"Sherlock stop!" A flop of curly black hair rose from the pile of papers in the corner slowly. It was the first time he'd stopped moving and talking since they'd left Lestrades office. "Thank you. What- whats going on? What are you doing?"

Sherlock's eyes narrowed, "Have you not been listening to a word I've been saying?"

Johns eyebrows lifted, and his voice Rose an octave "You have been mumbling to yourself at 50 miles an hour for the past-" he checked his watch "-40 minutes. 25 of which you spent chucking paper around the flat. Please tell me what's going on."

Sherlock disappeared back into the mass paper, his voice travelling across the room. "He gave me a number to call if I ever required him, I suppose he will want this," he said throwing the fake ID at John, he opened it curiously and frowned.

"It's not here Sherlock," he said showing him the blank paper. "Did you take them out?"

Sherlock sighed, exasperated, as more papers begin flying around the room, his arms moving in a blur. "It's blank right now. It appears however the person holding it wishes it to."

"It's magic paper?"

"Psychic paper." He shouted.

John folded the 'psychic paper' and slipped it into his pocket. "And the two men you stole it from?"

"They certainly weren't smart enough to have met the Doctor and seem very random in the events that are transpiring, but I will find the connection soon. They could very well be the key to finding the companion and therefore him, if I never find IT. Damn this little piece of paper!" He said tearing up a letter and stuffing it into the bin. "Why must we keep everything John? Are you a hoarder? It's not an attractive quality Mr Watson."

Ignoring him, John asks, "Okay and this doctor that you've been muttering about?"

"Hes not A Doctor he's THE Doctor." Sherlock shouts, his frustration coming out at John.

"That doesn't help." John replys calmly, "Who is he?"

"Time Lord of the planet Galifrey. Obsession with earth and its inhabitants, weirdly drawn to London. Probably due to a relationship or traumatic experience, he feels drawn here.." Sherlock pondered to himself, still scanning shreds of paper and discarding them.

".. The planet Galifrey?" John exhaled, incredulous. "Have you been using again?"

Sherlock's head popped up again, pausing in his search, piercing blue eyes stareing at John, "Do you really think I suffered delusions of alien planets when I was using?"

John dropped his head, feeling guilty that he suggested such a thing. "No, sorry, its just- you know how crazy it sounds right?"

"Insane, I'm aware." He muttered, returning to his search. "I was a treasured instrument at the use of UNIT in my early adulthood, due to the insistence of my brother," he explained quickly, seeming uninterested in his own story. "The Doctor is well known at the task force, almost like a sacred leader, and when he arrived everyone greeted him with cheers and salutes. We became good friends quickly, his mind worked much faster than most others and it was.. Less irritating, than the slow burn of regular minds." Sherlocks eyes darted to John and back to the task at hand. "We bonded. We saved a few lives, blah, blah.. He suggested I travel with him, but I rejected his proposal, knowing there were unsolved cases here in London that needed attending to. But he gave me a number to call. It came to be that I left UNIT, I aways felt their targets were not to my liking and my experience with the Doctor revealled their questionable morals."

"You never had a problem with questionable morals before." John pointed out.

"Nonetheless, after my time with the Doctor I decided to take my own route and well, not give two shits about Mycrofts opinion- Ah-ha!" Sherlock ginned, over a piece of old, yellowing paper. "Found it."

Sherlock leaped over into his armchair excitedly and thrust the paper at John.

"Well you dont need me anymore, it looks like you picked up a hot alien Doctor." He said laughing as he studied the yellowing paper with numbers scrawled in blue biro and a little circular doodle in the corner. "You've really got to stop trying to make me jealous.." John joked.

"I never said he was hot." Sherlock mumbled, cheeks burning.