Cady sat at in her booth at the coffee shop mindlessly typing away at her paper. It was a research paper on the effects of caffeine on the body and the irony of the situation was not lost on her. She found herself giggling as she finished her last paragraph with a clever quip before sending it off to her professor.

She shut her laptop and reached for her coffee. "Enjoying yourself," a deep voice asked, sliding into the booth across from her. "Never mind silly question. Can I borrow your phone?"

She rolled her eyes before digging around in her bag to produce her smart phone and slid it into the waiting hand of Sherlock Holmes. "Honestly you have your own phone, and John's phone, and Lestrade's phone, why do you need mine?" She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her mocha.

"Because one can only use those numbers so often before they are recognized" he said turning her phone over in his hand. His silver eyes scanning the new blue studded case she'd got as a birthday present from her brothers. It's wasn't much but she knew they didn't have much in the way of money since neither of them had ever held a real job for longer than a year.

"Then change the number," she shrugged propping her elbows up on the table to lean forward; a challenge.

His eyes snapped to hers, a smirk playing on his lips, "too much work, easier to just get a new phone and while I do enjoy a good challenge Cady, now is not the time for games"

"It's always a game with you Sherlock" she smirked around her cup a she took another sip and leaned back against the booth.

"In a way I suppose you're right however now is not one of those times," he said handing her back the phone without having sent a single text or phone call.

"I thought you needed the phone," she frowned retrieving it from his gloved hand.

"I do," he said with a very serious face. "But I need your other phone."

She closed her eyes and shook her head slowly as she set her coffee on the table. "how did you know?"

"I'm well connected."

"Yeah, but you would never ask your brother," she muttered, her eyes snapping open to lock with his. "So tell me- How. Did. You. Know?"

He smirked interlocking his fingers as he leaned onto the table; his challenge. "You're brothers are infamous. Sam and Dean Winchester, mass murders who travel across the country killing the random and the helpless-"

She choked on a laugh.

He cocked his head to the side. "Interesting, you laughed at helpless but didn't get angry when I said mass murders… why?"

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Oh Sherlock… you've so much to learn about the world around you. For someone so smart… you are so blissfully unaware." She stood up and gathered her thing, pausing by his side of the booth before leaving.

"I envy your bliss Sherlock," she said pulling a small silver flip phone from her pocket and setting it on the table. "Don't throw yourself into the hole… let this one go."