The door to the blue box opened and out came a tall, gangly man. His long, rectangular face smashed into the window with a loud thud and his head snapped back, hair flying wildly about. Sherlock sighed once again and stood up from his chair. He wrapped his long coat tightly around his body and swiftly tied on his scarf around his long neck. Freddy chugged down the rest of her coffee and waved goodbye to the woman behind the counter. Much to her annoyance, the door almost shut on her once again, so she shot her hand out to stop it. Freddy followed him out of the coffee shop and hid behind him as he greeted the strange man. She stared at the blue box wide eyed, trying to figure out how it just appeared out of thin air.

"And who might this be?" the odd man asked. He grabbed Freddy by the shoulders when Sherlock stepped aside. "Hello!" She flinched when he leaned in and planted two wet ones on each side of her cheek.

"Fredward, but please call me Freddy," she said, her nose wrinkling as she wiped at her cheeks. "Who are you?" she asked her eyes darting between the blue box and the strange man.

"The Doctor! Just the Doctor!" he answered with a goofy grin on his face. "I'm a Time Lord from Gallifrey. You probably haven't heard of my kind," his expression turned sullen for a moment, "this being an alternate universe and all." He straightened his red bow tie as he turned back to Sherlock. "So," he started as he rubbed his hands together, "what are we looking at this time?"

"Moriarty has kidnapped her family. They call themselves the Avengers. The only safe place we could head to right now is her home," Sherlock replied, nodding towards Freddy. The Doctor's grin turned into a frown and his eyes darkened as he glanced her way. "Doctor, we need to stop him as soon as we can. He's done enough damage in my universe—he can't be let loose on this one, too."

"Yes, of course," the Doctor said with a nod, making his floppy hair bounce. "Maybe we should first discuss a couple of things inside," he pointed to the door of the coffee shop, " It's best we speak in a bit more private place."

Freddy agreed, glancing at the Doctor's cramped-looking mode of transportation and followed the two men back inside.

The three of them quietly discussed Moriarty's past, including his involvement with Sherlock. Freddy knew much of it from the books and movies, but there were some substantial differences and new stories that were told. They talked about his ever growing criminal empire in Sherlock's universe and how he could easily gain one here. He has enormous power and influence. He made a name for himself through his crimes in many universes. Sherlock has been following him, in an effort to bring him down once and for all, but each time he got close to doing so, Moriarty would slip from his hands. When Freddy tried to bring up the subject of Sherlock's infamous friend, John Watson, the Doctor gave her a look that told her it was off limits. They ended their discussion with Moriarty's very few weaknesses, if you could actually consider them to be weaknesses.

"Well then, an Avenger in training and the greatest detective to ever live as my companions, this is new!" The grin returned to the Doctor's face as he placed a hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "Ready to investigate?" His new companions nodded in return so he turned around and opened the door of the blue box. Freddy raised her eyebrows in confusion. She could tell it was some form of transport, like the Bifrost, but wouldn't it be too crowded for the three of them?

"You know, we could just take a taxi back to the mansion," Freddy began, but the Doctor interrupted her by putting a finger to her lips.

"No need! This is much faster!" he hopped inside the box with Sherlock right at his heels. Freddy sighed and followed them inside. The moment she step foot into the box, Freddy let out an ear-splitting screech.

"What the hell? It's bigger on the inside!" She ran outside and gave it a quick study before rushing back inside. She shook her head as she tried to put her mind around the idea. "How does it do that?" She waited impatiently for the Doctor to answer her as he pressed some random buttons and pulled levers on the control panel.

"The T.A.R.D.I.S.—it stands for time and relative dimension in space. Oh it's too complicated for your little head," Sherlock said before the Doctor could reply. Freddy glared at the detective until an odd wheezing noise filled the air. Her instincts took over and she reached inside her coat to grab her staff when the Doctor ran over to her.

"No! No guns! No weapons! Not while I'm around!" he fussed. Freddy took her hand out of her coat slowly so she won't startle the Doctor.

She calmly told him, "Don't worry, Doctor, I wasn't reaching for a gun anyways."

"Good, good," he said, straightening his ridiculous bow-tie.

Just as she started to relax the controls violently burst with sparks and smoke. A ringing bell noise replaced the wheezing causing the Doctor to rush about the room pointing his sonic screwdriver at everything. Sherlock and Freddy held on to the railings for dear life as the room around them shook even more forcefully than before. The loud ringing noise started to fade as the large room around them started to disappear. The Doctor, Freddy, and Sherlock were thrown to the ground with one last jerk from the fading TARDIS. All three of them let out a moan of pain, but that was nothing compared to what monstrosity they would see next. Sherlock and the Doctor noticed the floor beneath them had turned from clear glass to a cool gray surface, nothing like the streets of New York. Freddy was the first to look at their new surroundings. They were in a gray room lit only by a dim light hanging from the ceiling. Her breathing hitched as she took in the sight of a man in a suit, smiling sinisterly at her.

Freddy could feel the two people beside her tense up, so she stole a quick glance at both of them. The Doctor's face remained stoic, but Freddy saw his jaw clench for a second before she turned to look at Sherlock. The detective's eyes appeared to have darkened, literally darkened into pools of black. She let out a gasp, but turned back to the man when he let out a harsh chuckle. He had stepped closer to the trio and his smile lingered on his snake-like face. Sherlock hauled himself off the floor and brushed himself off, still glaring at the man.

"Hello!" he greeted, wiggling his fingers in the air when he raised his hand out of his pocket.

"Freddy," the Doctor whispered when he stood up. "Get behind me." Several thoughts ran through the girl's head all at once. They're in a secluded, and oddly familiar, room with no windows and the only way to escape was through a door on the other side of the room, behind the man. Both the Doctor and Sherlock are tense; now the Doctor wants to keep her out of the way of this man. Sherlock seems to be a more offensive stance. Freddy realized this man, who radiated both endless power and confidence, is James Moriarty.