Sherlock, John, and The Doctor!

by circledude5

Sherlock and John find a 1960s police call box in their living room, and... Out pops the Doctor! Also note: I was not aware of the other stor(y)(ies) by the same name as mine until recently (June 1st, 2014) and the same title was not intended.

11. Chapter 11

A/N: I'm sorry! I knew this would happen! I'm publishing two chapters tomorrow to make it up to you guys! I'm sorry! Actually, I'm surprised I went that long without forgetting about it...

ALSO: In response to a review I got about how they could just travel by TARDIS, John and Sherlock don't know what it is other than that it's a blue police telephone box, and that it somehow got into their flat without them noticing how. And the Doctor doesn't know if he should tell them or not.

Enjoy...? :D

They caught a taxi to the palace and saw the helicopter Mycroft had been talking about.

"Sherlock Holmes?" shouted a man, barely audible over the helicopter that was causing such a ruckus.

"Here!" Sherlock yelled back, holding up his hand like a kid being called for attendance. The Doctor, Sherlock, and John headed over to the waiting helicopter and they took off

The furniture store was as it had been when they had visited it earlier that day. And, as Sherlock and the Doctor expected, the fourth pile of sand was in a room with candles.

"So," John said, looking down at the pile of sand while the Doctor and Sherlock talked loudly about how they had been sure they would find candles along with the pile, "Is there a way to... trace the teleport to where it's going?"

"Yes! I knew there would be candles! I was right!" Sherlock said excitedly.

"I knew it!" the Doctor exclaimed.

"It's definitely the candles."

"Definitely."

"The teleport is the candles!"

"Candles. Pretty clever, for being in a furniture store, have to admit."

"Yes. Everyone would walk right by them."

"Candles!"

"Did you hear me?" John shouted, frustrated, "Is there a way to trace the teleport to where it's transporting the people?"

Sherlock and the Doctor stopped talking.

"I don't know." Sherlock said promptly, "Is there?" he looked at the Doctor.

"Well..." the Doctor hesitated. He didn't want to show them his sonic screwdriver, but knew that that it was the only thing that would show them where all the people were going.

"Is there?" pushed John.

"Well... Yes." the Doctor said finally.