A/N: Oh yeah with this chapter I top 50,000 words! :D Well here you go! ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I would say something very clever about how I don't own Supernatural or Sherlock but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind :)

Chapter 18

"Sammy!" Deanna yelled from across the flat.

"What is it Deanna?" Sam responded.

"I'm bored." She groaned leaning back in her chair.

"That's your problem not mine." Sam responded.

"But Sammy!" She whined leaning farther back in her chair. "It's so boring here! Come on let's do something!"

"Do what?"

"I don't know, let's just do something."

"But what about Sherlock and John?"

Deanna made a whining kind of noise. "You're a grown up now Sammy, you don't have to worry about what they think."

"But won't they be worried when they come back to find us gone?"

"That's why we'll leave a note!"

Sam groaned in defeat. He knew that there was no way he was going to win the argument against his sister. Besides he probably needed some fresh air anyway.

"Alright, we'll go somewhere."

Deanna cheered in victory. She moved to get up but ended up falling out of the chair. Sam laughed at her and she gave him her best bitch face.

"Not funny Sam."

"You're right, it's totally not funny. It's hilarious!"

Deanna picked up a couch cushion and threw it at Sam, though he easily dodged it.

"You'll have to do better than that." He said as another cushion hit him in the head.

"What was that for?"

"Laughing at me. Now come on. Let's go."

"We still don't know where we're going." Sam pointed out.

Deanna rolled her eyes. "We'll figure it out."

Deanna scribbled down a note for Sherlock and John and practically dragged Sam out the door.

When Sherlock and John got back to the flat they were surprised to find it empty. At first they thought that something might've happened to Sam and Deanna but then they found the note.

Gone out. Be back later. -Deanna

Sherlock ignored the note and flopped down on the couch.

"Tell me if I'm needed." He said. He put his hands in the prayer position and began staring off into space. John however knew that he'd gone to his 'mind palace'. John deciding that he would probably be ignored for at least the next hour grabbed his laptop and opened up his blog.

He was surprised to find an email notification.

Dear John.

I figured that it'd be best to email you rather than Sherlock even though it is his assistance I require. I don't even know how to begin to explain what's been going on, and I don't know if you'll even believe me. But I need help and you're the only people who I think could. Please can you help me?

-Georgia

"Sherlock!" John yelled.

Sherlock looked over to John clearly annoyed that he'd been interrupted. "What?"

"We have a case."

Sherlock perked up at the mention of a case and ran over to the computer. He quickly scanned the email.

"I need to talk to her." He said suddenly.

"Alright, I'll email her back and ask."

Hello Georgia.

We got your email and Sherlock seems interested in taking up your case even though we still don't know what it is. Could you perhaps come by Baker St so we could talk to you?

-John Watson.

It was barely 10 minutes later that he got his reply.

Yes I can come by Baker St. I'll be there around three. -Georgia.

Meanwhile Sam and Deanna.

Sam and Deanna had decided to visit the tower of London. There was no real reason why they chose there they just sort of did. Unfortunately they'd chosen to go during the peak tourist hour.

"Ugh, this line is so slow!" Deanna complained.

"I know!" Sam agreed.

There was one thing both of them hated doing. Waiting in lines. They'd already been waiting a good half an hour how long does it take to get to the front of the ticket line?

Sam and Dean were just about to give up and leave the line when they heard the people behind them discussing something rather interesting.

"Look Kate, what happened to Lucy is tragic but that's no reason to keep Hamish out of school."

"But Josie it's something about that school. Haven't you noticed how many kids who go there have been dying lately?"

"It's just a coincidence Kate, my daughter goes there and she's fine."

"But for how long?"

Sam and Deanna chose that moment to turn around. "Hello, we couldn't help but overhearing. FBI." Sam said flashing his FBI badge.

"What happened to your daughter?" Deanna asked flashing her badge similar to how Sam had just done.

"She was killed!" The woman who must've been Kate said.

The other woman Josie rolled her eyes. "She's just being paranoid."

"What happened?" Deanna repeated.

Josie rolled her eyes. "Kate's daughter Lucy was at my house for sleepover. I don't know what happened exactly but during the night my daughter Sarah ran into my room telling me to call 911. I rushed into the bedroom where they'd been sleeping and found Lucy slumped down on the floor struggling to breathe. I called the ambulance but she died before they got there."

Deanna nodded. "Did Lucy have a history of breathing problems?"

"No." Kate answered. "She had no medical problems. No allergies, no nothing! She was in perfect health. So tell me, officer how does a child in perfect health die with no known explanation?"

"Is it possible that she could've gotten sick and you were just unaware?" Sam asked.

Josie laughed. "There's no way that could've happened. Lucy is a doctor, and an overprotective mother."

Deanna nodded. She looked over at Sam unsure if they should continue to question the two women. Sam just shrugged.

"You mentioned that other kids at the school have been dying lately." Sam said suddenly.

"Yeah I did."

"Do you know how any of those kids died?"

"No sorry, why do you think it could be connected?"

"We have to explore every possibility. Could you tell me the names of those kids?"

"Yeah sure."

Kate pulled a pen and paper from her purse and began to write down the names of the other kids that had died. When she finished she handed the paper over to Sam. Sam scanned the paper and nodded.

"Thank you for your time miss." Sam said.

"It was no trouble it's not like this line is moving anyway." She joked.

After turning away from the women Sam and Deanna shared a look.

