AN: Hello!

So, this is my first crossover fanfic!
I've had this idea for forever, and I'm so happy I can finally write it down.
This is going to be a JohnLock story, so if you don't like it... deal with it. Haha!

I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Strange.

Enjoy!

Sherlock was prancing around the living room muttering to himself about how incredibly petty Lestrade was being for not letting him participate in the current investigation.

'There are clothes that were left at the scene, but no body left behind… Just black dust… ashes? debris? A chemical compound of some kind? Damn that Lestrade!'

Sherlock turned to John, who was sitting on his sofa chair, looking up at him with an amused expression.

"Sherlock, why don't you just take a seat for a moment? I'm going to make tea. Would you like some?"

Sherlock sighed and made his way to the couch. He laid down and faced the wall with a pout on his face for a moment, then rolled around to face John's direction.

"I don't understand it John! Why would Lestrade prevent me from intervening in cases? They always ended up on contacting me in the end either way! It's maddening John! This case is unlike any other according to that simpleton Anderson! Damn him for informing me about the case and having the audacity to tell me that I couldn't participate!"

At this point, Sherlock was back on his two feet walking over to where John was.

John rolled his eyes and chuckled then waited a moment to see if Sherlock was going to continue complaining before speaking.

"… Are you finished with your rant? The tea is ready."

Sherlock glanced at John before grabbing his cup and took a sip.

"Yes, I'm alright now."

Sherlock analyzes John and John wavers under his stare.
"Umm, is something wrong with the tea—?"

"Why are you so calm and collected?"

John paused and chuckled.

"I was just thinking whenever there's an investigation like this, you're always involved somehow. Like danger and crime are just drawn to you."

Sherlock blinked and then smirked.

"That is true."

John smiled then went back to his sofa.

Sherlock was about to head to the living room as well, but then his phone started to ring.

"Just give me the location, and we'll meet you there."

"Jesus Christ Sherlock—we're at St. James's Park. I don't know why Anderson told you that you weren't allowed to come, but we really need your help right now—."

"Damn that Anderson!"

AN: Poor Sherlock!
Anderson is really going to get it... you'll see how in the next chapter. Haha!

Hope you all enjoyed!

Have a great day!~~