A little body slithered out of the window and pounded onto the ground. It stalked through the dank alley way and into the streets of London. Toby was on a mission, a mission of mass destruction. Today was the day that Toby took charge and did what needed to be done. He was going to get revenge for the heartbreak that human had caused to his own. No human got away with hurting Molly Hooper and Toby was going to prove it the old fashioned cat way.

The walk there was tedious. To start off with, he didn't know where 221B Baker Street was, or how to get onto the tube. Nonetheless, Toby was determined to set the record straight. The first thing he did was talk to the local cats and find out how far away he was from Baker Street. He was on good terms with as many cats as possible in case of the situation where he must find his way somewhere. Today was a great opportunity to initiate the devious plan he was going to achieve.

When he reached the beating heart of London, Toby began to look for assistance in getting to 221B Baker Street. He happened to run into one of his friends. She was a sleek black cat who had large green eyes. All in all, Pompom was beautiful.

"Meow," he said as he approached her.

"Me-ow," Pompom replied. She wasn't a very nice cat, in all honesty. Her beauty extended as far as her skin and, from there, she was a bitter cat. Toby was friends with as many cats as possible. His main motivation for this was in case of incidents where he needed others. Today, getting to 221B Baker Street, was one of those incidents.

"Meow."

"Meow."

The conversation continued like that for a while until Pompom admitted that she had a friend on Baker Street who could show him the way to 221B and how to get into the flat. Toby was very relieved and followed Pompom over to Baker Street to find her friend, Horace.

Pompom and Toby ran to Baker Street, his paws beginning to tire. Toby knew, however, that his journey was only half over. Once he managed to get in, if he could, he had to get into Sherlock's room and rub himself over everything. Sherlock had an allergy to cats and Toby used this to his advantage whenever he could. He didn't approve of Molly's relationship with Sherlock and he hated how he treated Molly. Toby was going to stop Sherlock from this tomfoolery and leave this as a threat. Toby had a plan for Sherlock and it didn't end once he escaped 221B.

"Meow," Pompom said, telling Toby they were at Baker Street. She began to call out to Horace who arrived straight away from the shadows.

Horace was a big, fat, fluffy cat. His face was scrunched up and looked as though he was angry all the time. The fluffy white cat gave Toby the once over and looked at Pompom, demanding some form of explination.

"Meo-w," she explained, causing Horace to nod.

Horace turned around and Pompom ran off in opposite direction. Toby followed Horace to 221B and oh how they climbed. Toby wasn't sure Horace could pull it off but he did. They looked around until they found an open window and Toby sneaked in. He was so glad to see it was Sherlock's. It smelt like him and was neat like Toby imagined. He jumped up on the bed and rubbed his face all over the pillows before rolling over the bed. He clawed his way up a coat that was hanging up and it fell on the ground.

In all the excitement, he didn't realise the door had opened and there was a figure standing in the doorway.

"What the bloody hell?" the stranger said before scooping Toby up in his large hands. Uh oh, it was Sherlock.

Sherlock put Toby in a cat carrier and walked out onto Baker Street. The man got into a cab and drove away. The little cat was terrified. Where was he going? What was Sherlock going to do with him?

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Toby and Sherlock entered a large building and entered a white, sterile room. The cat smelt his human in here and he was put down on the ground. He meowed, trying to get Molly's attention.

"Is that a cat?" her voice called out from other side of the room. She came into Toby's view and he began to meow non-stop. "Sherlock, why do you have Toby?" she asked, looking at the man who had carried Toby here.

"He was in my room, rubbing himself over my possessions and ruining my favourite coat. Do you know why?" he accused, annoying Toby.

"N-no. What are you suggesting, Sherlock?" Molly asked, a small frown on her face and her eyebrows crinkled. The two points by her nose were pointed to her forehead, a sign of sadness, Toby thinks.

"Nothing at all. I'm sure he left your flat, walked about London, met some cats, climbed in through my window and decided to destroy the place.

Toby tried to explain that was what had happened by Sherlock took no notice.

"I'm sorry; I honestly don't know how he got in or why he's so far away from home." Molly picked up the cat cage and moved him to a more secluded and blocked off area while Sherlock continued to talk.

"Well, Molly, don't expect me to be looking after your cat again. One more time and he's going to the pound."

"Y-yes, Sherlock. I'm honestly, really sorry."

"I'm sure. This has happened too many times, Molly. I can't allow this to continue. John is allergic to cats, as you know, and if he comes into my room…" Sherlock trailed off and Toby cringed.

He was such an idiot. It was John with the allergy, not Sherlock! Sherlock was just upset that Toby had ruined his favourite coat. He hadn't helped the situation at all.

A/N: hey guys!

Sorry this is late, I already explained. I don't know if I'll have time to run and post the poll this week.

I don't think I'll be able to post for about a week and a bit. Of course, I'll try to write some more and maybe do a bit of a spam but we'll see. Also, I've got school holidays in a few weeks.

TL;DR: going on short hiatus (much shorter than Sherlock) and won't post for a bit. School holidays soon!