Author's Note: I apologize for this being so short, I promise the next one will be longer.

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"What?!"

"Yeah, right."

"What would Sherlock Holmes be doing this far away from England?"

"If you're Sherlock Holmes, then I'm the President of the United States."

All of this came at once, and Holmes smiled in amusement. He hadn't thought they would take that lying down. "I assure you I really am Sherlock Holmes, and if you'll be silent for a minute, I can tell you exactly what I am doing here."

"All right, shoot," Hunter said, still glaring at him suspiciously, "And you better be telling the truth, cause this is one big security breach."

Holmes nodded to him. "I was following two criminals from New London. They got on that transport, and I did as well. Unfortunately, they noticed me and I wound up in the Atlantic. It is imperative that I go and look for them. There is no telling what they may be up to. I can promise you that Big Guy's secret is safe with me."

Hunter stared at him for a minute then said, "All right. Where was the transport headed? I can take you there, but you'll have to stay right with me, at all times. Just until I can get your story checked out."

Holmes shrugged and agreed to Hunter's demands. It wasn't as if he wouldn't be able to get away from him if need be, and it 'was' the only way he would be able to get off the aircraft carrier without stealing something. As for the American's other concern, well, he would have to proceed cautiously until he gained the man's trust. "Very well," he intoned, "but we must leave immediately."

Hunter motioned for Holmes to follow him, then walked out the door.

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He growled lowly, making the two men standing beside him jump. He ignored them, and continued walking through the lab. KX1 was nowhere to be found and the formula was gone. That stupid bumbling robot!

"I should have known better than to send a bot to do a man's job!" he snarled. The two men looked at each other then back at him.

"What!?" he snapped, "You are in as much trouble as he is. Why didn't you stay with them? You know KX1 was a prototype! Now, go find the detectives, and follow them. Do nothing else, unless I specifically tell you. Understand?" They nodded and marched out the door. He relaxed a bit, and smiled. Soon, everything would be back on schedule. As soon as he got the substance from the idiot police. Those two had been lucky so far, but their fortune was running out fast. He began to chuckle.

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Lestrade paced back and forth in the compartment on the transport. She was restless for some reason, and it was making her irritable. She hated not knowing what her gut was trying to tell her.

"Lestrade! Sit down!" Grayson ordered, "You're giving me a bloody headache!" Lestrade reluctantly complied.

"Why don't you tell me what your theory on this case is," her boss asked, his tone quieter.

"I...don't really have one. I just believe that Moriarty has something to do with it. And whatever it is, Holmes will be able to figure out."

Grayson nodded, then sighed, and Lestrade felt a moment of pity for him. After all, it had been several years since he'd actually done any of the legwork on a case. She shrugged when he frowned at her, and turned to look at Watson. The compudroid had a worried frown on his face. "What is it, Watson?"

"I am not sure, Lestrade. I just have a feeling that something is going to happen," he said.

Lestrade nodded. She understood exactly what he meant. It was that gut feeling that wouldn't leave her alone, and yet, wouldn't reveal itself into a more solid theory. Whatever it was, it grew as they neared their destination.

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Slate frowned as she sat in the lab with Rusty. He was chattering excitedly about the Big Guy's reaction to Pup, but she barely paid attention. She had a feeling something was about to happen.