On their way to Sherlock and John's flat, the Doctor and Rose whispered.
"Why do you think John got upset with Sherlock?" 9 said.
"I don't know. They seemed angry at eachother,"
"Yeah. Why are we whispering? Neither of them are in the car with us," The Doctor was confused.
"I don't actually know," Rose spoke in a normal tone.
They both broke out laughing.
The chauffeur interrupted, "Excuse me, but you have arrived at your destination." He smiled and then 9 and Rose hopped out of the car.
"Thank you. How much-"
"None, thank you. After all, you are with Sherlock Holmes." He pulls away, after the cab in front of them.
"Please, come in. Although Sherlock isn't very fond of you two coming into our home, he is going to deal." John said, while he held the door for the two.
"Thank you," They both said in unison. Rose giggled, 9 laughed.
John muttered, "What's up with them and laughing?" under his breath.
All four of them went up into John and Sherlock's apartment. "Tea?" Mrs. Hudson appeared with a tray of tea and crumpets.
"Could you make me a pot of my special tea?" Sherlock said, looking over his shoulder at Mrs. Hudson.
"Yes, but only this once. You know that I'm only your landlady, not your mother or servant." She rushed off to the kitchen.
"We know, you don't have to remind us. Could you also bring out the wine?" John asked in the direction of the kitchen.
"Oh alright, but I won't do it again."