Chapter 16- Four

The TARDIS landed back near the warehouse, just outside of the area taped off by police, who were going about their business seemingly without noticing the blue box or the occupants spilling out of it. Except for one man that is. He casually strolled over to the group, swinging his umbrella with each step.

"Mycroft, I'm impressed that you've come this far away from your little clubhouse," drawled Sherlock sarcastically.

"Well little brother, while you've been off gallivanting around the universe, I have had to clean up your mess," he replied condescendingly. "And before you ask, all the snipers and guards have been arrested, but Moriarty himself has managed to escape. Captain Harkness, a word if I may? In regards to Torchwood 4."

"There isn't a Torchwood 4," replied Jack slowly.

"Funding for the reconstruction of the new Hub will be provided," he continued, as if Jack hadn't said anything. "Please do inform me of where you decide to base operations so I can ensure the public is... distracted".

"Hang on a minute, I haven't agreed to this yet. What about UNIT?".

"Yeah, isn't this sort of thing their area? It didn't seem to me like they were doing much at all throughout this investigation," interrupted the Doctor.

"I assure you that UNIT is currently being investigated, and that there are likely to be some... vacancies in the future. In the meantime, I need to know there's an organisation that I can rely on. Captain, I expect the files of your new team on my desk within the week". With a curt nod, Mycroft turned and strolled back to his car.

"Vacancies? More like UNIT is being fired, or possibly erased from existence, depending on his mood," mused Sherlock.

"Just quietly, your brother kind of scares me," added the Doctor. The others nodded in silent assent. "Anyway, I should get you lot home". They all made their way back into the TARDIS, except for Jack, who remained standing at the door.

"I'll be parting here, I'm afraid. I've got my work cut out for me it seems, better get started," he sighed.

"Good to see you again Jack," grinned the Doctor.

"Take care of yourself Doctor," replied Jack, saluting the Doctor, and throwing a cheeky wink in John's direction, before the Doctor closed the door and returned to the controls.

"Right then, 221B Baker Street," he announced, throwing a switch. The journey was not a long one, as seconds later they had landed outside the Baker Street apartment, and John and Sherlock exited the TARDIS.

"It was nice to meet you both," said Amy, hugging them each in turn.

"Good luck with that Moriarty creep," added Rory.

"Thanks. Good luck with, well, him," replied John, nodding towards the Doctor, who was already back at the console fiddling with the screen.

"Come along Ponds! Things to do, places to go!" he called impatiently.

"Alright, we're coming," called back Amy, smiling at the boys once more, before closing the door. John and Sherlock stood and watched as the TARDIS pulsed and faded into the night, before heading inside.

"Well, it's been a long case. I for one am going to bed, and I suggest you do the same Sherlock," said John, stifling a yawn as they climbed the stairs to the apartment. Sherlock unlocked the door, and walked into the living room, which was still strewn with newspaper clippings, files and case notes. John ignored the mess, mumbling goodnight to the detective and heading straight for his bedroom. Sherlock glanced around the room again, then decided that John had the right idea and made for his own bedroom.

The next morning, after a well-deserved sleep in, John was sat on a couch in the living room sipping a cup of tea, as he supervised Sherlock to clean up all the papers, insisting that yes, being able to see the floor was a good thing, and that he expected the detective to have the living room usable by that evening, or else Mrs Hudson might have a thing or two to say to him. Seeing that Sherlock was in fact in the process of cleaning, John took the opportunity to write a new blog entry. He opened up his laptop, ignoring the chuckle from his flatmate (what was so funny anyway?) and paused. Just how was he going to write this one up?

Well, that's the end of this story. Maybe in the future I might bring the Doctor back for some more adventures, but for now that's it.

Please tell me your thoughts, what you liked, what I could improve on, so I know what to work on for the next story (yes I am writing another story, similar direction to this, but with more detail and cases hopefully. We shall see)

Thanks again for reading

~PBP