SuperWhoLock One Shots

The disappearing police box

It was a normal day in 221B baker street when John Watson walked into the kitchen to start making his morning tea. Suddenly Sherlock Holmes came running in already dressed. "Police Boxes!" Sherlock exclaimed.
"What about them?" Asked John who was still quite groggy.
"They disappear! All over town people have been reporting seeing blue police boxes that are there one moment and gone the next!"
John looked at him with exasperation clearly written on his face. "Sherlock its 8:00 am. Can't this wait?"
"I've spoken to Lestrade about this and he says that Scotland yard hasn't used police boxes since the 60s" Sherlock continued as if John hadn't said anything. "He also said that they've never used them for displays around town. So the question is how many police boxes are there? Get dressed. We're going out."
John, knowing it was pointless to argue proceeded to go and get dressed

Hours later after walking around London for most of the day John was just about to tell Sherlock that they should give up when he saw it. A blue police box. He was about to say something to Sherlock when he noticed the he saw it too. As was Sherlock's habit he immediately dashed towards it with John running to catch up. Sherlock was already examining the box when a skinny man wearing a long brown coat with big hair came running up.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked. Sherlock glanced up at the man and slowly examined him.
"I'm with Scotland Yard." He said holding up a badge he had stolen from Lestrade. "I don't remember this box being authorized so I decided I'd take a look. This isn't even an authentic box. The phone is a fake."
The man looked completely taken aback. "How'd you know the phone was a fake?" He asked.
"Well it's obvious. There's no wires." Sherlock answered. "Now more importantly who are you?" He asked.
The man pulled out a badge saying that he was from the department of telecommunications inspections.
"I was about to take this box in for repairs when I saw you poking around." The man answered. Suddenly Sherlock grabbed him and held him against the box in a choking grip. "Sherlock! What are you doing? He's a government official!" John yelled. Sherlock looked at him slightly shocked. "The papers blank John" He said to him as if explaining that two and two equaled four. John looked at him, annoyed. "Sherlock, it says right there plain as day John Smith, telecommunications inspections"
"No, it's blank"
"No it says ---"
"Excuse me but I think I can clear things up a bit" The stranger interrupted.
Sherlock glared at him "Oh really? Then please, elaborate."
"Well, it seems that you can see through my psychic paper. Not many people can though so that's pretty impressive on your part." The man explained.
"There's no such thing as psychic paper" Sherlock retorted.
"Alright, want the truth? Fine! My name is The Doctor. This box is my TARDIS. It travels through time and space and its bigger on the inside." The man, now called The Doctor, exclaimed. "That box is bigger on the inside? I doubt it." Sherlock retorted.
"Oh yeah?" The Doctor asked.
"Yeah" Sherlock answered.
The Doctor smirked and with a snap of his fingers the doors opened and just as this strange man had promised, the box was indeed bigger on the inside.

The end