Homeless network

Sherlock was in a small meeting room, putting up photos and notes from Clive's binders on the whiteboard. Once he had finished sometime around three o clocks, Sherlock had spent hours staring at the whiteboard with all the Doctor file's and photo's on it. From what he could gather from the notes Clive had on the Doctor, he seemed to be one man who could change his entire appearance. Or the Doctor was a name passed from father to son. However there was never a photo of two different Doctors in the same picture. In some of the pictures the Doctor would be older than younger, but the time line was all messed up. In some pictures where the Doctor visited more recent events in history he was older, but when he was in later historical events like in early Nazi Germany he was younger with a red bowtie. Every picture seemed to have the Doctor and a Blue Police Box as a constant. The time line the pictures were put in, they made no sense. Each Doctor seemed to visit different parts of the world at different times. Mostly historical points in time, like the Titanic setting off to sail, or American President Kennedy's murder? To Sherlock the key to this investigation was finding the Doctor, and in order to do that he needed to find the blue box that was in the background of every picture.

Lestrade was over at his desk on the computer trying to come up with a different lead than the one they had. For some reason Lestrade didn't like that the other officers were talking behind his back, thinking he was crazy to have Sherlock help him with his cases. Sherlock stood up, and grabbed a picture off the whiteboard. The picture he took was one with the family in front of the titanic. He walked out of the small room he was in and headed towards Lestrade's desk.

"Any chance you could enhance this photo, I need a closer look at the police box in the background?" Sherlock asked startling Lestrade who jumped a little.

"What? No, I can't, but tech could. I'll ask them if they can, come on." Lestrade got up from his desk and lead Sherlock to tech support, which was a floor above them.

Once Lestrade explained what needed to be done to the tech lady, she laughed a bit. "Are you serious? Alright then, don't know how this will help your missing persons case, but I will enhance the photo for you." she took a scan and did her digital magic. The police box was put on the computer screen, with clear edges and frosted windows, and a light on the top. You could even read the sign on the police box perfectly. It read, 'Police Telephone, Free for Public Use, Advice & Assistance Obtainable Immediately, Officers and Cars Respond to All Calls, PULL TO OPEN.'

'Perfect, this is the picture.' Sherlock thought to himself. "Could you take this image and put it with the original?" She seemed to know what he wanted, because a few seconds later there was a picture of the family and the Doctor but this time over the family was the blown up phone box image. "Perfect." Sherlock mumbled. "Now, can I get 10 copies of it?"

Lestrade stared dumbly at the picture, his jaw slightly open. "That's the police box Micky was telling us about. But it can't be, can it? Is this photo real?"

"If you give me a few minutes I can find out. If it is not then someone is really good at Photoshop." The tech lady mumbled to Lestrade.

Sherlock ran over to the printer then returned to Lestrade. "You don't have to trust me, just know that I can solve your cases."

Sherlock turned and began to rush out towards the elevator as Lestrade followed and yelled at him, "Where are you going?"

"221B Baker St. And if you plan on following me, bring some of the files about the Doctor, and Rose. Just tell Mrs. Hudson your meeting me. Oh and don't touch anything if you get there before I do." Sherlock told Lestrade just as the elevator doors closed, leaving Lestrade behind. Sherlock walked out of the station and hailed a taxi. Just a few blocks before the taxi arrived at Sherlock's flat, Sherlock had the taxi pull over and wait for him. Sherlock jumped over the rail that blocked the sidewalk from the road and jogged up a small set of stairs. He walked towards a red headed woman sitting on a bench in the smallish viewpoint area for tourists to stop and take pictures. The red headed woman was dressed in rugged cloths but had a kind face and true heart.

"Got any spar' change Sir?" The red head asked smiling with her eyes. Sherlock grinned at her, remembering how much help she when he was in a tight corner with no place to go.

"As a matter of fact I do." Sherlock reached in his pocket for his copies of pictures of the Doctor, a note he had written on the drive, and about 60 pounds which he gave to the red head woman.

She quickly glanced over the note. "I'd be more than happy to help you. I owe you after wha' you did for me. I don't need this." She tried to hand back the 60 pounds Sherlock gave her. Sherlock recalled the tip of a case he got from her about his new landlady Mrs. Hudson. She and Mrs. Hudson used to be best friends until Mrs. Hudson got married. After that, the red head woman got a gambling problem, and heard how Mrs. Hudson's new husband wasn't treating her right. Sherlock helped with freeing Mrs. Hudson from that problem.

Sherlock sat on the bench and closed her hand on the money. "Give it to some of our other mutual friends. I'm sure they would like to help out too. I have worked hard to give them a purpose."

"You gave them a second chance, to prove something to themselves. You have giv'n them hope again." She paused and then began to glare at Sherlock. "You were doin' the drugs again weren't you. I thought you straightened out after you got that flat at 221B?"

"Mmmmm, nope. Still experimenting here and there, although now I might have a proper job, at the police station." After that the red head said nothing. Sherlock could tell she was disappointed, after all she technically help get Sherlock his new flat. He had only lived there two months and had grown fond of the landlady, Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock got up and began to walk back to the taxi.

Wow, that took way too long to write. Sorry guys but school and studying puts this fan-fiction on the back-burner. Anyways I hope you are enjoying this story. Despite the slow progression, both in my writing and development in the plot line. I promise it will pick up soon. I could use more feedback as it is all ways helpful. Also there are many references...can you find them all?