"Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective." Sherlock announced to the man calling himself 'The Doctor'. He seemed to have lost all surprise and was walking around the blue Police Box, trying to find some kind of mechanism, or projector. The Doctor picked up a small black wallet as he stepped out of his box, followed by a red-haired girl that looked about mid-twenties wearing a burgundy leather jacket and miniskirt odd choice for winter.
"Doctor, what's taking so long? You said you dropped it right out of the door! I do actually want to get to Rio at some point in my life." The girl asked sounding annoyed Scottish "Oh hello…Who's your friend, Doctor!"
"Amy, meet Sherlock Holmes! He's a detective!" The Doctor said with a big grin friendly.
The woman stuck her hand out "Amy Pond. Nice to meet you." Sherlock nodded, acknowledging her existence but not caring much. Amy seemed genuinely offended for a second and then concluded that he probably did this to everyone, he did look a bit mental after all. He walked all the way around the box and began looking inside the box trying to find out how both people had fit inside, it would be quite a tight squeeze and they didn't exactly seem like a couple. "She's called the TARDIS, Time and Relative Dimensions In Space. And yes it's bigger on the inside."
"A different dimension on the inside than the outside!" Sherlock exclaimed in sudden understanding.
"How do people keep figuring it out? That's always the most fun to explain!" The Doctor grumbled.
"I'm a genius; don't be surprised when I figure things out. People do that a lot and it really starts to get annoying after a time."
"I get that…so… do you need help or something? People normally do." The Doctor asked out of boredom mostly. He also didn't really want to go to Rio that much.
"Doctor! What about Rio! This bloke calls himself a genius and he looks like he's not one to get things like that wrong. Let's just assume he doesn't need help and get a move on!"
Before anyone could respond Sherlock got a call on his mobile. Sherlock took it out of his jacket pocket and answered it. "Why must you insist on calling me? You know I prefer to text." Pause "No, I assumed he was with you." Pause "Well did you call his mobile? Or Mrs. Hudson? He probably just went home. He was complaining about being nauseous earlier." Pause "Let me, you're never very good at these kinds of situations anyway." He hung up "Or any kind of situation for that matter." and began to write a text message:
Where are you? LeStrade is worried.
SH
He selected John Watson from his contacts and sent the message. "He should respond soon." Sherlock announced to no one in particular as he looked up and put the phone in his pocket.