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Angels Take London-Prologue

It was raining in London, as usual. Two men sat in a café, waiting. The taller one sat in such a way that it would have caused many others to back off. Sitting rather stiffly, the other man sipped from his cup occasionally. On the television nearby, news played.

'A woman has mysteriously disappeared in Cardiff at around three o'clock yesterday morning. This is now the fifth time in three days that a person has gone missing in London. Police are stupefied …'

At that moment, another man sat down at the table.

'Lestrade,' the taller man greeted.

'Hello, Sherlock. Doctor Watson,' he added, towards the shorter man.

'Detective Inspector, this is about those missing people, isn't it?' said John Watson, his voice dropping down.

'Obviously,' Sherlock scoffed. 'Five people in three days, "mysteriously disappearing" all around the UK; there's seemingly no connection between any of those victims, the police don't know what to do as usual—'

'Sherlock,' John warned.

'So you've come to me.' Lestrade shifted in his seat.

'You've been looking for connections, though, haven't you?' the DI asked. The answer seemed affirmative. 'And?'

Sherlock didn't answer. Luckily, John did.

'Nothing.' He seemed a bit smug about that. 'He's been obsessing over it for days—'

'John, you exaggerate,' Sherlock added in quickly.

'And he's found no connection between those victims whatsoever.' Sherlock rolled his eyes, maneuvering his scarf around his neck.

'I'll keep looking,' he said, getting up. 'And I will find something,' he finished, solemnly.

'Cas. Cas!' A fair-haired man yelled out in the darkness. The person in front of him stopped, a serious expression on his face. 'Do you mind explaining to us why you zapped us all the way across the world?'

'I'm concerned, Dean.' The trench-coated man's voice was gravelly. 'People are disappearing. All over the world, not just in London.'

'Then why bring us here, then?' another man asked. His hazel-green eyes looked brown in the alleyway. He bore a resemblance to the first speaker.

'The activity is stronger here. I can sense it.'

'Well, what is it then?' The man—Dean—asked, somewhat impatient. The angel turned around to face them.

'I don't know. It's nothing we've faced before.'

'That's a fat lot of help,' Dean retorted, to no one in particular.

'Dean.' The tallest man started to follow Castiel. 'Come on. We'll find a place to stay tonight, then research tomorrow.'

With a whooshing sound, the TARDIS materialized in London.

The Doctor was alone this time.

He hated that feeling.

He missed Rory and Amy. Manhattan had certainly shook things up for him. And now that he had heard that the Angels had started to travel around the world …

He had to do something about it.

So ... first fanfic! Please review, and in them, please let me know whether or not I should continue. Everyone who does gets a free, invisible cookie!

Aeluria