Gradually the world stopped spinning and came into focus. Watson looked over, and was immensely relieved to see that Holmes was still with him. He was slightly less relieved, however, when he noticed the look on the other man's face.

Watson looked around him. There were people everywhere, and all dressed in some of the most outlandish clothes he had ever seen. Some of them, in fact, were only half dressed!

Someone grabbed his arm and kissed him on the cheek. "Hey baby." The woman said, her voice soft, and low, and-

That was Lestrade's wife. Watson shook his head to clear it. What the devil-?

She was maneuvering him through the crowd, and unbuttoning his coat as she did so. When he would have protested, she simply slapped his hand away lightly and untied his tie. "You stick out like a sore thumb. Now quite fidgeting."

It was then that Watson realized that the woman's shoulders were bare, and that her dress didn't quite reach her knees. He found himself looking away as she insisted on removing his vest, and hoped she hadn't noticed that he was blushing.

She finally stopped undressing him, and stuffed his clothes in some large, odd looking bin. "There, now we have a chance of getting you out of here without being caught.

"Holmes." Watson finally remembered. Elisabeth grinned at him and winked.

"Giles is with him. They'll be with us shortly, if all goes well."

"Where are we? Look at all these people" Watson asked, peering around. It was a better alternative to staring at Inspector Lestrade's wife. The neckline of the sleeveless dress she was wearing was really-

"It's called a shopping mall. People come here to 'hang out,' as the kids call it." Elisabeth explained. "As to when, which is what you really want to know, it's the year 2010."

Watson stared at the woman. "What?"

"2010. May of 2010, to be precise. We're in the future."

"I see." Watson managed. An odd ringing sound startled him.

Elisabeth pulled a strange metallic object from her handbag. "Hello?" She said, holding it up to her ear. "All right, we're on our way." She put the object away and turned to Watson. "We've got to go. Quickly. Someone's on to the others."

She led the way through the shopping mall as if she had been doing as much all her life. They reached the doors without incident, but as they stepped outside, someone shouted after them.

Elisabeth swore. Watson was appalled. The woman grabbed him by the wrist and started running.

Watson stared at the large black object that came roaring up in front of them, but Elisabeth didn't hesitate. She raced up to it, opened the door, and shoved the doctor inside. Then she slammed it and pulled open the front door so she could slip up front with her husband. A loud roaring sound made Watson jump, and the huge black box was moving far too quickly for the doctor's comfort.

Holmes was in the back seat as well, looking, well, odd.

"You have something on your cheek." Holmes said, motioning to where Elisabeth had kissed him. He felt his face growing hot all over again as Lestrade raised an eyebrow and turned to look at his wife.

"Have you been kissing strange men again?" He asked. His wife smiled.

"Were you and Sherlock holding hands?" She retorted. In the back, Holmes colored.

"He hugged me!" Holmes hissed at Watson, who was trying to get lipstick off his cheek.

"We're being followed. Wonderful." Lestrade complained.

"Can you go any faster?" Elisabeth asked.

"I'm going 50. In town. I'm breaking the law, and I nearly just ran over a boy scout helping an old lady across the street."

"They're on to you, you see." Elisabeth explained to Holmes and Watson. "We had an advantage. They were expecting you, and got us instead. This time they got what they were looking for."

"Who?" Holmes asked. "Why? Where are we?"

"In the future." Lestrade answered, as he swerved around another large box, this one blue instead of black like the one they were in.

"The future?" Holmes repeated incredulously.

Lestrade nodded. "We were brought here by some rich billionaire who's trying to take over the world. Why they thought you two would be any help in that area is beyond me." He added as he left the city behind and increased their already alarming speed.

"But now you're here." Elisabeth told Holmes. "So we can get back home."

Lestrade nodded. "All you have to do is logic us back home by explaining why time travel is impossible, Sherlock."

Holmes' eyebrows were threatening to lift right off his forehead. "Do you think that will work?"

Lestrade was sure it would. "If a man can invent the improbability drive by punching in how improbable it is that something like that would work and then adding a cup of tea, then this will work with no problem."

Holmes and Watson looked at each other. "What?" They asked.

Elisabeth rolled her eyes. "Have you been reading that rubbish again?" She demanded.

"I had to do something while you were discovering the shopping mall." Lestrade retorted.

"Did you ever figure out those-what did you call them? - video games?" His wife asked curiously.

"No. I blew myself up with an explosive device of some sort, and guts flew all over the television screen. It was disgusting." Lestrade cleared his throat. "At any rate, would you mind, Sherlock?"

Holmes shook his head. "Well you see, time travel, while an interesting theory, is impossible, because if you traveled back in time to do something, then in the past it would have already have been done, which would mean that you wouldn't know to go back in time and so then it wouldn't be done. And then of course there's the idea that you couldn't exist in the past without changing it even if it were possible, which would completely jeopardize the future."

There was a loud crash, and everything went black.

Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys at Scotland Yard do not belong to me.