So yep, I took a break from the "Changes series" ( more soon, I promise, its in works) and kinda got hung up on an old prompt of mine, which I prompted at Livejournal ages ago.

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This was supposed to be a one- shot but of course developed into more, as I thought one needed to explore the "why" these two work together in that way.

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Teamwork

Authors: Kessie
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock, Sally, Mycroft. John, Anthea, Lestrade, Moran, OCs somewhat established Sherlock/John, Sherlock/Sally, John /Sally, Sherlock/John/Sally
Rating: NC17
Status: still writing
Warnings: violence, murder, questionable choices and mayhem etc.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC, Moffat and Gatiss. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: "I told you one day we'll be standing around a body and Sherlock Holmes will be the one who put it there. So I did warn you, didn´t I?" Donovan shrugged.

Chapter 1

It had been a bad day for John Watson. Said day had started at the court, where he and Sherlock and the Yarders had to testify against a man. No wait, make that a monster, John Watson thought as he was on his way 'man' was definitely too nice for that prick.

Shane Lundonderry had been the suspect in a case about 2 months ago. Not extraordinary probably if you didn´t know what the case was. There were thousands of criminal cases each year surely.

But this, this had been a case which had made John doubt humanity in general.

Now you see, Shane Lundonderry was rich. He had a reputation. Was well liked in the upper class of London. Nearly famous even. At least in some parts of the city. Towards the public he seemed to be the generous, a nice guy, who appeared at charity functions at the like.

Someone who liked to give back.

But there was also his other side. The side which helped to smuggle in illegal aliens for tremendous sums of money, then using the illegal people as slaves when they couldn´t pay up.

That alone should have been bad enough. But that wasn´t what had bothered John, no. Shane Lundonderry liked to take away the children of the people whom he had smuggled into the country. He told them they could act as payment. The families would never see their child again, as Shane sold them off to perverts to have fun with. Often he liked to participate in "sessions" as he called them, himself, joining his customers. He even had prided himself on his activities with others such as Sherlock who had been working undercover, trying to bring his perverse crimes to light.

The children never got out of a session alive. Lestrade had found the body of a 5 year old African girl which had been brutally tortured to death, and John had already had enough of this case after seeing the pictures.

And yet this man had gotten free in court today. Even though there had been evidence- enough to convict him three times. But said evidence had either vanished or had been tempered with practically overnight, and now it was useless. Add to that the reputation of a charity man and voilà: the poor, innocently accused man was born.

John had been close to barfing seeing this. Especially as the man immediately filed a restraining order against Sherlock after his non guilty verdict.

Sherlock had been livid as well. As had Lestrade, Anderson and Donovan, who all had been involved into the undercover operation as well. Such a mood had intensified the adversity between Sherlock and Donovan and they had spat at each other in the court corridor, not caring about being out in public. It had led to Lestrade restraining Sally and John restraining Sherlock before the fight got physical. Later Lestrade returned alone, telling them Donovan had already gone ahead towards the Yard. Greg had wanted to talk about further steps against Lundonderry and get something to eat together, but before that Sherlock had run off again.

And that was why John was pissed even more. The court case had been bad enough, but being left alone at the other end of London as well? Sherlock would get to hear something when he was home, that was for sure!

After catching a cab, John had opted to walk the last kilometre as they needed some groceries anyway. Even though he was pissed, John didn´t want to go without toast the following morning. And since hell would freeze over before Sherlock would go shopping, John decided he might as well give in.

So here he was, just about to enter Tesco´s not too far from Baker Street when he suddenly caught sight of some familiar brown locks walking down the street across the supermarket. He blinked. Yes there was the trade mark coat as well, still visible in the street lights of the November evening. Groceries forgotten, John ran after his friend intending to give him the talk of his lifetime.

How dare he run off again. Especially since it's only been three months that Sherlock had been back from being dead after his confrontation with Moriarty. John was pissed beyond belief. And this time he would make sure Sherlock actually felt it.

As John was on the other side of the street he ran ahead and temporarily lost sight of his friend, only to notice the consulting detective had vanished into a narrow alleyway. Walking down said alley he found himself on a parking lot loaded with shipping containers. A bit strange in the middle of town, but in London you never knew.

It turned out to be a place where one could rent storage space. John started to look around, trying not to seem too suspicious but he couldn´t seem to find his friend. Walking around he had searched for about ten minutes and was about to give up when he saw it. There, hidden in the back of the container lot, was a container with a door slightly open. Before Sherlock he might have ignored it, but nowadays he saw such things. Carefully looking around, he went on and ran towards the door as quickly as possible.

And he was right, the closer he got the more light he could see through the gap of the door.

Someone was in there!

Holding his breath, he readied himself for punching someone in case the person inside the container was not Sherlock and stepped inside.

Inside he nearly ran out again. He had found Sherlock. But his friend wasn´t alone, no, Shane Lundonderry was with him. Well, with him probably sounded too nice. It wasn´t as if the men were having a nice chat or a tête. Shane Lundonderry was tied to table, and Sherlock stood over him, completely dressed in something which looked like butcher clothes, holding a knife. The whole room was encased in plastic and it was clear instantly that Sherlock had prepared this room to kill him here.

Now with John entering, the Consulting Detective held up his hands, pressed the gag back in Shane´s protesting mouth and put the knife on the floor.

„Um, hello John." he greeted, just as the door was opened again, admitting an out of breath Donovan.

„Sherlock, we need to be careful. I just saw John sniffing around close to..." she stopped as she saw him. „Oh crap. He´s already here."

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So thoughts? Are you as shocked as poor John?