Chapter 11- Realisation

"Welcome to Torchwood 3.5!" announced Jack, flicking the lights on. It wasn't much, and felt extremely crowded with the five of them in the same room. The entrance was a cellar door in some dingy alley way, which lead down to the room they were currently standing in. There were three doors, one on each side of the room, which lead to a smaller room with a workbench, a kitchenette (complete with coffee table and couch), and a storage room. The Doctor rummaged around the storeroom, commenting on the various odds and ends that he found in there (Wow! I haven't seen one of these is ages! Where did you get something like this?) before taking up residence at the work bench and using some of the tools to mend his metal tube (Sonic screwdriver, he'd called it). Sherlock and Rory sat on the couch while John boiled the kettle. Jack came in soon after and leant up against the counter next to John, shamelessly hitting on the poor man. John, ever polite, just smiled and tried to ignore him, but Sherlock snapped and, grabbing John's wrist, dragged him out through the main room and up the stairs to the alley. John sat down on the curb and watched the detective pace for a moment, not daring to interrupt, until he saw Sherlock growing frustrated.

"Sherlock," he said. No reply. "Sherlock? Sherlock!". The detective's head snapped around.

"What?" he snarled testily. John remained silent a moment and Sherlock sighed. "What?" he said a little softer.

"What's wrong?" he asked, the concern clear in his voice.

"This case. I'm missing something. Something obvious. I just can't-" he sighed again and returned to his pacing.

"Well, why don't you talk me through the case? Go through all the facts from start to now and we'll see if we can't figure this thing out." Sherlock smiled to himself. This was exactly what he needed. No Doctors, no aliens, no distractions. Just him, John and the facts. He was silent a while as he collected his thoughts.

"Eighteen days ago, a piece of space junk falls out of the sky. I think we can presume it wasn't actually space junk, but our alien friend. He kills three people, then Moriarty recruits him, with some kind of offer or threat, and knowing him it's more likely the latter. He gets the creature to kill for him, and that's when Lestrade called me in to the case. About the same time, this Doctor and his friends arrive and Moriarty takes their TARDIS, which explains why there was such a delay between the first and second clues, he was obviously busy trying to open his new toy. We found the third victim alive," he paused with a frown, then continued. "Then there was the two clues in the newspaper. He doesn't like to repeat himself, but used the newspaper twice, meaning he must have known the Doctor was investigating him too and wanted to include him in the game. Then there was the book. He sent the book to us, and most likely sent one to the Doctor as well. I don't think he counted on the Doctor coming to us or solving his clue so quickly. He meant for us to find a body when we got there, and use the distraction to take Amy". He paused again thoughtfully.

"Well, we know he wants Amy to use against the Doctor. But what about the third victim? Why keep him alive, if he's killed all the others?"

"Why indeed. I think there's more he didn't tell us. Perhaps another visit will jog his memory. Come along John," with a swish of his coat (always so dramatic, thought John) he walked towards the street. John stood and made to follow Sherlock, but some instinct made him turn around. The alley way was empty, save for a few cats poking through the garbage. Still, he had the strangest feeling that somebody was watching him, and he doubted it was the cats. He looked up at the roofs, but they too were devoid of life. He shrugged and jogged after Sherlock, silently wondering if maybe Mycroft had upgraded from security cameras to invisible men.

Hey all

Short chapter, I know, but I felt bad for not posting in a while. Long chapter coming up to make up for it =)

~PBP