There was a faint sound of buzzing coming from Sherlock's pocket. He glanced at the caller I.D. before reluctantly answering the phone.
"What?" he demanded annoyed. After a moment of agonising silence for John, Sherlock replied to the unknown caller.
"Of course I'm aware." Another brief silence.
"I don't care who, all I care is-" Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I don't care if they're an important member of Parliament, I won't go. I'm already busy with a case so stop bothering me."
John waited patiently for Sherlock to finished his conversation.
"Come if you like I won't be ready." He angrily hung up the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket.
"What that Mycroft?" asked John. Only two people would ring Sherlock about a case over Parliament but only one annoyed Sherlock greatly.
"Yes, apparently an 'important' member of Parliament has fallen victim to our kidnapper and Mycroft wants me involved. He says he'll be over to collect us shortly."

The taxi arrived to the front door of 221b. Sherlock quickly paid the cabbie and exited the cab into the rain. Water began to run the the street in small streams. John complained about his feet getting wet before running up to the door and unlocking it. Before either man took a step inside Sherlock gave an exasperated sigh.
"How is he here already?!" he declared marching up the stairs, shaking the water out of his hair.
"What?" asked John removing his coat before following Sherlock up the stairs.
"His footprints on the stairs." replied Sherlock swinging open the door to see Mycroft sitting in Sherlock's chair accepting a cup of tea from Mrs Hudson.
"Now Sherlock I expected you to deduct my arrival before you entered the building." said Mycroft with a taking a sip of his tea before pulling a face of disgust and discretely setting the cup down beside him.
"Should of known the car outside was one of yours." responded Sherlock turning his attention to the wall behind his brother. John peered out the window to see a black car parked across the street.
"Yes well since you didn't accept my request on the phone I decided to ask you personally."
"And now I can deny the request, personally. Buh-bye" Sherlock waved his hand towards the door.
"I know you're already investigating the disappearings." said Mycroft standing up. Sherlock remained near the door, holding it open for him to leave.
"Sherlock I'm not leaving until you inform me." said Mycroft firmly.
"It's hardly of your concern." began Sherlock childishly.
"Sherlock just tell him." moaned John, his face in his hands. The rival between the brothers was honestly pathetic in John's view. It was now getting in the way of saving people and John wasn't in the humor for wasting time.

Mrs. Hudson, at this stage, not wanting to be involved in another argument had left the room. Mycroft raised an eyebrow at this while Sherlock shot John a dangerous look. John couldn't care about the look Sherlock was throwing at him, John always had a strong belief in Sherlock and his theories.
"If you don't tell him I will." John warned. Sherlock narrowed his eyes at his brother and stubbornly stayed near the door.
John sighed, "Fine so." He took a deep breath. "Sherlock believes that there's this man, who never ages and is somehow involved in the kidnappings."
Mycroft laughed in response. He was suddenly reminded of a much younger Sherlock presenting him with his so called evidence of this 'time traveling man'.
"Sherlock I thought we settled this years ago. There is no such thing as-" A strange noise cut him off. All three of them faced the kitchen in surprise. There a blue police box was slowly materialising into view, creating a wooshing noise as it became more transparent. The box looked ancient and brand new at the same time and was painted in a brilliant blue. A light-bulb on top of it stopped flashing as if the box had landed. Sherlock began to cautiously approach the box in front of them.
"Sherlock be careful." whispered John in a worried tone. Sherlock gave John a brief nod in compliance and slowly streched his hand out to the doors. Before his skin could touch the wood the doors swung open and a man's head wearing a fez popped out.
"Oh hello, I got the right place this time, yes? Gave your neighbours an awful fright I'm afraid. Sorry about that."
"Who are you?" asked John in awe, a pang of jealously sprung in Sherlock. This man suddenly appears and now John is amazed at him instead and after Sherlock's waiting and waiting John was the first to talk to him. Sherlock temporarily pushed aside his envy and instead focused on the phenomenon in front of him.
"Oh sorry, John, Sherlock, I'm the Doctor."