Amy sat in the cab next to Rory across from the Doctor while Sherlock and John were outside talking to the woman Adam claimed was his mum, at least, that's what he told Molly. The detective was trying to find out where Adam might have gone. The Doctor had been quiet ever since he climbed in the cab at the hospital and that didn't sit well with her. When it came to the Doctor, quiet was always a bad sign.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Yes. Fine," he mumbled in that way that told her he wasn't really listening.

"Doctor," Amy demanded.

His eyes snapped to her.

"What?" he growled, irritated that she'd pulled him out of his thoughts.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I-"

"Don't give me that. I can see there's something wrong. What is it?" she asked, folding her arms and giving him her don't make me hide your bowties look.

He sighed.

"I was just thinking."

"About?"

"The cracks." She eyed him. "It's odd and not normal odd like winding up on a spaceship full of dinosaurs, but strange odd like tiny boxes falling from the sky with nothing inside. As if this was somehow planned."

"Planned? What do you mean? What was planned?"

"Four cracks. Well, more than four, but we'll say four because those are the only ones that seem to count. First James, then Rose, then Adam, then us. Two in one universe and two in another all leading to this place. This time, well general time. Why? And better yet who's behind it?"

"You think someone planned this?"

"Or something."

Something? What did he mean by that?

"But…I thought James was working on an experiment that went wrong."

"He very likely was, but was that what caused the cracks or was there another cause? If there's one thing I've learned it's that with this much coincidence there's usually someone…or something behind the curtain."

"Who could do that? Create cracks in two different universes that all led to the same place?" she asked.

"There are a few possibilities."

A few? It sounded nearly impossible to her.

"And they are?"

"For another time," he replied as the door opened.

John climbed in first, followed by Sherlock. Amy wanted to continue questioning the Doctor, but one look told her he didn't want to discuss his concerns in front of the other two.

"Where to now?" the Doctor asked.

"We have the address where she's being held," Sherlock replied.

They knew where Rose was?

"You got that from Adam's mother?

"No, that lead didn't pan out, but I sent Mycroft a message about her abduction before we arrived at the hospital. He searched all the cameras and followed the car's progress until it arrived at its destination."

His brother was able to search the camera footage that fast? The police weren't even that quick. The TARDIS was, but that was the TARDIS. She would've been quicker actually.

"We need a plan," the Doctor said.

"I already told you my plan," Sherlock replied.

The Doctor's face became grave.

"One that doesn't involve shooting Adam on sight."

Wait. What? That was Sherlock's plan? Then again, if Adam was responsible for killing all those women maybe that wasn't exactly bad, but the Doctor wouldn't go for it.

"It's the quickest way to get her out of there," the detective said.

"At least let me try to reason with him first," the Doctor replied.

"Do you have a gun?"

"I don't carry weapons."

"You want to go in there, unarmed, and reason with him?"

"Yes."

That was the worst idea Amy ever heard…and that was saying something because the Doctor had come up with some pretty mad ideas before.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Doctor," Amy insisted.

"It'll be fine," he replied, giving her his fake smile, the one that told her he had no idea what was going to happen, but he was telling her what she wanted to hear.

"Doctor," she tried.

"Come on, Pond. I know what I'm doing."

Translation, he had no idea what he was doing, but he was going to do it anyway. She sighed. There was no talking him out of it.

"It's your head," Sherlock shrugged. "I'll give you three minutes."

"Three?"

"And then John and I are coming in."

"What about us?" Amy asked.

"Are you armed?" Sherlock asked.

"No."

"Then you two can wait outside."

No, no way. They weren't going to have all the fun while she and Rory waited outside.

"Really? You want us to wait…outside?" Rory asked.

"But-" Amy began.

"Amelia," the Doctor warned.

"This once I think we ought to do what they want," her husband said.

She folded her arms, drawing her eyebrows together.

"Fine," she snapped, glaring out the window.


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