Chapter Seventy Eight

I don't really know how it happened. All I remember is that I broke into Amtrak.

Someone – Charlie, I think – discovered that Moriarty had created a company called Amtrak. It was a ruse that allowed them to ship certain things into the country – ingredients for spells, weapons, the like.

Charlie – or whoever – had figured out that they had shipped something big, something that we all thought would boost their power in the war. Which is saying something, because for now, with our side disbanded, they had practically won.

We all agreed to regroup after I broke into Amtrak.

The Doctor still wasn't back, but we had found new weapons and new soldiers, and we were ready.

We just had to see what Moriarty had shipped in.

...

I was the only one who was breaking in. Everyone else would communicate with me from their home bases.

I went in through the air ducts, of course. To tell you the truth, I kind of always wanted to break into a building via air ducts. Well, I can cross this off my bucket list.

I took me awhile – like four hours – but I finally found the right room.

But do you know how easy it is to get lost in air ducts? Even if you have a map?

...

When I finally found the room, it turned out that the box was in the safe.

I put down my laptop (yes, I brought it with me), and set it up.

The screen was split in four. Slowly, the pictures came in focus.

"Hello," Sherlock said. He and John had joined Lestrade at Scotland Yard, which is where they were viewing this from.

On another screen were the Avengers, viewing from Tony's tower.

Dean, Sam, and Cas viewed from another screen, back in the bunker.

In the last square was Harry.

The Doctor wasn't there because he was still busy.

"Hey," I said. "Any of you know how to blow open a safe?"

"You're not a witch, so you can't use the Alohomora spell," Harry said.

"How about you, Sherlock?" John asked.

Everyone was waiting, expectant.

"Contrary to everyone's beliefs, I don't know everything," Sherlock said.

"Wait, could you repeat that?" Dean asked. "Just let me get out a tape recorder…"

Sherlock glared at his screen.

"Don't worry, Dean, I'm taping this entire conversation," Tony said.

Everyone but Sherlock started laughing.

"Hey!" I said. "HEY!"

Everyone stopped. "Guys, as funny as that is, do remember that I just broke into the enemy's HQ. Can we please focus for now?"

Everyone got quiet, and nodded.

I took a deep breath. "Alright. Anyone have any ideas?"

Everyone remained quiet.

"Really?" I asked. "None of you have any ideas?"

Dean spoke up, "I don't think that you can crack that safe open."

"Gee, thanks," I said sarcastically.

"Hey, you didn't let me finish!" He protested. "Couldn't you do the astral project thingy to at least see what was in there?" Everyone was quiet. I could've smacked myself for not thinking about doing that in the first place.

"Why are you all acting so surprised?" Dean asked.

"Because it's a good idea," Sherlock said.

"Well, thanks for the boost of confidence," Dean said sarcastically.

"Hey, guys," I said, before things got out of hand. "That's a really good idea, but I don't know if it will work,"

"Why not?" Harry asked.

"Well, to astral project successfully, I need to be in a safe place. That's why, most of the time, I would astral project in the Tardis. I don't know if it will work here, but I'll try," I said.

I closed my eyes, and tried to relax. After about five minutes, nothing happened. Which is saying something, because sometimes it only takes me ten seconds.

I opened my eyes. "I'm sorry guys, but it didn't work."

"Try one more time," Sam encouraged.

I closed my eyes again. And right as I started floating away, the sounds of alarms snapped my soul back to the present.

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Alright everyone, here's the next chapter. So yeah, it took me awhile, and I'm so so sorry about that. It wasn't that I was depressed either, it was that I had no idea how to write this chapter. I rewrote it over five times. Thank you for the support, and thanks to the guest who popped in and reminded me. If I don't post something for over a week, you flood my PM box with messages. I'm serious, I will not drop this fanfic. I kind of feel like my writing is going downhill, so please help on that. Oh, and since it's a three day weekend, what with President's Day and all, I should be posting much more.