"So… where should we start?" asked Newt.
"Well, the easiest thing would be is to split up, Tina and Watson, you guys go the The London Eye, Newt and Rose, to The Bloody Tower, me and Sherlock will go to Big Ben," said the Doctor in response.
"Sounds good," replied Newt.
"Sounds excellent," said Rose.
"Let's go then, meet back here in three hours?" asked Watson.
They all nodded, and off they went.
At Big Ben
"So, solving a mystery with Sherlock Holmes. Brilliant," said the Doctor grinning.
"Should be," Sherlock said in agreement to the Doctor's statement.
"Shall we take a look inside?" asked the Doctor.
"I suppose so." Sherlock stopped before the tower.
The Doctor whipped out his psychic paper and showed it to the man at the front, Sherlock searching for his stolen ID, which really belonged to Mycroft.
"Department of Health and Safety, Big Ben, and this is my partner, Mr. Mycroft Holmes," said the Doctor, glancing at Sherlock's fake ID. "We're here to inspect it for the state."
"The state has closed it off, why did they send you lot?" asked the security man.
"Wanted to make sure it's still safe, now if you'll let us in," replied the Doctor quickly, gesturing to the door and walking through before an objection. "Mycroft Holmes? Your brother, wasn't it?" He said to Sherlock quietly.
"Yes, I stole his ID for occupational purposes," replied Sherlock.
"Okay then… we'll, start deducting then?"
"No, I'll start deducting, you use that sonic screwdriver of yours, and sonic around the room," replied Sherlock.
"W-wait, what? How did you know about that? It's been in my pocket the whole time," said the Doctor, shocked at Sherlock's words.
"Yes, but it was peeking out when you came out of your TARDIS," replied Sherlock.
"Oh my god," replied the Doctor, wondering what he got himself into.
They looked around for a while before they heard two voices talking in unison.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here?"
The Doctor and Sherlock both jumped back.
"This is not what I meant," Sherlock whispered to himself.
"Sherlock, old friend, haven't seen you in a while, have I?" Moriarty sneered.
"Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, I believe you have aged quite a bit," The Master teased.
"Master, it doesn't have to be like this; I can help you, we can travel the universe together," pleaded the Doctor.
"Can we? Oh wait, I don't need your TARDIS, I have my own," replied the Master.
Sherlock was watching this in confusion, deducting things quickly and educating himself on the situation.
"Master, please don't go with this man- or Grindelwald, they can't help you, Sherlock, tell him what Moriarty has done," said the Doctor, a flicker of hope in his eyes.
Sherlock glanced at Moriarty, who was standing next to the Master, smiling.
"Master, I presume? Seems you two have met before," he said, gesturing to the Master and the Doctor.
"Yes, and it seems that you and my friend Moriarty here have a past," replied the Master.
"We do indeed." Sherlock threw a look at Moriarty. "I would suggest you don't get involved- you really don't want to be. You don't know what- sorry, no, you have. You've seen what he can do. He's dangerous. I repeat- don't go and get involved."
"Ahh, but Sherlock, have you not realized, I am just as dangerous," said the Master.
"Okay, Master, stop playing. What do you want with us?" cut in the Doctor.
"Doctor, why do you think I always want something? Isn't okay if I just drop in with my friend once and while and visit you?" replied the Master.
Moriarty smiled. "Suppose you're thinking the same?" He asked Sherlock.
"Yes, I would say I am. Don't tell me you're visiting. If you are, you can show yourself out the door. I don't do 'visitors.'" Sherlock responded.
"But, you will make an exception for us, and you know why?" asked the Master.
"It's because, we've got your precious Watson, and your flower, Doctor," continued Moriarty.
Sherlock seemed to suddenly become more worried, looking frantically around the room. "John!"
The Doctor seemed to do the same, sonicing for other life-forms except them. "Rose!" he cried.
"If you want your companions back detectives, then you'll have to give us something for them," sneered Moriarty.
"What do you want?" the Doctor and Sherlock said in unison.
"Ah, not much. Only… you." Moriarty pointed to the two of them. "That is, if you want your precious friends back. Friends. Ha. What have they ever done anyway?"
Suddenly, Newt came bursting in. "I've been looking everywhere, I think I lost Rose, and then I looked to go and find Tina and both of them are gone, too-"
"Ahh, the other one. I was wondering when he was going to show up," said the Master, cutting him off.
Newt looked around at the strange scene. "Wh- What's going on here? And who are you? What do you want from me?" He asked frantically to Moriarty and the Master, who were standing before Sherlock and the Doctor.
"Well, what do we want with him again?" started Moriarty sarcastically. "Oh wait, we already have it. Grindelwald!" he barked to the sides.
"Mr. Scamander, we meet again. Seems so long ago that it was just you and me on those train tracks," said Grindelwald walking in smoothly, case in hand.
"No- you were- you- How did you get here?" Newt asked, still confused.
