Hawk followed Mrs Hudson upstairs, it was all very small. You could barely walk the stairs without bumping into the wall or leaning post on the sides.

Some chatter reached her ears, but it stopped when Mrs Hudson opened the door, which lead towards Sherlock's apartment.

"Here she is," Mrs Hudson announced and Hawk tried to smile. Her normal expression was a bitch-face, but that probably wouldn't do her much good now. But her smile probably neither...

Detective inspector Lestrade turned around towards her, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Sherlock was standing with his back to the window and observed her, his blue eyes were flying all over her; trying to muster as much information as he could about her just by making deductions. John sat on the couch which was standing against the wall, Hawk didn't know why or how, but it had a yellow smiley face painted on it. It was funny though, wait, were those bullet holes?

"Hawkins," Lestrade said, "what brings you here?"

"Oh, first name basis is it now? But it's Hawk," she corrected him with a grumble. For the thousandth time she accursed her fathers for choosing such a stupid name. "Anyways, I'm here because I read mister Holmes has taken on this case. I want to help as well."

Lestrade shook his head. "That's very kind of you, but you're a civilian. We can't give you any details about the case."

"Holmes is civilian," Hawk argued. She was not going to let this rest, she wanted to help. She had to help, it was the only thing she could think about. Solving this mystery would help her calm her mind. There was just something odd about all this, she couldn't quite wrap her mind around it but she was sure she wanted to be there when they started to solve this case. If that even could happen; solving it.

"Consulting detective," Sherlock smirked. Hawk was a bit amazed, how could his voice be that deep? He could mesmerise every woman in the country with that.

But all Hawk said was, "whatever." She crossed her arms and stared at Lestrade, occasionally glancing at Sherlock who had put his hands in a praying position under his chin. Why did he keep staring at her like that, it was if he could see right through her. Wait... Was he deducing her? O boy...

"I'm sorry, miss Tinley. I really I can't do that."

"And back to second name basis."

"It's fine, Lestrade."

The inspector raised his eyebrows by hearing Sherlock's words, but again he shook his head. "That's not your call to make."

Sherlock grinned, which kind of creeped out Hawk. "She can be my intern."

John's jaw dropped first, Lestrade's soon followed and then Hawk's.

"Your intern?!" they repeated all at the same time. Sherlock was still grinning, as if he had a plan at his own, but then his expression turned more serious and his gaze shifted at something behind Hawk.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt, again, but there's someone at the door for miss Tinley and inspector Lestrade," Mrs Hudson announced.

Hawk was still a bit suprised by Sherlock's idea of her letting participate in this investigation, but slowly Mrs Hudson's word entered her mind and drove away her other thoughts. Who could be here to see her as well as Lestrade? Perhaps it were her fathers? But no, that would be highly unlikely. Marc knew she was here so why would they have followed her? Besides, they probably didn't know the inspector was here as well.

"Who is it?" Lestrade asked.

Mrs Hudson made a half-shrug and some hand movements. "I don't know, she didn't give a name; she just said it was a matter of life and death. I'm sure she isn't a reporter, she knew miss Tinley is here, after all."

Inspector Lestrade hesitated for a moment but still decided to follow Mrs Hudson. Hawk was about to follow them but Lestrade gestured she had to stay behind. "I'll check this out alone. We continue our conversation later, Holmes."

"Can't wait," Sherlock mumbled which made Hawk smile a bit. It was actually very kind of him to offer her such a position, only because she said she wanted to help with this mystery. But she couldn't also to help to wonder why he had done that. What kind of information had his deductions given him about her?

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Michelle fidgeted with her fingers while she observed the reporters through the mirror. They had get to get away from here before it happened. If only she had gotten sooner to Hawkins... Michelle closed her eyes and tried to remember as much details from the vision as she could. How many people had been in it? Who else than Hawkins, Sherlock and Watson where in the house? A face constructed itself in her mind and she recognised him, she knew that face. She had seen him before. He worked for New Scotland Yard.

Her eyes shot back open, detective inspector Lestrade could send all these reporters away before it was too late. He had enough authority. Michelle stepped out of her car and casted a glance upon her watch. Any minute now... She was running out of time. She cursed under her breath and strode towards the crowd.

"Get out of my way," she shouted when she was pushing them aside. Perhaps if she would be rude enough, they would leave without the help of the inspector. But all they did was shot her some angry glares and shoved her out of the way of the camera view. Michelle almost fell when she reached the open spot around the front door, leaving the crowd that suddenly made her almost loose her balance but she quickly found it again. She rang the front door and kept looking at the watch around her wrist.

"Come on, come on," she muttered when the time seemed to go faster and faster. The door opened on an inch but Michelle did not wait for the woman to ask what she want.

"Please," Michelle begged. "I need to talk to inspector Lestrade. And miss Tinley," she added after a small hesitation. She knew Hawkins probably wouldn't trust her, but this would probably win Mrs Hudson's trust. The reporters didn't know the name of the girl who had entered 221b Baker Street just a few minutes ago.

"Please," she tried again. "It's a matter of life and death." Strictly speaking that was not entirely true, but it would be awful if they didn't get the reporters away in time.

Mrs Hudson startled a bit and closed the door, hopefully she was going to get Lestrade and Hawkins.

The time kept ticking and Michelle began to wonder if she should start acting as if she was mad to scare the reporters away, but then, luckily, the door opened again and Lestrade stepped outside with a frown on his face. The cameras behind her flashed and Lestrade send a death glare in their direction, but the flashes did not stop.

"You wanted to see me, miss?" he asked her while ignoring the cameras.

Michelle nodded and pointed with her thumb over her shoulder behind her. "You need to send them away. There's something about to happen and when they see it, everything they know about the universe will be questioned. Mankind is not ready for that, sir." She lowered her voice a bit and whispered the next part so that she was sure only the inspector could hear it. "The Doctor is coming."

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A/N: This took me a week to write, argh! I don't know why but my thoughts were everywhere except here! Just awful... It's probably not the best I wrote, but my mind is just... *makes hands movements that represents an explosion*

So yeah...

Geronimo!

PS. Is everyone pleased with his or her picture in the chapter 'List of Character'? If not, let me know and I'll search for another :)