The Doctor and the Detective

by Shipsinthenight13

Amy Rory and the Doctor all find themselves trapped in a seemingly regular parallel universe. The trio soon finds themselves within the company of one Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. The two teams must join forces without Sherlock finding out team TARDIS's secret. Will they be able to defeat the Angels? Will Amy and Rory make it back home in time? Find out now! (First Story, btw)

26. Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

The familiar sound of the TARDIS engine flooded my ears as I gripped Rory's hand. "Alright." The Doctor cheered, his eyes bright with a childish energy. "Who's ready to get rid of some weeping angels." None of us answered. "None of you our very fun." He wrinkled his nose. "Not very fun at all."

I rolled my eyes and squeezed Rory's hand tighter.

"So." John said, nearing us. "Seven months in 1891. Does that occur… a lot… with you three."

I laughed, "More or less."

"Right." John responded, glancing at his feet. He wasn't used to receiving a taciturn answer. Before I could elaborate the Doctor let out a small whoop and slammed down on an oddly shaped button.

"We've landed!" The he cheered. Sherlock sighed and pushed on the door and it swung open to a semi-familiar scene of John and Sherlock's flat. But something was out of place. In the center of the room stood a ruffled looking man with graying hair and a semi-vacant, semi-shocked expression on his face.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked, glaring at me. "What the hell was that? What the hell just happened. Sherlock, what the hell is going on?"

Sherlock gave a deep sigh. "Ah, you see, Gary-"

"It's Greg!" John called from inside the TARDIS.

"Right, Greg. Look, this isn't what it seems like."

John, Rory and the Doctor came out of the TARDIS, letting the door close behind them. 'Greg's' eyes grew wider.

"How did you all fit in there?" He asked.

Without responding, the Doctor walked up to Greg, pointing his sonic screwdriver in every which way and crinkling his nose. "Who are you?"

"My name is Greg Lestrade, from Scotland Yard. Sir, may I ask you what the hell is that thing?"

The Doctor's frown disappeared into his usual puppy smile. "Lestrade! Oh I know you from the… the… oh nevermind." He put his hand into Lestrade's and gave it a firm shake. "I'm the Doctor, nice to meet you. And the other two are my friends, Amy and Rory."

"Hi." I said, giving a little wave.

"But, the… the box. It just…" He waved his hands around, staring intently at the TARDIS. "... appeared. That's not usual is it?" He furrowed his eyebrows together and gave Sherlock a quizzical look.

"Lestrade…" John muttered, "This isn't what it seems."

"Really?" Lestrade scoffed, "How could you possibly explain this? I mean box literally just appeared in your flat. And five people popped out of it! Sherlock, if I don't get an explanation soon, I'm going to have to-"

"You know about all the kidnappings?" I cut in.

"Yeah?" He said, halting his ongoing monologue, "They're just random disappearances, not kidnappings.

I looked him, straight in the eye. "They're not random."