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"Alright, Sherlock. You promised Mrs. Hudson you would come back to her flat and you promised Mycroft that you would visit him in switzerland this weekend. You need to get out of the Tardis." The Doctor sighed. Sherlock stood in the doorway, his hands holding the top corners of the frame.

He was tall. I smiled as the Doctor tried to reason with Sherlock. I could tell from his body langueage that Sherlock was giving up. I smiled and ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, causing him to have to step out of the Tardis. I put my chin on his shoulder.

"Go on. Have fun. I'm sure there are some cases waiting for you." I said. He turned slightly to look at me and I saw him smile.

"Nothing could be as interesting as this." He said.

"Just don't get yourself killed." I stepped back onto the Tardis and he spun around, still smiling, highly amused.

"Same to you." He mumbled then held his hand up in a mock salute as the Doctor leaned around me, smiling and closed the door.

"Come on. We have business." He said turning and walking up to the console.

"Really? What is it? Intergalactic warfare? Oh! Or we get to go to the birth of a planet!" I guessed, excitement filling me up.

"Actually there is some debri we need to track down. The Tardis locked onto it about an hour ago." He started flipping switches and turning dials, stareing at a small screen. The Tardis rocked to the side, throwing me to the ground. I grabbed the rails and made my way to the console. I stood up and he stood behind me, his arms around me protectively as the Tardis shook violently. He works the mechanisms of the Tardis as I held the screen in front of us, calculating where it was going to the best of my ability.

I sat in 221B and waited for the text. Lestrade knew I was back and I knew why Doctor had set me down here. There was a murder that I needed to solve. I had to do it fast anyway. Mycroft wanted to see me for a weekend that was only a few days away.

Of course, Mrs. Hudson had been delighted to see me. I was kind but I was horribly bored. After running with the Doctor one gets bored with everyday life.

Be there soon. Been
a murder. Will explain once
there.
Lestrade.

I sighed. Should be interesting.

As we walked around the platform of the ship I wondered what Sherlock was doing and if he missed me as much as I missed him. The Doctor walked next to me, us hand in hand, like old times. He wals looking around and every second and a half he would gasp out in awe and explain something about the ship that enthralled him. It was so interesting. I was just enjoying walking with him and hearing him talk, even if I couldn't understand a thing he was saying.

He suddenly pulled me to a stop. I looked up into his now serious face," That's not right..."

"What's not right?" I asked quietly.

"That." He pointed up and I gasped.

Getting close to the end my pretties. Going to miss this story.