The next day, they found a portal, but it took them to the Victorian era... The late 1800's. Inspector George Lestrade grabbed Chris by the neck, and Aviva smirked. "Ok grandpa... Let my husband go..." "You're a Lestrade?!" "Duh you're my... *makes calculations* Great grandfather times 15..." "Woah..." "Ah... Visitors, what do you make of this Watson?" "Well, eh... They're not from this era or city..." "Duh Sherlock..." "Ah... Another Lestrade. Pleasure to meet you." He bowed down, and Chris smirked. Aviva looked bewildered, and smiled. "Wow Sherlock... You haven't changed a bit... Especially Watson..." Watson blushed, and Sherlock smiled. "Ah.. Don't be stupid my dear Aviva... And who is this young fellow?" "Who? What young fellow? There's 3..." "Ah.. The short one with the green jacket..." "Which one? Both of them are wearing green.." "Ugh the older one my dear..." "Oh Chris..." "What a pleasure to meet you, Chris Kratt..." Chris gasped, and Sherlock smiled. "Don't you dare steal my wife from me..." "Who?" "Aviva... She's my wife..." "I don't even like mating... A mixture of the parents creeps me out..." "Hey..." Joey ran up to Sherlock, and smirked. "I must happen to be..." "Do be quiet Joey... I know..." Joey smiled, and sat down.
