Sherlock and Watson were waiting for their visitors to announce who they were and why they were in their flat. There were four visitors, different in sizes and gender. Watson was more confused than Sherlock was but nothing much was new.
"Who are you?" Sherlock asked again.
The visitors didn't answer and just continued to stand there. Sherlock looked to Watson for guidance. One of the visitors got closer to Sherlock. Sherlock pushed Watson behind him.
"Don't you remember me Sherlock?" The visitor asked.
"Should I?" Sherlock asked nervously.
The visitor pointed out of the window. Both Sherlock and Watson looked to where she was pointing. A blue police box was standing outside. Watson remembered it from the picture Mycroft had shown them.
"It can't be." Sherlock said, turning back to the visitors.
"Hello Sherlock." The visitor said stepping into the light.
The woman was wearing a beige coat with a multi coloured top. She had blonde hair and a kind looking face. The other visitors also stepped into the light.
One of them was slightly older and the other two looked around the same age as the woman in front of them.
"You said you'd come back." Sherlock gasped.
"Ran out of time I guess." The woman said.
"You run out of time?!" Sherlock laughed.
Watson glared at him. He had no idea what Sherlock was going on about. He obviously knew the woman but Watson had never seen her before her in his life.
"Are you going to introduce me?" Watson asked.
"Of course. Watson this is…." Sherlock was cut off.
Sirens and blue lights turned up out of the window before Sherlock could say anything. Sherlock knew what this meant.
"You'd better go." Sherlock said to the visitors.
"I think we better had. Nice to meet you John." The woman smiled.
"But…" Watson started.
Before Watson could say anything, the visitors were out of the door and on the street. Police officers got out of their cars and made their way towards them.
There was a flash of green light and the police box was gone with their visitors in it. The police officers were left baffled and so was Watson. Watson could see Lestrade outside and beckoned him up.
"So are you going to tell me what is going on?" Watson asked Sherlock.
"Maybe later." Sherlock grinned.
"Is that important?"
"Yes it is." Sherlock grinned as Lestrade made his way up the stairs.
Lestrade arrived in front of them and turned on the other lights. Lestrade's grey hair shone as his face also glistened obviously from running up all the stairs they had apparently put in.
"So what was a police box doing outside your flat?" Lestrade managed to finally say.
"It was one of yours I'm guessing Inspector." Sherlock said smiling.
"We haven't used that in years!" Lestrade laughed.
"Well don't leave them lying about then!" Sherlock laughed back.
Lestrade turned to Watson for support. Watson just shrugged his shoulders; he didn't know what to say either. Lestrade then turned back to Sherlock for some more quizzing even though he didn't really know who was doing the quizzing.
"So you don't know anything about that thing?" Lestrade asked again.
"Nope. You can ask my brother if you don't believe me." Sherlock said.
"I won't. I don't really like your brother no offence." Lestrade said.
"Don't worry. We don't like him either." Sherlock smiled.
"Right. I'll leave you be then." Lestrade said, putting his hands together.
Watson watched Lestrade off and then turned back to Sherlock. He folded his arms and sat down on the nearest chair.
"So…" Watson said.
"Oh yeah. Well she's someone from my past you see." Sherlock said.
"Is that the person you were waiting for?" Watson replied.
"Yes she was. Well not exactly." Sherlock said.
"How do you mean 'not exactly'?" Watson asked, chuckling.
"She was a little different when I last saw her."
"How?"
"Another time I think." Sherlock said patting his friend on the back.
Watson accepted this answer. Sherlock was very secretive and at this time of night, he wouldn't say anything.
"Was that Lestrade?" Mrs Hudson's voice came up the stairs.
"Yes it was." Watson said back down.
"What did he want?" She asked.
"About that blue box outside. See if we knew anything about it." Sherlock replied.
"What blue box?"
"Never mind." Sherlock said down.
"Alright. Night boys."
Footsteps were heard as Mrs Hudson made her way off to bed. Sherlock started laughing. This was very odd as he didn't do it very often it meant that it was even creepier to see him do it.
"What's up with you?" Watson laughed.
"Just the last time I saw that woman my life was a lot different." Sherlock continued to laugh.
"So what's her name then?" Watson continued.
"Her name?" Sherlock said looking him in the eye.
"She must have a name Sherlock!" Watson said sternly.
"The Doctor." Sherlock finally answered.
"Doctor what?" Watson asked, surprised.
"That's it. Just the Doctor."
"She must have a second name."
"Nope. The Doctor."
Watson became more puzzled by the minute. A doctor without a name?! How much weirder could Sherlock's life get?!
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Mycroft was sitting in his office in the dead of night. He was waiting for someone to come in. He had his back turned to the door but could hear everything outside and inside the office.
A knock came at the door.
"Yes?" Mycroft said.
The door opened. Lestrade came into the room with a smirk on his face. Mycroft turned around to see his friend's face.
"Lestrade. How nice to see you." Mycroft smiled.
"You too Mycroft." Lestrade put on a fake smile.
"So what do we know?" Mycroft said leaning back in his chair.
"Sherlock still won't budge. He doesn't know anything about it."
"Do we believe him?"
"Not really."
Lestrade trusted Sherlock a lot more than Mycroft did. Lestrade would trust Sherlock with his life. Well for the most part.
Since Mycroft had told Lestrade and his team they had to look into the blue box, he felt like he had betrayed Sherlock a little. Sherlock had always been sort of nice to him at times but now it would be a lot different.
"Well keep an eye on it." Mycroft tried to finish the conversation.
"I'm sure we will do." Lestrade finished.
Before Lestrade could finish, a flash of lightning came outside the window. Both men turned round to see where it had come from. Thunder sounded soon after.
"What a storm!" Lestrade chuckled.
"Are you going to get home alright in this?" Mycroft asked him.
"I'm sure I will Mycroft." Lestrade nodded.
Mycroft nodded and Lestrade left back to his car. Mycroft stared out of the window. Thunder and lightning didn't bother him so he could stare at it for ages.
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Lestrade was trying to start his car. It wouldn't start up like it usually did so he could be stuck out there all night. Suddenly another flash of light came out of the blue. It wasn't like the lightning he had seen earlier, it had a hint of blue.
"What the…" Lestrade said getting out of his car to see what was going on.
He walked a little up Mycroft's drive. The blue light had now disappeared but there was nothing else there either. Before he knew it, he felt a knock to the back of his head.
"Ow." Lestrade exclaimed.
He put his hand up to his head. A little bit of red was on his hand when he brought it back. He felt a little faint and fell over onto the cold ground.
