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"Moriarty? You mean that dickhead who tried to blow up John!?" Samie asked. "Yes, that's the one." John's smile faltered.

"Indeed. The last time he was involved with kidnapping, I was practically arrested." Sherlock pointed out.

"No, Sherlock. I think kids just don't like you." John chuckled. "Whoa, wait... why do you say that?" Samie wondered. "Every time he goes near a child, they scream their head off or kick him in the shin." John replied.

"It's not fair. The little one had steel toed boots." Sherlock grumbled in defense. Samie couldn't help but chuckle, snorting in a failed attempt to hold it in.

Sherlock side glanced and smirked. "Just watch. You'll get a few bruises from the little pups."

"Doubtful." Samie grinned. "Why so confident?" John asked. "Well unlike you two, kids actually somewhat like me." Samie replied.

"Right. Can you lot do what you do and solve this already!?" snapped Anderson, who was standing right behind them.

"Oh, and as if you're doing something!" barked Samie, not even bothering to turn her head. Anderson grumbled an apology to someone next to him and shuffled his greasy self away to go die in a hole... (Just kidding! heheh)

Anderson did apologize to someone next to him though...

"Ah, it's quite alright. I can take it from here." a familiar voice said from besides Anderson. Samie turned on her heel, wide eyed.

Standing in front of her, was a tall, slender man whom was wearing red converse tenni-shoes, a long jacket, and had deep brown eyes.

" 'ello Samie girl, miss me?" the man beamed like the Cheshire cat. "D-doctor!?" Samie stammered in surprise. "Course. Who else would have such great hair?" the Doctor wondered rhetorically.

"Uh, am I missing something?" John looked from the Doctor to Samie. "Yes, sorry. John Watson, Sherlock Holmes... This is The Doctor." Samie introduced her friends.

"So, you're a doctor?" John shook the Doctor's hand. "Not a doctor, the Doctor." the Doctor corrected. "Doctor who?" Sherlock didn't move as the Doctor's hand was offered.

"Just the Doctor." Samie broke the intense silence. The Doctor and Sherlock were staring daggers at each other. "What are you doing here?" Samie pulled the Doctor away from the others.

"Does there have to be a reason for me to visit my companion?" the Doctor questioned. Samie raised an eyebrow. "Right, okay. You caught me." the Doctor held up his hands. "I'm here to see if you're ready to come back."

"Come back?" Samie frowned. "Yes, hopefully your foolish choice to stay her has cooled you off." the Doctor said, obviously not thinking before speaking. "Oh no, you don't understand. When I said 'I'm not traveling with you again' I mean I'M NOT TRAVELING WITH YOU. AGAIN!" Samie raised her voice a little louder than she had meant.

Now, John, Sherlock, and the rest of the task force were staring at her and the Doctor. "Right... I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry..." the Doctor's beautiful eyes flooded with disappointment and defiance.

He turned and trudged away, sticking his hands in his pockets doing so.

Samie's face contorted in realization. What had she done? She'd never been able to yell at the Doctor. She had been cross once or twice, but she never yelled at him.

"Sam." John set his hand on Samie's shoulder. "I think we should take this one... You go home and get some rest." Samie nodded and headed back to Baker St.