Author Note: This is my first attempt at a Sherlock/Torchwood crossover. Actually it's my first attempt to write a story based on either series as well. I would really appreciate reviews, Negative or Positive, both are appreciated. If I do something wrong or that you don't like please tell me, but please refrain from being rude. There will be more chapters I promise.
**I do not own any of the characters in this story**
"Well? How much of the life story can you tell us?" Anderson said in a sarcastic tone.
"We already know she was an office worker, though her clothes suggest she was a part time runner. She had a dog judging by the hairs on her clothes, maybe a cat too, but most likely just the dog. As for her wounds..." Sherlock stared puzzled at the gaping claw marks that stretched across her torso.
"You're puzzled aren't you? Well this is a monumental moment. Someone take a picture." John said. "You haven't the slightest idea what killed her? Maybe we should try to solve crimes in Cardiff more often." Suddenly three people, two men and one woman, stepped out of a large black SUV, one carrying what appeared to be a crime scene kit.
The taller of the two men, a guy with dark hair and a vintage looking military coat, pulled a badge out of his pocket and held it out for the police to see. The cop waved him under the crime scene tape and they walked straight toward the body. "Everyone out of the way." Everyone quickly moved back and went on to do other jobs, except for Sherlock and John. "Are you deaf? I said out of the way."
"Excuse me but, who are you to tell us to get out of the way?" Said John slowly starting to feel angry.
The woman, a girl of average height with long black hair, stepped forward and said, "We are Torchwood and unless you want to get tazed I expect you get out of the way." John stepped to the side to allow them access to the body, but Sherlock stood and stared the woman straight in the eye.
"We don't move for anyone. This is my case now you can feel free to assist in the investigation but, by no means will this be your case."
Lestrade stepped forward. "Sherlock these are people you don't refuse."
John laughed. "Well Sherlock isn't someone you refuse either."
The other man, a guy with dark hair in a suit, spoke next. "It seems we are at an impasse. What do you suggest Captain?"
The same man who told everyone to leave spoke again. "If he wants to help let him. Though I doubt he will be helpful." All of the police workers around started to laugh.
"Sherlock, not helpful? This man is smarter than anyone else I know."
"Yes and this is why all of you need to stay away from my case."
"Well, I think that we will conduct this investigation and you can simply help. Plus how do we know you are so smart?" Jack smiled and stared at Sherlock waiting for an answer.
Sherlock quickly scanned him learning as much as possible in under a minute. "You're an american. The coat and your posture suggests you were in the military but, everything else about you says it was much more complicated than that. You look to be in your late thirties, early forties, but the look in your eyes suggest you are much older. Judging by the fact I can smell your cologne on him it suggest you two are either in a relationship or sleeping together." Ianto looked at his feet, how could he possible deduce that we are together?
"Hit the nail on the head, Sherlock." Jack laughed. "Can you read everyone like that?"
"I usually read more, but everything about you seems to contradict itself." Sherlock said still scanning him.
"I don't believe any of this Jack." Gwen said glaring at Sherlock.
"Well I have believed much stranger things. This is the most normal thing we have seen in months." Jack turned to Sherlock. "Allow me to introduce the team. This is Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, and myself Captain Jack Harkness." He outstretched his hand toward Sherlock.
Sherlock shook his hand quickly and waved John forward. "Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson."
"You're a doctor?" Jack asked shaking John's hand.
"Military Doctor, actually."
"We have been looking to recruit a doctor to come work at Torchwood for a few weeks now. Our last one, Owen, he... You know what never mind him."
"You're extremely horrible at hiding when someone has died. Was it a work accident?"
"Yes as a matter of fact. How about we all head back to the Hub and talk about the case. We'll all fit in the SUV."
"You go ahead I'll follow." Sherlock turned and walked toward the main road to get a cab.
"I guess I'll ride with you guys then." John followed Jack, Ianto, and Gwen back to the SUV and they all headed toward the Hub.
