Sherlock burst through the station doors with John and Caitlin not too far behind clearly eager to start the interview, a few of the detectives including Lestrade, turned around in annoyance of being startled but then again, it was nothing new for Sherlock to do!

''Who are the suspects?'' Sherlock questioned, slowly walking up towards Lestrade who still had his focus on the suspects in the opposite room.

''Suspect,Sherlock, we are only questioning one at a time, slow down a little'' he grumbled in annoyance, Sherlock always seemed to be one step ahead of everyone else.

''Yes yes you tell me every time! now stop wasting time and tell me!'' Sherlock rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Lestrade bit his tongue clearly holding back some insult or remark ''Ethan Richards, 35 years old, work colleague of the woman who was identified as Lucy Barnes''.

Sherlock pressed his hands together and spun to look at Caitlin and John ''wait here and watch how it's really done, not how these useless people do it''.

Sherlock turned to walk off when he felt a hand drag him back and stop him by the shoulder, he turned to see Caitlin smirking ''I don't think so''.

''What?'' he questioned.

''Use your brain, Sherlock, that man is clearly a sleezbag, i thought even you would pick that up, John sure did'' she nudged John, who just nodded, looking smug.

''In a bit of a rush, Sherlock?'' he smirked.

''No i just don't understand why you stopped me to tell me that!'' he growled, stamping his foot.

''I stopped you because i'm going in!'' Caitlin retorted, crossing her arms.

Sherlock's eyes grew wide ''I think not! if that man is as sleazy as you say…'' he began to protest but was swiftly cut off.

''Exactly! we need information, nothing a little charm can't get!'' she smirked, flipping her hair.

John stifled a laugh causing Caitlin to glare at him, which Sherlock replied with a laugh too, causing her glare to snap to him.

''Whats so funny?'' she spat, her brown eyes piercing his blue eyes.

''What charm?'' John laughed.

''What he said'' Sherlock retorted, grinning.

Caitlin's eyes lit up, she took a step towards Sherlock so they were inches apart, she ripped her hair out of its messy bun causing her brown curls to fall around her face, fluttering her eyes noticing a few of the detectives, including Lestrade were now staring.

''I think we both know the answer to that, don't we?'' she grinned, stepping back she undone a button on her denim shirt, so her cleavage was one button away from popping out, normally she hated the attention, but seeing Sherlock trying to stop himself from drooling along with John(who was happy to show, apparently) and a few of the other detectives, it made her laugh.

''I…uh''' Sherlock stammered, for once he didn't know what to say, how could she do this? Caitlin grinned.

She walked in ruffling her hair as she did, she closed the door behind her and she could feel the suspect's eyes burning into her back, she fought back a grin, she was right, once again.

''Staring is going to get us no where, Mr Richards'' she spun around on her heel to face the man.

''Maybe not you'' he grinned, stroking the stubble on his face.

She walked over and placed her hands on the table leaning towards him ''how did you know miss Barnes?''.

''Work colleague'' was all the man said.

''Please, you were more than friends, I can see it in your eyes, friends with benefits?'' she grinned.

''We had a fling a couple of times'' he shrugged.

''She wanted more though, didn't she? I can see the look of irritation, yet regret?'' she questioned, lowering her tone.

''Mh, yeah, you seem to be educated in this topic?'' he questioned, flashing a smirk.

Caitlin grinned ''well i've had to deal with stuff like this before''.

''Speaking from experience then?'' he smirked leaning in to her.

''In sex? depends which way you mean'' she rolled her eyes, hating the fact he was trying to change the topic.

He leant in and put his hands onto of hers, she trailed her eyes down to his hands, rough, calloused , like mine he must handle horses, especially with those clothes.

Caitlin was about to open her mouth when she heard a bang on the window, rolling her eyes she sighed Sherlock, the jealous cat.

''Piss off Sherlock!'' she shouted towards the window, she couldn't see though as it was a one way window.

''Sherlock? as in Holmes?'' Ethan grumbled.

''Yep'' Caitlin growled.

''Oooh so what are you? Girlfriend? or part of his fan club or 'gang'?'' he laughed, sitting back into his char.

''What's it to you? and he has a fan club?'' she practically squealed at the end, this would be something she could tease him about.

A smile was beginning to form on her face when the doors burst open with a very embarrassed and pissed off Sherlock walking through.

''Getting a bit off topic here!'' he mumbled walking up to the table.

''Right..right, I'll save that for later'' she sniggered.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and shuffled ''So Mr Richards, what do you do for a living?''.

Caitlin scoffed ''Works with horses, of course''.

Sherlock snapped his gaze to Caitlin and scowled ''How did you deduce that?''.

Caitlin grinned ''Well theres two reasons, one, I have my own horse so can spot a fellow equestrian from a mile off and two, look at him, calloused hands, joggers,boots and a hoody''.

''And how does that signify he is an equestrian, as you say?'' Sherlock huffed.

''Because if we're not wearing tight ass jodhpurs we like to wear loose clothing, you know, It's a nice feeling'' she rolled her eyes in response, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

''Oh please, ho-'' Sherlock started to retort, but was cut off.

''She's right'' Ethan stated.

Sherlock crossed his arms in a huff ''lucky guess''.

''I thought you may of been a rider too'' Ethan added, his eyes darkening.

''How so?'' Caitlin braced herself for any remark that was about to come.

''Your ass'' he sat back and snook a glance to Sherlock, who did not look pleased in the slightest, ''but you knew that''.

''So I've been told before'' she sighed, running her hands through her hair.

''So, what involvement did you have with miss barnes?'' Sherlock questioned, swiftly changing the subject.

''Like i said, colleague, didn't have much to do with the horses, handled the drugs side of things'' Ethan shrugged.

''Like, Tranquillisers?'' Caitlin questioned.

''They aren't needed much but yes, when needed.'' he added.

''What yard did you both work for?'' Caitlin questioned, while Sherlock looked on looking a little dumbfounded with all the horse talk.

''Longstone'' was all he said.

Caitlin's face fell and her eyes grew dark, she lent over and placed her hands firmly on the table, inching her face towards his.

''So you remember?'' Ethan grinned.

Sherlock grew alarmed at the sight and stepped towards Caitlin ''remember what?''.

''That yard shut down years ago, It can't be'' she growled.

''So people thought, It never really was'' he shrugged.

''Remember what?'' Sherlock added, getting louder and more irritated.

''How did you know I'd know the place?'' she questioned, many emotions plastering her face all at once.

'' Your name is well known, clinics? connections? people?'' Ethan grinned, knowing he was getting to her.

''That doesn't answer my question'' she growled once again.

''Don't worry, he moved a long time ago'' he smirked.

Caitlin turned towards Sherlock ''I've got all i need, lets go'' and with that said she turned on her heel to walk out.

''Miss O'Neill?'' Ethan questioned.

Caitlin stopped and turned back around ''yes?'' .

''Save a horse, ride a cowboy, why ride your horse when you can ride me?'' he smirked, winking.

As soon as the last word left his mouth she turned around fist clenched and connected it with the end of his nose, sending him flying back down the chair.

''Because my horse can make me scream'' she snapped, turned back on her heel and stamped out past Sherlock, who was stood there smirking.

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