A/N: Hello! Quick update this time because I've honestly had nothing to do other than write this fic. I'm not quite sure if 'Master tape' is a real thing though because I was trying to spell something else and got autocorrected. Anyway... I hope you like this chapter :D

Chapter 7

Very rarely they got a call from Mycroft to give them a case. It could've been because he knew that they were usually in America rather than London now days. They had all been very surprised when Mycroft had called to give them a case. A locked room murder to be exact.

Standing in the middle of the room Sherlock had to admit that it had been pulled off incredibly well. There was no sign of a forced entry or a break in. When the body had been discovered the alarm had still been on. It was hard to tell what had killed the victim. According to the owner of the building who'd found the victim she'd been in pieces all over the floor with her heart missing. To her it looked like an animal attack but the lunar cycle was entirely wrong for it to have been a werewolf.

"Got any master tape?" Deanna asked suddenly.

John pulled some out of his bag and handed it to her. She knelt down onto the floor and began placing the tape. To the others it looked like she was playing connect the dots with the victim's blood. While she was doing so Sherlock tried to theorize as to how the murder could've been done.

"Locked room murders always tricky. There are usually three possible solutions as to where the murderer could be with them. Possibility one they're still in the room. Possibility two they're in the vents. Possibility three they're in the walls. Hmm..."

John who had been ignoring Sherlock's theorizing suddenly said to Deanna "This is ridiculous. What are you expecting to find by connecting the dots?'

Deanna finished her task and stepped back to admire her work. She smiled at it. Once the blood splatters had been connected they formed the shape of Z with a circle through the middle.

"What do I expect to find? How about that?" She said pointing at the symbol on the ground.

Sam pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of it. "I don't recognise this symbol."

"Looks like it's your lucky day then Sammy! You, John and Sherlock can hit the books while I go out and find some more information on our victim."

Sam rolled his eyes. "So basically while you roam bars flirting with guys."

"I don't like to call it flirting... I prefer to call it gathering information on a more personal level."

"Whatever jerk."

"Bitch!"

John and Sherlock had gone out to the library to research. Sam had gone back to the motel alone. The motel was very quiet when he was all alone. It wasn't very long after he'd pulled out his laptop that his phone began ringing. He checked the caller ID. It was Deanna. He answered it.

"Hey sis."

"Hey Sammy."

The silence over the phone became rather awkward. Sam decided to break it.

"So why are you calling me?"

"Neither Sherlock or John would pick up."

"Well they're busy doing research. I am too, so unless it's important, I'm going to hang up now."

"Wait!" Deanna said rather urgently.

"Why?"

"Just come down here... Preferably soon."

"Fine then."

"Thanks Sammy."

"Bye."

"See you soon bitch!"

"Jerk."

Sam hung up his phone. What could be so urgent that Deanna was actually telling him to come to a bar? She never did that. 'Oh Deanna, what have you gotten yourself into this time?' He thought to himself as he left.

When he arrived at the bar Deanna waved him over to her. He went over to her and sat down at the table.

"Why did you call me here?"

"You see that chick over there?" Deana said pointing to a girl with short blonde hair in a purple jacket.

"Yes?"

"She's been following me since I left the murder scene."

"So?"

"Go talk to her!"

"Why me?"

"Because I don't swing that way Sammy."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You do know that talking to other people in a bar doesn't always have to be in a flirtatious manner? You could always just talk to her."

"No. You need to go talk to her. Go."

"Why are you so insistent that I do it?"

Deanna just stood up and grabbed Sam's wrist pulling him out of his seat and pushed him towards the mysterious woman. Sam looked back at Deanna with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. Deanna just put her thumbs up and mouthed 'go get her tiger.'

Sam reluctantly walked over to the woman and sat down beside her. "Is this seat taken?"

"No."

"My name's Sam by the way."

"Meg."

"Nice to meet you Meg."

"Nice to meet you two Sam. Would you care to explain to me while that girl over there." She said pointing to Deanna. "Is watching us like she's expecting us to suddenly start making out?"

"Uh... yeah.. That girl over there is my sister."

"Oh, did she try and set you up with me?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm not interested. I'm just here on a road trip."

"Cool, where did you come from?"

"California. The weather was a lot nicer there." Meg looked down at her watch and said "Well it was nice meeting you Sam, but I really must get going. I'm meeting some friends tonight and I really can't be late."

"Nice meeting you too."

She left the bar and Sam walked back over to Deanna. "See, you can talk to people in non flirtatious way."

"She's up to something."

"What? What makes you say that?"

"Couldn't you see it!? Before you came in here she was looking at me in such a creepy way. She was just watching me even when you came, she was still watching us. Also didn't you notice that when she was talking to you she was looking everywhere but into your eyes. A clear sign she was lying. Then there's the way she left. That excuse she gave you, it had way more detail than necessary. She could've just said 'Oh I have to go, it was nice meeting you.' But no. Remember what Sherlock told us? Only lies have detail."

"Calm down Shelock Holmes. We already have one Sherlock, we don't need another."

"Look Sammy, whether believe me or not but that girl is up to something."

"Repeating a lie doesn't make it anymore true."

"If you're so sure I'm lying, follow her. See where she goes. Then tell me that I'm a liar."

"Fine then I will."

Sam followed Meg to an alleyway. Once in the alleyway Meg opened a door hidden amongst the graffitied walls. After waiting a little bit Sam followed her. After at first being unable to see her he found that they was a broken down elevator shaft. He climbing up the walls and hid. He could see Meg.

Meg held a goblet and was chanting some latin spell into it. When she stopped she waiting for a bit then Sam could hear her talking.

"I don't think you should come."

She paused to listen to something.

