The Doctor

24

We arrived at an abandoned factory. John paid the cabbie and we all got out, ducking under the police tape. A man with silver hair, a woman with curly dark hair, and another man with longish dark hair walked up to us. By the way the woman and the dark haired man were looking at Sherlock, I was guessing they didn't get along. The Doctor walked up behind me and whispered the names of each person as he pointed at them.
"DI Lestrade, Donavan, and Anderson. Be careful around those two." I didn't have to ask why since the lady, Donavan, decided to speak.
"Why is the freak here?" She sneered. The look she gave Sherlock made my blood boil. I stepped in front of her.
"Excuse me? What gives you the right to treat anyone like that? Especially Sherlock. From what I've seen so far, you probably would never solve your cases! You should be thanking him, not making him feel like a freak!" I spat the last word at her and stood between the Doctor and Sherlock.
Lestrade glanced between Donavan and I before he started laughing. Andersons jaw dropped along with John's. Sherlock stared at me, confused, while the Doctor had a huge smile.
After a few minutes everyone mostly gained their composure by, Donavan glared at me the entire time Lestrade explained the case to Sherlock. He led us over to the body and we all stood behind him as he examined the body. On the way over, Donavan and Anderson had disappeared so it was just John, Lestrade, the Doctor, Sherlock, and I. Sherlock stood up suddenly.
"John. What do you think?" He switched places with John and came to stand next to me. We stood in silence for a few moments.
"Uh. Hana. What you did back there.... That was nice. I mean... Thank you." John looked over his shoulder at me and raised an eyebrow. I guess he doesn't say that often.
"Your welcome, Sherlock." He gave a curt nod and turned his attention back to John. The way he looked at him, you would think were... I turned quickly to the Doctor and whispered in his ear.
"Are they a couple?!" The Doctor thought for a moment before he asked what the date was.
"March 14th, 2015." He grinned.
"Not yet." His voice dropped so they wouldn't hear at all. "Very, very soon, though." I grinned, too, and looked back at them. They were both crouched next to the body now, looking at something on its hand. Suddenly they both stood and walked over to us. John spoke.
"Doctor, you're going to want to see this."