Warnings by the Pool

“Or would you prefer the pool?” Jim snapped his fingers. Sherlock looked around. He knew the TARDIS could teleport people, but why would it listen to Jim?

“Oh she likes me too” Jim answered, “She finds the other ones boring. I can't say as I blame her.”

“You really don't know how I think, do you Sherlock?” “You can put the gun down now, this is just a friendly chat.”

Sherlock quickly tossed the gun into the pool. “Oh you really don't still think I'm trying to kill you”

“I know you're not” Jim danced his way to the pool. He looked down at the gun at the bottom of the water and looked as if he might go in and get it. He looked up again with disgust. “Wouldn't want to get the threads wet.”

“I can see you're analyzing every detail Sherlock. What's Jim got in mind now? I wish I could tell you, but I don't know myself.”

Sherlock blinked.

“You don't think I spend days on every little problem, do you? Puttering around like all the little people? No. I just make a phonecall, and everyone jumps. I do what I feel like, when the mood hits me. In a place like this, you know what that can mean.”

Sherlocks mind raced back to earlier that day, the news reports, the text message about the nightmare.

“You don't actually do anything, except when you manage to find your way in here” Sherlock stated bluntly, almost shocked to say it.

“Bingo” Jim yawned. It was all too easy. “Except when she won't let me. It seems I have to give a warning first. I know, why don't you warn them Sherlock? Call your brother. I'm sure he has connections.”

Sherlock almost dialed, then millimeters from the send button he shook his head. “No need to cement your plans. I think I'll call from outside.”

Jim whistled. “Very good Sherlock, you're catching on.”