SuperWhoLock: The Missing Girls

The Mystery

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Sherlock and John

Rosamund swung open her door and skipped out. Her jet black curls bouncing on her shoulders. When she went into the main room she saw her fathers in their usual spots. Her Papa standing by the window, playing his violin and her Dad sitting at the desk, blogging about their work.

"Morning, Marie." Said Papa as he put his violin down. "So, who is the date?" He asked.

"Sherlock!" Exclaimed her Dad.

"Oh, come on, John. Her curled hair, the extra make up, and she is wearing her fancy shoes. It is obviously a first date and judging by the small purse it is at a diner."

Marie laughed, there was no such thing as a secret from her Papa.

"It is with a guy, named Jimmy. He seems really nice. We met at that author's convention I went to." She started towards the door.

"Be back before 1800 hours." Called her Dad. Rosy laughed once more and bid her fathers farewell.

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8:34 pm

That is what the clock said. Rosy should have been home by now. Sherlock knew it. His mind went racing through all the possible things that could have happened. She could have gotten drunk and went to the man's house. She could have witnessed a crime and was being held for questioning. Or worse, she could be a victim of a crime.

Sherlock pointed to John. "Call her."

"Sherlock, I have already called her twenty times and have not gotten a response. I'm calling Lestrade."

As if on cue, Sherlock's phone rang with Greg's name on the screen (well, it said Jeff). Sherlock answered it immediately.

"Rosamund is gone." He said.

"Yeah? And so are ten other girls her age. We have ourselves a mass-kidnapper."

Sherlock's heart skipped a beat.

"We are on our way." He hung up and grabbed his coat.

"What is it? Sherlock, did they find her?" John asked.

"No, our daughter had been kidnapped."

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Dean and Sam

"Find anything, yet?" Dean called from the bathroom as he brushed his teeth.

"Um, yeah. I think so." Sammy called back "Eleven kidnappings in the same town. All teenage girls from ages 16-18. All last seen going on a date, then both them and the date mysteriously disappear."

"Sounds like our kinda thing or a really messed up guy." Dean replied. He finished up and sat with his brother at the little table in their motel room.

"Yeah, and get this, one of the girls is the adopted daughter of Sherlock Holmes." Sam said with a slight chuckle.

Dean looked at his brother like he was joking. "You mean THE Sherlock Holmes? The one from the books?"

Sam shook his head. "It looks like it. I looked him up and it turns out he is a real guy, just living in modern times. He even has a Watson who writes a blog about them." Sam turned his computer to show Dean the screen. On the screen was the home page of John Watson's blog with a picture of Sherlock and John.

"Wow, that is all sorts of crazy. Wait, Sam, he doesn't live in England does he?" Dean asked. When he saw his little brother nod he shook his head. "Absolutely not. I am not flying over seas to help Sherlock Holmes find his daughter." Dean got up and started packing. "Look for another job."

"Dean, this could be big! We need to check it out." Sam protested. "We do not even have to fly. Maybe we can get Cas to take us. Just call him and see if he will. He is more likely to answer you than me." He said with a little smirk.

Dean did not know why his brother was smiling, but shrugged and started praying.

"Hey, Cas, mind giving us a lift to England?" Dean whispered. There was a sound of wings fluttering as Castiel appeared behind Dean.

"Why do you want to go to England?" He asked in his deep voice.

"There is a mass-kidnapping going in there and we think it might be our thing." Sam said. "And Dean does not like to fly."

Cas looked at Dean with squinty eyes like he did not understand. "Why?" he asked.

Dean puffed his chest and rolled his eyes. "It is a big metal tube suspended in air by nothing but gasoline. Plus, a lot of people die in plane accidents. Look, Cas, can you just fly us over?"

Cas nodded. He grabbed Dean's shoulder and Sam's wrist and with a flash they appeared in London, England. About to start a case.

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Tenth Doctor and Rose

The doors of the TARDIS burst open as a delighted Rose Tyler danced through them. Her medieval dress flowing around her feet. The Doctor came in after, humming the song they just danced to as he takes her hand and twirls her around. Rose laughed her amazing laugh. The Doctor dipped her and they stayed there, frozen in time. "And you said you couldn't dance." teased Rose.

"I said I do not often, but never had I said that I didn't." The Doctor said. He lifted her up and pointed to her normal clothes. She grabbed them and went down the stairs to change. "Where to next?" he called down to her.

"Wherever and whenever the TARDIS takes us. I want to be surprised." She said. Rose came back up the stairs in her black leather jacket and pink tank top. The Doctor grins as he flips a switch. The familiar sound of the TARDIS fills the air followed by a thud telling them that they had landed.

Rose runs to the doors to see where they have gone. She opens them, looks, then turns back around. "London? We are back in London."

The Doctor walked up next to her and looked out. "It seems we are. Let us take a look, shall we?" he says. He walks out and starts walking down the street. Rose follows after him. As they stroll down the street they look around. Rose notices that this London is a bit different, but can't place why.

A little down the street a woman was on her phone, no, that can't be a phone, Rose thought, it is just a screen. The Doctor stopped at a stand selling magazines and picked one up. He pointed to the date which read X/XX/2016.

"We are in the future? 11 years in the future?" Rose asked. The Doctor nodded. Something behind Rose caught his eye.

"And I know why the TARDIS brought us here." his face went dark and Rose turned to look at what he was looking at. It was a news headline on a newspaper.

MYSTERIOUS KIDNAPPINGS: 11 GIRLS MISSING

Rose went over to the stand and grabbed the paper. "Eleven girls?! All in London? Doctor, what do you like it is?" she asked with concern in her voice.

"I am not sure." he said and took the paper from Rose's hands and looked at the girls names. "But I know where to start looking, 221B Baker Street."

-- Alice