and act mysterious," John said.
"I don't do that," Sherlock said.
"Yes, you do," John said.
"Down here," Sherlock grabbed John's arm and pulled him into a side street. Smith had looked back at them before entering another side street. Sherlock and John raced towards the side street. They turned down it only to be faced with a strange sight.
They were face-to-face with a blue, 1970's Police Call box.