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This has been a little while but I've been so busy with various school projects and CAs so I'm not getting much time for writing. Now it's half hols so I'll have a bunch of time this week but after this story I'll still be doing some writing but not as much :( Quite a short chapter this time.

''We might be out of here by tonight'' quoted Julian, running his hands over his face. Two more days had passed since that morning and the three men had slept and eaten very little. Barely anything had been accomplished apart from getting a relatively stable power supply to the TARDIS. Paper and bits of wire littered the desk that Julian and the Doctor sat at and various layers of clothing hung over the arm of John's armchair. Julian had taken off his turtleneck, leaving him in just his outer jacket. Sherlock was busying himself in the kitchen making tea. He walked over carrying three mugs as the Doctor sighed and took one.

'I'm out of ideas' he groaned. 'Without knowing where this field is coming from I have no idea how we can shut it off.'

'Well then then must be a way to find out where it's coming from' said Julian, standing up to stretch his legs.

'We can't track it, we can't detect the frequency of it, we couldn't even find out it was there without knocking out Sherlock. Apart from wandering around London knocking on every door, I don't see what we can do.' There was a pause before Julian wandered into the kitchen.

'Let's not think about it for a while. I don't know about you but I'm starving.'

'Me too, we could all do with something to eat.' Agreed the Doctor.

'Now the only question is: Sherlock, do you have anything edible in your apartment?' Julian asked as he opened a couple of cupboards and peered cautiously inside. 'Sherlock?' he repeated when the detective didn't answer. He was sitting in his armchair, staring into the kitchen. Julian frowned and repeated his name again.

'Sherlock?'

'It doesn't have to be the whole of London.' Replied Sherlock. 'Some areas would be too obvious or not have a big enough power supply.' He grabbed his laptop and opened it up. 'In fact we can probably narrow it down considerably.' The Doctor went and stood behind him as Sherlock brought up a map of London with news bulletins pinned to their locations.

'You're right.' The Doctor pointed to a news article area on the map Sherlock had up. 'This area has had roadworks disrupting the electricity for weeks it couldn't be there.'

'This street is all well-known shops, there wouldn't be space for it there.'

'Print off a map – we can start crossing places off' said the Doctor. As pieces of the map started spewing out of the printer, Sherlock finally acknowledged Julian's question.

'No there won't be anything in the kitchen you'll need to go out and get something.'

'Right.' Replied Julian. He waited for someone to make their way out but they had busied themselves sticking pieces of paper up on Sherlock's wall.

'Yes, off you pop.' Julian stared at Sherlock for a moment. The Doctor paused what he was doing and looked up.

'Sherlock, I can't go out.'

'Why not?' Julian gestured to himself.

'I'm in Starfleet uniform! That would attract more than a few weird looks!'

'It's London, there's weirder sights.'

'Sherlock-' started the Doctor, trying to defend Julian but Sherlock butt in, scribbling down an address.

'Take my coat then; it'll cover everything. Get a taxi and give them this address.' He handed Julian the piece of paper. 'Tell them it's for Sherlock Holmes; the always give me extra chips.'

'I don't have any money!' spluttered Julian.

'Top right pocket.' Julian had run out of reasons. He looked at the Doctor for support but he just shrugged and looked apologetic. Julian sighed and strode over to were the coat was hanging. He yanked it on, turning up the collar to cover his face.

'Be quiet down the stairs.' Called Sherlock as Julian slammed the door behind him and stomped down the stairs out of the door.