A/N: Sorry about the delay in uploading, I've been sick, which means I've got plenty of time for writing, but I haven't been able to drag myself to the computer to upload it. I've got Chapter 3 written, so that should be up soon, but I've got school, so there'll be a while between chapters after that. Anyway, on to the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the TARDIS, 221B Baker St, etc.. I wish!
Sherlock was lying on the couch in 221B Baker St when K-9 rolled in and shot the eye of the yellow smiley face drawn on the wall. Sherlock calmly turned around and looked at him. "K-9. Hat's quite an impressive laser you've got there." John rushed down the stairs and looked at Sherlock. "You're not shooting the wall again, are you? We've got a case!" "John. We've also got a visitor." Sherlock gestured down. "It's…. a robot dog." "Indeed I am." "A talking robot dog." "With quite an impressive laser beam too, from what I've seen." "A talking, armed robot dog…. called K-9 apparently. Ha! That's funny." Both Sherlock and K-9 looked at him blankly. "K-9… canine… he's a robot dog… no? Should have known you wouldn't get it." There was an awkward silence. "Anyway, why are you here? I don't mean to sound rude, but, well, I didn't really expect any kind of dog, let alone a robot one, to turn up today." John asked. "I met him earlier today, I assume he was curious." Sherlock replied. "Indeed. I was intrigued by your case. Would you tell me the details?" "The case? But…. of course, no one thought to look down. I'm sure that comes in useful to you. I would presume you heard most of it anyway." "I did, but have you learnt anything since then?" K-9 asked. "No. Lestrade is now tracking down the divorcée." "Alright then. Do you have a place where I may power down? I'm running rather low." "Ah, of course." John piped up. "Use my bedroom." "Would you kindly assist me up the stairs?" "You mean carry you? Alright then." John said, and disappeared up the stairs carrying K-9.
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The Doctor was getting rather worried about K-9. It had been almost a whole day, and he still hadn't come back. Usually he would have reported back by now, or at least sent a message to the TARDIS. Maybe he'd offended him this morning. He had been known to go missing for days on end when he felt he hadn't been dealt the correct amount of respect. However, he was still worried about him. "Oh well," he sighed. "Not much I can do about it.".
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K-9 powered up the next morning to the sound of the three men, Sherlock, John and Lestrade talking, as well as another unidentified female voice. He trundled to the top of the stairs to hear what was being said. "Mrs. Lance," Lestrade was saying. "We need to know if your husband had made any enemies. At work, at home, anything." "The divorce papers have gone through. He's no longer my husband. And I have taken back my maiden name. I'm now Ms. Garry, thank you." she snapped. "I'm sorry, Ms. Garry, but we still need to know if he had any enemies that you know of." "I don't know of any enemies of his. However. He does have a girlfriend. Barely a month we've been divorced, and already he's moved in with another woman! What has he done this time, anyway?" Lestrade glanced at Sherlock. Sherlock nodded. Both he and John had been silent throughout this whole exchange. "Robert Lance is dead, Ms. Garry." Lestrade stated. "What…. dead? How did he die? He always seemed so…. indestructible, I guess." "We have reason to believe he was murdered." "Well, that's putting it mildly." John muttered under his breath. "Murdered? Who murdered him? And who are these people anyway?" She seemed to have gotten over her shock. "This is Dr. John Watson, and this is Mr. Sherlock Holmes. They're assisting us in our investigation." Sherlock dutifully kept quiet. "Well, I would suggest you question his girlfriend. She seemed the murdering type to me." "When did you find out about this girlfriend?" Lestrade asked. "Do you know her name, or anything else we could use to find her?" John added. "I only found out about her the other day, but it seemed like they'd known each other for a long time. I heard Robert calling her Felicity before I punched him and she ran out, but I have no idea what her last name is, and I don't want to know." "Ok, thank you very much, Ms. Garry. Do you want me to drive you home?" Lestrade suggested. "No, I can get home myself." she replied. And she stalked out the door, leaving Lestrade and John looking vaguely befuddled and Sherlock looking triumphant.
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Lestrade turned around to look at John and Sherlock just as K-9 shot the wall at the bottom of the stairs. John and Lestrade both jumped, and Sherlock calmly turned around. "Ah, K-9. I presume you want to be brought down? John, would you be so kind as to assist K-9 down the stairs?" John got up and started climbing the stairs. Lestrade stared. "What… the fucking… hell?" "I object to being referred to in such a manner." K-9 chirped from John's arms. "Sherlock…. what's going on here?" "Lestrade, this is K-9. I suggest you be civil to him, as he may assist in the investigation." "Lestrade, John, Sherlock. I heard you talking to the divorcèe. However, I need to report back to the Doctor, he'll be worried about me. I will be back though." "The eccentric you travel with? I'd quite like to meet him." "Goodbye." K-9 called back as he trundled through the door. Suddenly he stopped and turned around. "John, would you please carry me down the steps?" John sighed and went over to carry him down.