"Oh my god, Scamander, the Master, Moriarty and Grindelwald have taken Rose and Watson, and now they want us," explained Sherlock impatiently.
"Who are you working for!?" the Doctor burst out.
"Oh, Doctor, you think we're working for someone?" asked the Master.
Moriarty merely laughed at their confusion. "Trust you lot to jump to conclusions. Who ever said anything about working for anyone?"
"He did, and now I am," Sherlock retorted.
"Oh, Scamander, did I mention? We also have your girlfriend," said the Master, changing the topic quickly.
"What? You have Tina, too!? What do you want her for?" Newt exclaimed.
"Well, really, we need you," replied the Master sneakily.
"Newt, I need you to apparate us away," muttered the Doctor to Newt.
"Okay, hold on to me, and grab Sherlock," Newt replied.
"Well, it looks like your visit must be cut short," remarked the Doctor as they apparated away.
The trio reappeared outside 221b Baker street. Sherlock pulled his hand away from Newt's rather dramatically.
"Okay, how are going to get them back!? Why didn't Tina just stay home? Queenie did, she should've stayed- oh this is all my fault, what am I going to tell Queenie!?" rambled off Newt, completely stressed out.
"Newt, get a grip, first we have to find out who they are working for, I can tell when the Master is lying, I grew up with him," said the Doctor, shaking Newt by the shoulders.
Sherlock hastily unlocked the door to his flat, heading upstairs and seeming to forget about the Doctor and Newt until Newt poked his head inside. "Oh- er, yes, come in." He found himself pacing across the living room once again.
"So, Sherlock, do you have any ideas where they might be?" asked the Doctor, putting his feet up like he owned the place.
"Shut up, I'm thinking," snapped back Sherlock.
Newt recoiled slightly at this harsh remark.
"He's supposedly always like this," the Doctor explained. "Don't take it personally."
"Stop psychoanalyzing me," said Sherlock. "That's my job."
"Sorry" Newt mumbled, looking down quickly.
"Listen, Sherlock, I know you're used to commanding John around, but I don't do that, working with me, you actually have to work with me- not against me, not over me, but with the two of us," said the Doctor. "You don't know about Grindelwald, or the Master, we all have to work together, we know our enemies' strengths and some weaknesses, they must have a common weakness."
Sherlock sighed loudly, before sitting down and putting his fingers to his temples, deep in thought. The Doctor fiddled with his sonic, while Newt stood awkwardly in the corner of the room in silence.
"So, er…" Newt started, trailing off.
"Mind palace," Sherlock mumbled in an attempted explanation.
"Sorry, what?"
The detective looked up at him. "My mind palace, basically a part of my mind where most of my thoughts reside and I go when I need to think about something that requires more than merely deducting. Now, my apologies, but I need silence. You're welcome to leave the room if that's too much for you."
"Er… sorry?" Newt replied confusedly.
"Silence. I need silence." Sherlock returned to his previous stance without any further explanation.
"Sherlock, we get it, you need silence, if you need silence so much, then shut up," replied the Doctor, going to his own "mind palace."
Newt stood awkwardly in a corner, inspecting 221B, wondering what the holes in the wall where.
"I know where they are," said the Doctor and Sherlock in unison.
"You do? Then… where are they?" Newt asked excitedly.
"Yes, but you're going to need a cell phone. We need to split up." Sherlock told him.
"What's a…. Cell phone..?" asked Newt. "What does it do..?"
"We forgot Newt is from a completely different time period, obviously." The Doctor recalled Newt standing in awe of all the technology of the time period. "Right, 80 years into the future. So, Newt, we need to set you up."
"Right, we'll get you an android," said the Doctor.
"No, we'll be getting him an iPhone, the best type," objected Sherlock.
"Do you have to disagree with everything I say?"
"Obviously no, because yes, I do have to agree with the fact that I do disagree with everything you say."
"Boys, please, what's an iPhone?" Newt intervened.
"Okay, so basically, a cell phone, is a portable device that you can call on, which is basically, when you put it to your ear and.. Oh I give up, Sherlock you do it," said the Doctor, exasperated.
Sherlock looked around for his own phone, pulling it out of his pocket. "See? iPhone."
The Doctor sighed, laughing quietly.
"Well, a cell phone… a device that allows one to call another user of a different cell phone and hear their voice at the same time. Oh- er, Doctor, call me or something. Just show him." Sherlock said.
While Sherlock was explaining this, and showing Newt his phone, Newt looked as intrigued as if he had just found a new creature, hanging onto every word they were saying.
The Doctor gave Sherlock a call, the phone rang. "You see, when you put in the number of someone else, they get a call, and they can answer, you don't always have to answer though," explained Sherlock, declining the Doctor's call.
"Okay, now that you get it, we should get you a phone, an Android at that," the Doctor cut in.
"No, an iPhone," retorted Sherlock.
It was starting to become dark. Newt laughed quietly, took of his coat, and lay down on the sofa, using his coat as a blanket. This is going to be a long night, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.