A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner. My muse went on a vacation and has only started to come back. Anyway tell me what you think at the end of the chapter!

Rose woke up with a pounding headache, she sat up with a groan. Upon opening her eyes she immediately wished she hadn't. The area around her was trashed, walls were crumbling, derbies littered the floors and cockroaches scurried around her. She squeaked and scrambled to her feet.

"Don't like bugs then?" A male voice said amusement coloring his tone.

Rose looked up to see a short man in a suit. His hair was thinning and he had a slight beard. "Who the hell are you?" Rose asked immediately her Torchwood training coming to the forefront of her mind.

The man smirked. "The names Crowley, you must be Rose." He said his eyes scanning her body.

Rose clenched her fists "Where am I!" she snarled, "Don't think you can get away with kidnapping a Torchwood operative, they will be here any minute. "

Crowley laughed, oh how he loved feisty humans! They made everything so much more interesting! "Oh my dear, Torchwood wont save you. You don't even need to be saved! As for where you are." He lets out a chuckle. "From what intelligence has been able to gather on you you are a time traveler figure that bit out for yourself."

Rose blinked as her vision began to swim a soft singing invaded her mind and she fell to her knees. "What the hell have you done to me?" She said through gritted teeth.

"Me?" he asked "Nothing I assure you, your mother was very specific in her deal. You were not to be harmed."

"Deal?" Rose croaked her throat suddenly feeling extremely dry.

"Yes deal love. Your mother made a demon deal for you to come here. And what a deal it has turned out to be. Good investment I think"

"Demon?" she looked up at Crowley skeptically.

"Yes demon. I don't have time for the whole the truth is out there. That's Moose and Squirrels job."

By this time the singing in Rose's head had intensified, she was confused, he...this man... Crowley was confusing her. Rose let out a scream and gave in to the blackness that engulfed her senses.

Crowley blinked as the girl fell. "Well." he said with a smile. "That was rude." with that Crowley turned and left the dilapidated building.

Green blue eyes stared through wild long curls at the older man exiting the building. He stuck to the shadows and watched the older man get into a car, a rather expensive Bentley by the looks of it, he growled.

"Crowley." The man said and watched the older man drive off. This was it Crowley was one of the last three men in Moriarty's web. Sherlock Holmes ran a hand through his dirty hair, patience was not something he really ever had, but in cases like these...no simply in this case...simply for the people he had left behind. Those three people and the most important one of all. Sherlock pushed off the building he had been leaning on. Today was not the day. He would have to wait a bit longer, he was so close. Sherlock smirked to himself a month more and he could return.

Sherlock walked away from the building as he was about to turn a corner he heard a small groan of pain and someone hit the pavement. He turned around and there on the road breathing heavily was a girl. Sherlock walked over to her leaning down to her level he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Miss are you okay?" He asked in an american accent. The girl struggled to get on her knees.

"No." She groaned and placed a hand on her head. "I think that man did something to my head." she gripped her hair and pulled slightly her face controting in pain.

"Man?" He asked slipping back into his normal accent realizing the girl had a cockney accent.

"Crowley." she said and stumbled to her feet she walked a few yards away from him the whole while muttering. Quite suddenly the girl fell to her knees her arms falling to her sides, her head lulled back and she screamed "DOCTOR!"

Sherlock rushed to catch the girl before she fell face first to the pavement once again. He just bearly managed to catch her and nearly dropped her again. She was burning up, Sherlock swore to himself and picked the girl up situating her better in his arms he opened his cell phone.

It rang a few times before Sherlock got the desired person to answer. "Mycroft, yes I need a favor."

A/N2: Yes yes I know I didnt type Rose like she would have been speaking, or Crowley or Sherlock. I tried and it just wasnt working out so I figured its probably best not to insult the characters or actors by typing what I dont know how to do. So yeah. Please review!