Okay, it is not a DoctorWho/HP crossover, just the number thingy is what I'm using...and that she keeps calling him Doctor...it jsut seemed mysterious when I wrote it.

Own Nothing.

Nine:


Watson ran down the road, calling a taxi, silently thinking that it was normally Sherlock who ran off without him. But here he was getting into a taxi, not caring about his friend. Who happened to catch the door before he slammed it shut. He allowed Sherlock in while he called out an address to the cabby.

The cabby sped off, the light drizzle splashing onto its windshields. "Do you want to tell me where we are going?" Sherlock asked. "Is it her childhood home? The home you two stayed at when you were on leave? Where?"

"If I say it out loud it would jinx it." John whispered, staring out the window, his hands ringing each other.

"Come now John, you cant be serious?" Sherlock asked, looking at his friend with earnest.

John sighed, rubbing his face. "There are several places that I want to look. She'll probably move around, using the military training we have. But she's also probably weak, and tired."

"What makes you say that?" Sherlock asked, he knew that the way her voice sounded on the phone, quivering, scared she was terrified, but not tired."

"If she had more strength, she would've held off on counting down until later, but she counted down twice in two days, she couldn't stop herself when she said three in the middle of her sentence. What ever is going on with her, she probably doesn't have much time left."

"We need to find her then."

"That is an understatement Sherlock." John rolled his eyes, looking out the window.