"Hello gentlemen, John Watson." John held out his hands to the two strangers. The two of them exchanged uncertain looks before the taller one took his outstretched hand.
"Sam. This is my brother Dean." John shook Sam's hand then held his hand out to Dean. Dean looked at John a moment then forced a smile as he took the offered hand.
"So what's this case you've got for us then?" John sat himself down in his armchair.
"They've come about the police box, John." John looked up, surprised. Sherlock loved that surprised face.
"Yeah, um, we just noticed that this blue box, uh police box, shows up and terrible things happen. We just think that whoever is doing this needs to be stopped." Sam tried to keep Sherlock and John focused on him, as Dean was looking closely at their bookshelf, probably looking for satanic witchcraft books.
Sherlock noted the way Sam had stated his last sentence. Whoever is doing this. Most people they had talked to about the police box said whatever was doing this.
"So you think it's a who then?" Sherlock asked, sliding a suspicious glance at Dean, who was inspecting his skull rather closely.
"What?" Sam asked.
"To be blunt, you two are not more of those raving lunatics who believe that this is the work of some sort of time travelling alien?"
"Alien?" Dean scoffed. "Freaking psychos. No we don't think that this was an alien."
"Mr. Holmes, I want you to know that we are not hiring you to find the box for us, we are interested in more of a partnership. We help each other find it. So if there is anything you know about it already that you could tell us...?"
Sherlock looked Sam over, considering this offer. He didn't like partnerships. In fact, he hated them. The only person he could stand working with was John, and even his stupidity annoyed him. He was not at all likely to take kindly to these to men. He looked back at Dean, who was now poking the skull gingerly, and flinching back each time he did. There was no way he could put up with these two. He snatched the skull away from Dean.
"Alright but these are the rules of our 'partnership'. It is strictly a informatiional partnership. We will not be having meetings, you are not to bother me with stupid questions. We will only contact one another with new information, that is it. The only time we will meet in person will be when we have located the box and are prepared to bring whoever is behind the terrible acts to justice. Understood."
"Yeah." Dean replied, clearly okay with having as little interactions with Sherlock as possible. "All we know about this box is that it's blue. What do you have?"
"It is a police box. Not just a blue box. And the man who is sometimes seen coming out of it has a sort of a... codename. It's what he goes by whenever he's here."
"And what's that?"
"He calls himself... 'The Doctor'."
