AN: I am so so soooooooooooooo sorry it has taken me literally over a year to do this. I was looking through my old stuff and started reading this to my fiancée and she liked it but was confused as to how it could end in three chapters… it didn't. But with another three chapters, it will! I will be uploading all three chapters here today and I really hope you enjoy! It took me time, but I thought it was good. Please review and tell me what you think! Just another story to end in the completed section! End AN
PC Watkins looked up at the two standing before him with a puzzled expression on his face. "A Consulting… a what?" he asked, brows pulled together. Sherlock rolled his eyes; he figured he would have to explain. The Doctor noticed Sherlock about to open his mouth and quickly covered it with his hand, instantly knowing the genius detective would end up insulting the poor PC.
"He's a bit of a freelance detective, see? Gets to go around helping anyone who wants it, even police, which is why we are here… so PC Watkins, those files?" he looked hopeful as a sour looked passed over Sherlock's face. Removing The Doctor's hand from his mouth Sherlock straightened his clothes, still wishing he had brought his coat with him. Watkins looked between the two strange men for another moment before moving from behind the desk and heading to grab the files they had wanted to see. Sherlock stood impatiently, looking around the dreary room. At least the squad room back New Scotland Yard was cleaner than this one.
After a few moments, Watkins walked back with the folders, holding it out to them. "I'll tell Inspector Abberline that you stopped by and ask him to give you a ring. Any number we can contact you on?" Sherlock ignored the PC as he snatched the folder, opening it and leafing through the paperwork and pictures. Clues flashed before his eyes as he scanned through everything, knowing that he would need a room and space to figure this all out… he was doing it the old fashioned way.
The Doctor watched the younger man for a moment before shaking his head a bit to bringing himself back to the conversation. "No, sorry to say, we haven't got a phone at the moment, bit of an accident with this one and a Bunsen burner that ended with half the room in flames…" if Sherlock had been paying attention to anything but the clues he would have heard the snide jab at his-self that the Doctor laid onto the man.
"Ah," Watkins nodded a bit, not quite understanding how that could have possibly taken out their telephone. "Well at least an address where we can send a telegram close by? I'm sure Inspector Abberline will want to get in contact with you somehow…" The Doctor nodded and started to write down something before he stopped himself, a playful smile crossing his face, before jotting down 221B Baker Street, London, England. He handed the paper to the PC before deftly dragging Sherlock out by the arm.
"Thanks for the help! We'll be sure to get back to you!" The Doctor pulled Sherlock along, the other man muttering under his breath a bit, as they entered into a pub close by to huddle in a corner.
"Any chance we can use that box of yours to hold up? I need room… and materials… it's going to be more difficult without my technology, but I can do this." Sherlock didn't even look up from his papers as he was shoved into the booth by the back, also ignoring the waiter who came to take their order.
"Wotcha havin' gents?" he asked in a thick cockney accent. Sherlock just kept shuffling papers. The Doctor smiled up at the young lad.
"Apologies for my associate, he doesn't talk to many people. Tea, if you could, for us both." The lad nodded and jotted it down before walking away. Sherlock looked up at the Time Lord for a moment before putting the papers down.
"So, your box?" The Doctor nodded at him for a moment.
"Yes, the TARDIS, we can use the library if you like, it's next to the pool… though I'll have to warn you, I have a feeling that this Jack The Ripper may not be human…" he fiddled with his shirt cuff, looking away from Sherlock, knowing the experience might be out of Sherlock's mental capabilities. The genius just rolled his eyes at the lighter haired brunette.
"It's obviously as alien as you are, seeing as otherwise, you wouldn't have come to make me one of your companions Doctor." The Doctor looked slightly shocked at Sherlock for a moment before he blinked comically, realization dawning on him.
"I never introduced myself… how did you know…" his statement was left an almost question, an inflection making the alien's voice rise as he stared curiously at the human. Sherlock scoffed as he leaned back in his seat, hands folding in front of him and pressing together to rest right beneath his nose.
"My brother is the British government, you think I wouldn't know all of England's dirty little secrets? I'm not daft Doctor, John Smith was a dead giveaway, you always use that name. And the fact that you have a time traveling inter-dimensional police box that you just drag people into was blaringly obvious. So, let's see, by the time it is in my time, the year, you must have already dealt with the Ponds, am I correct?" Sherlock was watching the other man carefully for his reactions, not needing real answers verbally to get the information he needed. "Ah, I see, they've already died then, or at least have been sent back in time. Technically, where we are now, they still haven't been born. Interesting… also River Song, you know who she really is. I suppose you haven't met the next one… though that shall come. I suppose this is your last ditch effort to try and help before you close yourself off to the world, hm?" Sherlock watched the dread and grief pass over the Time Lord's face as he mentioned the painful memories. Swallowing the lump in his throat, The Doctor was about to answer, when their waiter returned with their tea.
"Cream an' sugar gents?" Sherlock just reached over and took his cup, holding the warm ceramic in his hands. The Doctor shook his head a bit and the waiter left them to their tea.
