Skyfall

The Brilliant Idea

"Excuse me." Hermione said, budging into the conversation. She sat on the floor, with Harry, Ron and a young girl named Clara. "But. I think this might help." Hermione handed Sherlock the white paper that appeared from thin air. Sherlock read with a puzzled look on his face.

"Moriarty said that he had an army. Do you think Voldemort could be apart of it?" John said, sipping a cup of tea.

The Doctor nods."What ever is coming, we better be prepared. "

"This is rubbish. Why don't we just call this Moriarty guy and ask him." Ron blurts out.

Hermione shakes her head, slapping her hand on her forehead. "Ron. We can't do that. He's a criminal mastermind. Don't you think he would expect us to just call him and ask?"

"Everyone shut up! I'm thinking!" Sherlock shouted, placing his forefingers on his forehead.

"I have an idea!" The Doctor said the exact same time as Sherlock did, as if they were inside each other's mind. The two of them looked at each and grinned like little boys.

Clara quickly grabbed her coat as the Doctor and Sherlock ran down the stairs and out the door of the flat, running into the crowded streets of London, with a wicked grin on their faces. She ran after them, trying to keep up, the others following as well. Trying not to lose sight of that thin man in that tweed jacket, she pushed her way through the crowd.

"Doctor! Wait up!" She yelled. She heard a voice that sounded as though it was thousands of miles away. "C'mon Clara!" It yelled back. She felt a hand squeeze hers and pull her along the street. The Doctor held her hand all the way to their destination, and every once in a while he would turn his head to the others and yelled "Run!"

In front of them stood a block of newer looking buildings which made it look like rich citizens worked there. A sign was placed in their direct line of vision that spread the message: Metropolitan Police Service. Directly behind that was a double glass door, which flung open every few minutes due to people walking in and out.

It must be a busy day. Harry thought, walking in the building, looking up at all the numerous floors that surrounded a balcony where people looked down on the first floor. He followed the man with the shaggy black hair, and the man in the tweed jacket who held the hand of a brown haired girl. He walked down a long hall, Hermione and Ron walking next to him.

"Lestrade." Sherlock said as he barged into his office. "Track down the location of this number."

The others walked into the office as well. "Wait. What's this big Idea of yours?" Harry asks.

"I figured that the number Moriarty called me off of must have a location that we can track. Which may lead us straight to him." Sherlock answered as Lestrade typed the number into the computer.

"We got a location." Lestrade said with a sly smile.

"America!" Sherlock yelled in frustration. "How can Moriarty be in America!"

The location of the phone was Boston, Massachusetts, USA.