"Just dropping by to check up for the British government." Sherlock said as he held up Mycroft's card. The Doctor also held up his psychic paper.
"Mycroft Holmes, and the Prince! We never get check ups here. It is quite a surprise." the scientist said nervously.
"Well, show us around Mr. Lynch." Sherlock ordered after looking at the name tag.
"Yes, please." the Doctor added.
"I will do that, but after I put another vile of a failed vaccine in storage." Mr. Lynch sighed as he put the glass container into a freezer.
As he closed the door, a sharp ring sounded through the building.
"Something has happened!" Mr. Lynch locked the door.
"Obviously." Sherlock rolled his eyes, the Doctor chuckled.
"Follow me sirs!" Mr. Lynch guided the two men through the door of the storage and into the sterile lab, which walls were now reflecting the red of the siren.
"Oh dear, something is happening. Where are we going Jim?" the false Prince asked as he walked quickly.
"Don't panic, Prince!" Mr. Lynch led them into a small conference room on the opposite side of the building.
In the conference room, other scientists and lab workers crowded in, trying to figure out what happened.
Sherlock spotted a man who was walking in and walked up to him.
"You. What's happened?" Sherlock asked him.
"Who the hell are you?"
Sherlock held up the card, "Mycroft Holmes." He exasperated.
"Delighted to see you again sir!" the man shook his hand.
The Doctor walked up next to Sherlock, "This is the prince."
"It is an honor!" the man smiled widely and shook the Doctor's hand.
"Yes, erm...thank you." the Doctor nodded, "Tell us what's going on!"
"I didn't know you heard..." the little man said nervously.
"Obviously we heard. We know that you were put in to replace an old brilliant man to head this operation. It's obvious that he was exceptional because I can see the stress showing up on your face. We also know that you're slightly reluctant, especially because your marriage needs some work, you're married, but you haven't got your ring on. You're smart, three Phd's, but you lack confidence. The way you walk, the way you can't seem to command attention shows that you only want to be an intellect, and not a leader or what you think politician. You don't like politicians do you? I can tell from the way you wrinkled your nose ever so slightly when you read my card." Sherlock explained.
"You like this don't you?" the Doctor smiled.
Sherlock tried to keep his face serious at the small smile on his new found friend's face.
The small man, stunned, blinked twice and sighed. "A few samples...have been..." He frowned and sighed, "stolen."
The room gasped collectively.
"Oh. That is not good. That is very not good." the Doctor's eyes widened. He looked towards his new companion, whose face was as still as it was before.
Sherlock said calmly, "Show us to the storage."
The chief director looked around and finally gestured for a small woman to show the two men to where the viruses were kept.
"This is Jacqueline, she will show you. I have some other business to take care of." the scientist said as the dark haired woman smiled by his side.
"Come with me please." She gestured.
"Jacqueline, how exactly are they kept?" the Doctor asked.
"Guards, obviously." Sherlock smirked.
"It's not THAT obvious." the Timelord frowned.
"High security lab like this, must be guards." Sherlock said.
"Actually Mr. Holmes, it is protected by guards and an iris detector. The only people who can access it are the guards and a few technicians." Jacqueline said as they walked quickly.
"Ha." the Doctor turned to Sherlock with a smile.
Sherlock crinkled his nose, "Close enough."
"Yet not quite." the Doctor teased.
Sherlock ignored the remark and walked behind Jacqueline as they ventured into the storage.
The room was very small, and bright. The entire room was painted a bright white. It had a shockingly sterile feel.
"We keep the viruses in these safes." Jacqueline gestured to the three safes.
"Oh really?" Sherlock said sarcastically.
Jacqueline frowned.
"He's sorry." the Doctor said, "How many samples of the viruses are missing?"
Jacqueline shook, "All."
The three stood, all trying absorb the extreme situation that had just presented itself to them. The Doctor was worried. Sherlock could tell from the lines beginning to appear on his face. He was confused and scared. But, if he was confused, why would he look so scared? Did he already know who stole it?
"That is very not good." the Timelord finally said, as he took out his sonic.
"What the hell is that? What kind of a prince has that?" Jacqueline was shocked.
"This one does." he pointed the sonic at the safes, looked at it then at Sherlock, "Well, I think we should be getting back, don't you Mycroft?"
"Of course." Sherlock turned on his heel.
"Who are you really?" Jacqueline was confused.
The Doctor turned his head and answered Jacqueline with a smile.
The two men walked out of the storage unit, and ran to the TARDIS.
Sherlock, for the first time in a long time, had a slightly baffled look on his face.
"You know who did it."
"Yes. Well. Sort of. I'm not sure." the Doctor was very worried.
"Judging from the way you look, I believe it is an old enemy. Perhaps you already know the plan?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh yes. If it is them, then there really is only one plan." the Doctor rubbed his eye.
"And, just to confirm my instincts for me. What is their plan?"
"To exterminate."
