Sherlock sat in his favourite chair, pondering about the question what could be roaming through the streets of London. The tip of his fingers were placed together and as if he was praying, he stared into the distance. First, he had thought it had been some kind of trick; people messing with other people's minds, but now he wasn't sure of it anymore. All of the victims had been alone without much evidence about what had happened. But now it was different: there had been three victims at the same time and place, and there was nothing to be seen at the security cameras, except from the victims falling on the platform; knocked over by some invisible force. It couldn't be a trick.

Sherlock looked up from the wall he had been staring at when the doorbell rang. He waited a few seconds, listening if somebody was about to open the door. Nothing.

"Mrs Hudson!" he shouted. "The doorbell!"

Still nothing.

"Mrs Hudson!"

The doorbell rang again and Sherlock let out an annoyed sigh. "John!" He unfolded his hands and placed them on the armrests, ready to push himself out of the chair.

"John!" he tried one last time, but there was no one to answer his shoutings. Again, the doorbell rang and Sherlock got off of the chair and started to head downstairs.

He noticed the person at the other side of the door was about to ring again, so he quickly said, "I'm coming!"

Sherlock opened the door and greeted his intern. "Hawk. Come on in."

Hawk grinned. "About time. I heard you yelling at everyone. I suppose you aren't used at opening the door yourself."

He ignored the sarcastic comment and took a step aside so that she could enter.

"You know, it would be easier if you gave me a key. Then I can sneak up upon you and scare the sh-"

Sherlock interrupted her rambling when he noticed something was following her. It was rather small and had an orange fur. "What. Is. That ?" he asked her while pointing at the walking thing.

Hawk looked offended by his harsh tone and scooped up the animal in her arms. Its brown eyes curiously stared at Sherlock. "This is Han Solo, my fox," Hawk answered, stroking its soft fur. Han Solo's ears moved around in all directions and he sniffed the air, as if he was deciding if he liked it here or not.

"Your fox..." Sherlock repeated confused, but then he shook his head shortly and closed the door. Of course she would have a fox as a pet. When he turned back around he was faced with Han Solo who was almost pushed in his face.

"Here, pet him if you like. He's really sweet." Hawk's head popped up from behind Han Solo, grinning like crazy. Sherlock glanced at her and back at the fox who had slightly tilted his head and put out his small tongue. Sherlock didn't quite understand how but somehow Han Solo and Hawk had the same sparkle in their eyes, but then he shook his head and moved around the animal with a wide circle.

"No, thank you."

Disappointed, Hawk hugged her fox tightly again and followed Sherlock upstairs. Once they were in his apartment, Hawk almost dropped Han Solo in suprise. Her eyes shot towards Sherlock to see if this was normal but he was just as suprised as her. He was frozen on his spot, staring at it in a thoughtful frown without blinking even once.

There was a blue police box in the middle of his living room.

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When everyone was back in the Tardis -- Dean still a bit blazing with fury --, Ten closed the door with a snap of his fingers and both Doctors switched on several levers. The travelers quickly held on to stable objects in the console room and the spaceship started to move.

They were finally going to England.

The Tardis landed with a thud that shook the walls slightly. Eleven casted a glance upon the watch around his wrist -- Jamie only noticed only now that he had one -- and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Serena asked who had the feeling it was a bad frown.

Jamie looked at the watch too but she couldn't understand what it meant. It had several circles that spun around each other in, mostly, random sequences.

Eleven let out a sigh. "Time is not in our advantage."

"I hate the fact that you know what's going to happen, and I do not," Ten muttered a bit annoyed.

"Hush," Eleven answered, lost in thoughts. "We do not have time for that discussion. We need to convince Sherlock Holmes as fast as possible there are actual  Angels and Demons in our world."

"The Sherlock Holmes?!" Gil squealed in excitement. She had heard much of the British consulting detective. He was her great example, she couldn't believe she was about to meet him.

Eleven gestured with his right hand she had to stay quiet. "Yes, yes. Sherlock Holmes. Last time it took us hours to convince him." He put his head in hands and rubbed the sides, thinking about a way that could be their solution. But he had nothing.

"As fast as possible?" Castiel repeated and Eleven nodded, removing his hands and looking curious at the Angel. What was he up to?

Castiel shrugged and walked towards the door. "I know something."

Nobody had time to ask what his plan was as the door swung open and all lights flickered out. Dean's mouth dropped in a small 'O' as the realisation hit him. Everyone hurried towards the exit when Castiel stepped through it. His eyes turned in an illuminating bright blue and all the lights, in what they assumed had to be Sherlock's living room, flickered. Castiel's wings were only visible as large shadows casted upon the walls and the lights flickered because of the immense power that radiated from the Angel.

"My name is Castiel, I am an Angel of the Lord, and we need your help, Sherlock Holmes." Castiel's deep voice boomed through the space.

"Holy shît," a girl's voice squeaked after a few seconds of complete and utter silence. "I didn't see that coming."

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A/N: Pardon my language ;)

Well, I think Sherlock will believe Castiel's grand entrance, right? Hahaha

Comment, vote, whatevs...

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