“I’m your new temp!” Donna exclaimed, tapping her fingers on her forearm. Both Sherlock and John stared at the ginger women in confusing.
“I don’t need a temp,” Sherlock said, returning to his newspaper.
“Oi! Buzzo!” Donna yelled, starling the boys, “You are not going to fire me without even hiring me! I am your new temp!” Sherlock stared at the red head with curiosity. She had flare. “What’s that?” She asked, pointing towards at Sherlock’s wall of conspiracy.
“Work,” he said simply.
“That blue box, I think I’ve seen it before. That man, he looks so familiar,” Donna said, her head beginning to throb slightly. She got these headaches often.
Sherlock sighed. “I have no idea what this means but its a case.”
“Doctor-,” she gasped, her mind reeling. She remembered.