Um... Good evening :). It's time for Sherwho! Sorry for the lack of updates, I have found myself lacking in internet of late. But yes, we're back now, clearly. This one's kinda short, but it's more a filler chapter to carry the story along. We'll try and get the next one out soon though, promise :D. Also, thank you so much to all the reviewers, favouriters and alerters- you guys are brilliant :D.
"You see, John?" Sherlock said, thrusting the dresser drawer at John and indicating the message. "Someone wrote this, presumably a callback to a threat that had been made previously. This isn't just a random kidnapping. They were after her specifically."
"Why though, Sherlock? And who? I mean, I know accepting help isn't your... strongest point, but perhaps if it's someone... not from Earth, then you'll need The Doctor's help whether you like it or not." John's eyebrows were knitted together in confusion, his hands swinging by his sides; he was strugglilng to keep up, Sherlock could tell.
"It's somebody Mrs. Williams has had contact with in the past, that much is obvious. Someone she doesn't want her husband to know about. You see this? She painted over the message with nail varnish. But what I don't understand is the phone. Why leave it under her bed? It's safe to assume that isn't Mrs. Williams' doing. So why would the kidnapper leave behind a clue?"
"Maybe this kidnapper wants to be found."
"The thought had crossed my mind," Sherlock mumbled, examining the phone. It was password locked, easy enough to crack. But there was little point. There was nothing on it. No messages, no recorded conversations. Just a call history, and none of the numbers were saved, aside from one marked 'Rory'. And he was certain that Rory wasn't the culprit, although he had entertained the thought for all of ten seconds before dismissing it again. "I think it's time to share these findings with The Doctor. We should see what he's got to say on the matter."
"No need, Sherlock! Heard every word! Come back up here though, please. A face to face discussion would be better," came The Doctor's voice from nowhere.
Sherlock jumped up, rushing from the lab and through the winding corridors, John in tow.
He entered the control room, where Rory and The Doctor were waiting.
"Ah, Holmesmei-" The Doctor stopped with a small shake of the head from John. "Sherlock. So someone left a message for Amy to find and she decided to hide it from ol' Rory here, eh? Well, well, well, this is all very interesting."
"It's odd that the nail varnish was even there," said Rory. "It's her favorite. She would have taken it with her. God forbid she chip it..."
"You have enemies, Doctor?" Sherlock asked, completely ignoring Rory. "You said this had happened before. Is there anybody, anyone specific? I already know where we're going, of course, but I'd like to know what-or who- we're dealing with."
John looked at Sherlock in surprise. "You know where we're going?"
"Yes John, do keep up," Sherlock said in a long-suffering tone. "I've traced the ink from the message to its planet of origin. Quite simple really with the technology on board. I must commend you, by the way, Doctor. Very advanced."
A slow smile spread over The Doctor's face, until he was beaming at Sherlock.
"Brilliant. You've figured out the computer system here on board. Oh, I knew you were good."
"Yes," Sherlock stated impatiently. "Enemies?"
"Oh, lots. But none worthy of mention, no. There was an organisation called 'The Silence'- did I mention them? I'm sure I must have- but they've been dealt with."
Rory had been listening to this in thoughtful silence, but now he looked up and addressed The Doctor.
"He knows where Amy is? What are we waiting for then?"
"Wait, Rory. We can't just rush off."
"But Doctor, that's what you do. You rush off all over the place," said Rory.
"Yes Rory, but I have no idea where we're going, as of yet. It would be best if I actually knew."
"Tell him then, Sherlock!" said John.
"Nucon Nine," Sherlock said, in a loud, clear tone that seemed to reverberate around the room.
The Doctor looked surprised.
"Doctor? Do you know who and where it is?" asked Rory impatiently.
"Errm... No, actually, Rory. Sorry." The Doctor suddenly sprang into action and was tapping things into his screen. "Well, according to Sex- the TARDIS, it's in quadrant nine of the Mesuma galaxy."
"So what are we waiting for, Doctor?" said Rory.
Meanwhile, Sherlock had been standing in the corner, not offering any council, just waiting.
"If you're unfamiliar with these... people," John put in, "would it not be best to find out about them first? Know your enemy and all that."
"Nonsense, John," Sherlock smirked. "That's boring."
"John, I have to say that's the sensible route, but I'm not known for being sensible, you see."
" You can say that again," muttered Rory.
"Anyway, my best friend is in danger. No offence Rory, you're a close second. Nonetheless, I will not allow that fact to stay a fact. I am going to change it as quickly as possible, and I fully intend to now!"
And with a quick flourish, The Doctor set the TARDIS in motion.
"You should probably sit down, Sherlock," smirked John to himself, remembering Sherlock's fall earlier on.
"Yes, how are your cheekbones?" The Doctor asked absently. Sherlock barely suppressed his scowl.
"I think you'll find, Doctor, that John was being... funny" -he said the word with an air of distaste, like it was dirty- "when he said that." He cast a glance at John. "Or attempting to, in any case," he added.
"I thought it was rather amusing," The Doctor replied mildly. Then he suddenly grinned as the TARDIS landed with a thump. "We've landed!" he cried unnecessarily, leaping down the stairs and running to the door. He turned around. "Come on then, everyone, what are we waiting for?" He turned back around to the door to open it. "Oh and, Sherlock?"
"Yes?" Sherlock responded curtly.
"Stop looking so annoyed. As you said before, it was only a joke," he said with a wink to John.
Okay, so finished! No, not the story, silly reader. The chapter. God, get with it ;). So farewell until next time! Oh, and please, please, review- even if you hated it. Reviews get cookies and chocolate and milkshake and other nice treats, 'kay? Metaphorical treats, obviously, but still... Just review, yeah? :D.