Welcome back! I know it has been a while but I console myself by knowing that I'm posting chapters more often than BBC Sherlock is releasing seasons...or episodes...or trailers...or anything at all. Great, now I've given myself feels.

Anyway, to comfort myself on lack of said things I found an amazing TV show called Endeavour it is also a British mystery show and you can watch seasons 1 and 2 on Amazon Prime. If you like to have feels during episodes than this show is for you. (IalsoblameEndeavourforthelackofchaptersinmystories)

So yeah, go check it out but if you read this first I hope you enjoy. I also want to thank all those who commented, complimented, and voiced their opinions on my previous chapters. You guys are amazing! :)

~SimmonsButterflys

I still don't own anything other than the idea and anything else that isn't in the shows BBC Doctor Who or BBC Sherlock

It didn't take Molly long to get back to 221B but she was dismayed when she was stopped by Mrs. Hudson,

"Sherlock's out dear, I believe he's taken up a case of some sort." Molly mustered up the happiest smile she could,

"I'll just wait upstairs for him, then. Thanks a bunch, Mrs. Hudson." She ascended the stairs as slowly as she dared and entered into the flat. She stared at the mess before her. She hadn't realized it when she first returned to the mind-set of a Pachem and had come barging in, but now it was all laid out before her. Sherlock's chair was overturned, sheet music and possibly important files were scattered across the floor, and the violin was resting on a mountain of pillows. Mullin smiled as she walked over to it,

"What did he do, then?" she asked the violin in a hushed voice, "Get every pillow from the block to make you a throne?" She pulled out her mobile and began to text the Detective,

'At your flat, compromised. Pls come.' She hit send before beginning to straighten up everything.

Sherlock had just entered the hospital when he got the text. One look at it and he felt his eyes widen and he immediately shoved the plastic bag containing the apple into his coat pocket and raced out of the building. He felt his chest pounding with his two hearts (it was such an odd feeling for someone who'd been human for so long). He shoved by pedestrians and nearly got run over multiple times. At one point he found himself running by a man with a blue coat billowing out behind him. The man grinned,

"Is everyone running around London these days?" He asked and Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly,

"Why not? It's much faster than walking and a brilliant form of exercise!" With that he dove into an alleyway and began to scale the building. He knew that if he cut through here he could get to the flat in two minutes flat, no pun intended. He managed to scramble over the building but now he felt his breath becoming more ragged. He stumbled on the side walk but wasn't about to give up. He came around the corner of Baker St. and ground to a dead halt before hiding himself again, still panting for breath. Three people had just entered the flat. He'd have to wait until he caught his breath again; if he came barging in out of breath there would be questions but if he came home casually, he would have more control of the situation and more reasons to ask questions of them.

Mullin had just re-emerged from the bedroom with the small silver watch in her hands when she heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. They weren't Sherlock's. Her eyes widened and she let out a small gasp as she slipped back into the room and pushed the watch hurriedly in between the mattress and box springs of the Detective's bed. She returned to the door of the bedroom and opened it just a crack. She peered through to observe the newcomers and see what they would do.

The Doctor came in first with his eyes wide and his eyebrows determined. Jack and Donna were less impressive, panting for breath and Donna accusing the skinny man of running them practically to death. Then the Timey-Whimey Detector came out and the Doctor waved it around the room,

"This is where that tiny signal was coming from…" He muttered, "Whoever we were chasing definitely came in here." The device gave out a half-hearted ding and then promptly died on the Doctor. He growled and shook the machine but nothing happened.

"Do you want me to act as look out?" Came a whisper from behind the Time Lord. The trio whirled around in surprise to see a man with curly dark hair in a trench coat standing behind them with one hand in his coat pocket. Jack immediately tensed and the Doctor lowered his device,

"Oh, hello there" he began, "do you live here?" Donna suddenly stepped forward,

"Mr. Holmes, I've come about the watch." The Detective's eyes fastened onto the woman,

"Ms. Noble, I was wondering when you'd show up." He smiled but his eyes remained cold and the brilliant mind seemed to dominate the heart once more. "May I ask who these men are?"

"Doctor John Smith," the Doctor immediately replied as he pulled out his physic paper, "I've got a warrant to search this house." Sherlock snatched the 'warrant' and glanced at it.

"It's blank." He said simply with a fierce look at the thin man, "What are you trying to pull?" Jack raised his eyebrows,

"Wow, that's not something you hear every day." He said. The Doctor shared his puzzlement it seemed,

"You're sure it's blank?" He asked in a slightly higher voice his eyes screamed curiosity and confusion. Sherlock leaned closer,

"Positive." He turned to Donna, "Ms. Noble, I don't believe you gave me quite enough truth to satisfy me. Is the watch really yours?" Donna glanced at her traveling companion, who broke into the conversation.