"Because the hunters, they're in town. I didn't know that-"

It sounded like she'd been cut off by whatever she was communicating with.

"Yes sir. Yes- I'll be here. Waiting for you."

When she finished the call she set down the goblet and left the room. Sam pulled himself from his hiding place and looked around the room. In the middle of the room was an altar. The altar had some very strange and unusual objects on it such as human hearts and ancient items. But what stood out most of all was the fact that right in the middle of the altar the same symbol from the crime scene had been drawn in blood.

"What the hell?"

Suddenly he heard Meg's voice. "Who's there?"

He scampered out of the room.

When Sam got back to the motel he found that everyone had returned. Deanna was leaning back in a chair drinking a can of beer. Sherlock and John appeared to be discussing something. Sam cleared his throat and they all turned to look at him.

"Glad to see we're all here. Who wants to go first?"

No one volunteered to Deanna put up her hand. "Ok I'll go first. So Sam you know how you followed Meg... Well about that. Her name is Meg Masters but last year she reportedly went missing after being kicked out of college. But the thing is before that she was nothing but good."

"So she's possessed?" John asked.

"Seems like it." Deanna responded.

"That actually makes sense." Sam said. "I followed her for you Deanna and you were right, she's certainly up to something. She was talking into a goblet to I'd presume her boss. Also she had an altar which had the symbol from the crime scene on it. She was probably casting some sort of spell with it."

"So now we know vaguely who Meg is and that she is somehow connected to the crime. All we need to know now is what did it."

John smiled and said "Then I guess it's our turn to share. Sherlock..."

"That symbol from the crime scene is Zoroastrian. It's a very ancient sigil, like 2000 years before Christ. It's a sigil used to summon a Daeva."

"What's a Daeva?"

"It translates as 'demon of darkness.' Their Zoroastrian demons, and their savage, animalistic. Kind of like demonic pit-bulls. Anyway here's the thing, Daeva's need to be controlled, probably by our lovely friend Meg. But it's pretty risky, they tend to bite the hand that feeds them..."

'And the arms, and the torso." John added

"So what do they look like?"

"Well that's the thing nobody knows. They haven't been seen for a couple of millenium."

"Great. So how are we supposed to kill these sons of bitches?" Deanna asked.

"That's the tricky part... We have no clue."

"Great."

"So what's the plan?" Sam asked.
"Well, let's go find out who she's meeting."

"Okay then, it may be suicide but hey, what the hell?"

Sneaking into Meg's hideout was a lot easier than it should've been. There was no way that it should've been that easy. They climbed the elevator shaft and subtly pulled open the gate so they could climb through. They ran and hid behind some crates.

Out of nowhere Meg's voice sounded. "Really guys, hidings a bit childish isn't it? Why don't you come out?"

Deanna cocked her shotgun then stepped out of the shadows and faced Meg head on. "Where's your little Daeva friend?"

Meg caught sight of Deanna's gun and laughed. "That shotgun's not going to do you much use."

"It's not for the Daeva."

"Oh you brought that thing for little old me?"

Sam stepped out of the shadows and joined his sister. "So Meg, who are you waiting for?"

"You."

Without warning they were all flung back into the wall. 'Damn demons.' John thought.

Being tied up is never a fun experience, especially when you're being held hostage by a demon. Sherlock began working at freeing has hands from the knots with his fantabulous skills in escapism. Deanna, Sam and John had began trying to cut themselves free.

"So all of that was a trap? You knew I'd followed you so you just laid the bait."

"That's right Sammy, all of this was a trap to lead you here."

"You killed those innocent people for nothing?"

"Hey, I've killed a lot more for a lot less."

"You bitch!" Deanna yelled at her.

Meg pulled out Deanna's shotgun and smiled at her. "I may be a bitch, but I'm a bitch with a gun."

John spoke up. "So you've trapped us, now what? Why don't you just kill us already?"

"What's the fun in that? Besides I'm not going to kill you. Oh no, I don't want to get my hands dirty. My Daeva's will take care of that for me."

"It's going to take more than a shadow to bring us down." Deanna said cockily.

"Oh no, The Daeva's aren't just shadows. Their shadows are just the only part of them that you see. In fact they're in the room right now, just waiting to feast."

"Why are you doing this?" Sam asked.

"The same reason you live this life Sammy. Loyalty. Love. Like the love you have to mummy and Jess."

"Go to hell." John said with furry burning in his eyes.

"Baby I'm already there."

Suddenly Sherlock broke free from the ropes trapping him.

"Sherlock, the altar!"

Sherlock knocked over the altar. Meg yelled in disgust. "Oh you son of a bitch, now you've done it. You're going to regret this." She said as she was dragged across the floor and out the window by the Daeva's. Sherlock pulled out his phone and called Lestrade.

"Hello Lestrade?"

"Sherlock? I haven't heard from you in ages."

"Yes. Can you send some police and an ambulance over here."

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"Yes we're fine, we just got kidnapped. It's just the kidnapper she's gotten herself rather injured."

"What happened to her?"

"She fell out of a window."

When Lestrade arrived and found Meg lying on the ground he stared at Sherlock in shock.

"Exactly how many times did she fall out of the window?"

"Oh it was all a bit of a blur detective inspector... I lost count."

As they left the scene in favour of going back to Baker St they failed to notice something. Something very important. You see the ambulance hadn't arrived yet and Meg was in no mood to be locked inside a hospital room. They made one fatal flaw when they left, one that could just cost them their lives.

They failed to notice that Meg was in fact, still alive.

A/N: Yes cliffhanger! I like my cliffhangers! I don't know when the next chapter will go up... It probably won't be too long of a wait.