"No, the watch is mine." He supplied as he leaned slightly to the side. The consulting detective allowed his eyes to wander over the man. Antique suite but it's in prime condition, most likely a gift. He doesn't have a phone or wallet on him. Shoes are worn so he tends to do quite a bit of running. Possibly he 's attracted to danger. He looks young enough but it's clear that his mind is very much matured and he knows a lot more than he's letting on. He's also attached to these people with him. The other man has a military air about him but is also eager for any and all attention. His clothes are also fairly well kept but show more sign of wear than his thin friend. Both men seem to be fond of getting themselves into scrapes. However, the man in brown tends to do more traveling and is better known to the temp, seems to me that the military man just recently joined into this little escapade. Probably only just before or right after Donna came to me and he also knows more than he's letting on. Looks to me as if they're keeping poor Ms. Noble in the dark, what aren't they telling this woman? Anyway, this 'Dr. John Smith' as he calls himself (he's obviously not a doctor of any kind) is a horrible liar. These thoughts raced quickly through the Detective's brain before he answered the Doctor,

"The watch isn't yours." He stated with an even voice. Jack blinked,

"How can you be so certain?" He asked, "Capt. Jack Harkness by the way." He introduced himself and stuck out his hand. Sherlock rolled his eyes and ignored the attempted hand shake. Great, he not only wants attention but he actively tries to get it. It's like having an idiot and an imbecile all rolled into one.

"Jack, shut up." The Doctor ordered without taking his eyes off of the famous Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock turned his attention back onto the Doctor,

"I can tell the watch isn't yours because your fingerprints weren't on it." The Doctor raised an eyebrow,

"Yeah?" He asked, "And how can you be so certain about that?" The Detective's expression didn't change,

"Because there were only one set of fingerprints on the watch that were unknown to me but when Donna left her phone number here I was able to get samples of her fingerprint and discovered that the ones on the watch mach hers perfectly." Jack whistled to show his amazement and Mullin in her hiding place beamed with pride. The Detective continued, "Unless you can give me substantial proof that the watch is indeed yours I'm afraid that I can't give it to you." He watched the thin man's reaction. He's obviously not use to having things refused to him and he is the one in charge. However, it seems that he also knows the importance of the watch…which means that he is possibly alien. He continues to keep Ms. Noble in the dark, possibly a protection strategy but also maybe he doesn't think her important or smart enough to understand. She is downplayed quite a bit, I see. In addition, he keeps scanning the room; he knows that Mullin is somewhere but he's not sure how much I know so he's trying to be discreet. And he's also failing at being discreet. He's failing horribly. John could be more discreet than that. Without even trying. The Doctor was glancing around mostly hunting for words to prove a watch that definitely wasn't his was without a doubt his and his alone. Sherlock tilted his head to the side, "Did you lose something?" He ventured at last. The Doctor looked towards him with a blank expression on his face. Looses attention easily. The Detective added to his growing list of information.

"Hm?" John Smith asked, "Lost? Oh, no I haven't lost anything other than the watch." He said as he eyed the Detective again. Sherlock sighed,

"Get out of my flat." He ordered with sternness in his voice that he only used when he was thoroughly fed up with Mycroft. "Until you have substantial proof that you are the legal owners of this watch I won't give it to you." With this he sidestepped Jack and pulled the door open, "Good-bye." Donna glared at him,

"You can't do that! If he says that the watch is his, it's his. You've no right to keep it from him!" Sherlock looked at the angered temp.

"Ask them what right they have to keep you in the dark. They're hiding quite a bit from you, Ms. Noble. I don't think you quite understand what this watch is but it is most definitely not your friend's." There was an awkward silence before the Doctor stormed out of the room followed by Donna and last of all Jack, who brushed up roughly against the Detective and vanished down the stairs. Sherlock shut the door but stood by it until he heard the front door shut. He let out a deep breath,

"Mullin?" He called and soon he saw her peering out from the kitchen. She was in her original form and the light around her was flickering, matching her curiosity and excitement of the moment,

"Are they gone?" She asked quietly. Sherlock nodded, "Who were they?" Mullin demanded as she handed the watch to the Time Lord,

"I don't know." Sherlock said simply, "I can safely say that the two men know what the watch is which means that they are aware of alien life outside of earth, or perhaps they are aliens themselves."

"And what about Donna?"

"She doesn't seem to know what's going on but she knows the skinny man rather well…she probably knows more about the universe than any other human in London." He muttered quietly then he smiled at his companion of old, "I wouldn't worry too much about it but I would recommend that you stay away from work for at least the rest of the day. Call me if anything happens." He hesitated a moment, "I'll see you home," he ventured at last, "I need to stop somewhere on the way back."

The two came out into the busy streets once Mullin had resumed her undercover appearance. Sherlock fingered the watch which now hung from a chain around his neck. A short cab ride soon found them outside of Molly Hooper's residence, they stood in an uncomfortable silence for a short while.

"So, um, bye…I guess." Molly said at last with a gentle smile and turned to go in,

"Keep your doors locked and bolted, if you can." She turned towards him,

"I will, though I'm not sure if it'll help. He got into the hospital without anyone noticing or questioning him." Sherlock nodded,

"Alright, call if you need anything." He reminded her,

"I will." She said happily and disappeared into the house. The Detective returned to the cab and directed the driver to take him to St. Bart's Hospital. He still had to run those tests on the apple.

I do really want to get this done, I just have a really busy life.

~SimmonsButterflys