"Looks like we have a case Sammy!" Deanna said delightedly.

"Wow no shit Sherlock." Sam said sarcastically.

"You still want to go to the tower of London?" Deanna asked.

"No, it'll be at least another half hour before we get to the front of the line anyway."

"Alright then. We have a case to solve!"

Deanna and Sam scanned the list of the other children that had died. When they looked it up it showed that all the children had died within the past two months. On the list there had been 10 children well 11 including Kate's daughter. After cross checking the children they decided to go visit the parents of the closest child.

When they got to the house they stared in awe. It was practically a mansion! Sam and Deanna went up to the door and rang the bell. It wasn't long until someone answered. A man dressed in a nice suit answered the door.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

"We're looking for..." Deanna looked down at her piece of paper. "The parents of Sophie Smith."

"I'm her dad." The man said.

"Is your wife home Mr Smith?"

"Yes. What is this about?"

"We're from the FBI. We're investigating the deaths that have been happening at the school which Sophie attended and hers is on our list. Do you mind if we come inside?"

"No, come on in." The man said opening the door wider.

Sam and Deanna stepped inside. The house was huge and incredibly well kept.

"Come with me." The man said leading them towards what they guessed to be the living room. A woman (obviously the man's wife) was sitting on the couch watching some cooking show.

"Hello honey, we have some guests."

The woman scanned Sam and Deanna in confusion. "Who are you?" She asked bluntly.

"We're from the FBI." Sam supplied.

"Oh? Why are you here?"

"We're investigating the deaths that have happened recently at your daughters old school."

"Oh." She said, rather dumbstruck.

"Would you mind if we asked you and your husband a couple of questions?"

"Not at all. Take a seat." She said gesturing the couch.

"No we're fine thank you."

"If you insist."

"How old was your daughter when she died?" Sam asked.

"14."

"How did she die?" Deanna asked suddenly.

Sam shot her a look. "Deanna" he warned.

"No, it's fine." The woman said. "She died during the night. We don't really know what happened he heard her scream and found her clutching her head in pain. She was in tears. We tried to ask her what was wrong but anything she said was incoherent and she kept screaming about how there was someone behind us. There wasn't anyone there. She kept telling us to turn around or to turn the police as there was someone there but there wasn't anyone. Then suddenly she started backing away telling an invisible thing to get away from her. A-and then she just stopped. We thought that all her screaming had just been that she was still trapped in the nightmare. We thought she'd gotten out of the nightmare, we left. When we came to wake up for school in the morning she was dead."

Deanna had a look of pure horror on her face. "You're telling me that your daughter was screaming her head off because she thought that there was something there and you just left her when she stopped?" She said angrily. "What kind of parent does that to a child?" Deanna yelled.

"Calm down Deanna, they didn't know."

"They should've." She hissed.

"Look what's done is done. Did she describe the thing that she was seeing?"

"No."

"Does she have any medical problems that could've caused her to hallucinate?"

"No, but she hadn't been sleeping well before she died. She kept having nightmares."

"How long before she died did they start?"

"A week. Why?"

"A theory." Sam said clearly unsure how to answer. "Alright I think we have everything we need to know now. Have a good afternoon." Sam said as he turned to leave.

Deanna still appeared annoyed at how they'd treated their child. "Deanna, we're leaving." Sam said.

"Alright." Deanna said but she didn't make any effort to move. Sam sighed.

"If you don't come with me then I guess I can't buy you pie."

"Alright, I'm coming!" She said moving towards the door. Just before she left she did the 'I'm watching you' hand gesture at them. Sam just grabbed her and pulled her out the door, giving the two childless parents an apologetic look.

We now return to Sherlock and John.

At exactly 3pm John heard the sound of knocking on the downstairs door. He rushed down the stairs to answer it knowing that it must be Georgia. When he opened the door he was greeted by a young girl who looked around 19. She had frizzy blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes.

"Can I come in?" She asked.

"Sure thing." John said. He led her upstairs to the flat. Once inside the flat she sat down in 'the chair where they sit' as John calls it.

"Hello Georgia." Sherlock said.

"Oh my gosh! You're Sherlock Holmes!"

"Yes, you have a case. What is it?"

"Right. My case." She said clearly distracted.

"Tell us about it." Sherlock ordered.

"Alright, well it happened last week. My younger sister was staying with me for the weekend. She's been really stressed with university lately and hasn't been sleeping properly so I offered to have her over for the night as her roommate was getting pissed off by it. It started off normally, we watched movies and ate junk food, you know normal things people do at sleepovers. But then she fell asleep. Just as I was almost asleep she yelled at me to come quick. I ran over to her and she had five huge scratches in her stomach. She was bleeding so heavily. I called an ambulance but- but they didn't make it. She- she died in my arms as I tried to stop the bleeding."

"How old is your sister?"

"Eighteen."

"Did she have any enemies that could've done this to her?"

"None that I know of."

"Before she died did she say anything to you?"

"No, it was all incoherent and delirious."

"Alright, can I have a look at the place where she died?"

"Y-yes."

Suddenly Sam and Deanna burst into the room soaked to the bone. "We're back!" Deanna shouted.

Sherlock and John shared a look. It was then that Deanna noticed Georgia.

"Who's the chick?"

"This is Georgia."

"Let me guess, another case?"

"Yes."

"Cool! Me and Sammy have a case as well."

Georgia stared dumbfounded at Deanna. "Who are you?"

"Deanna Watson at your service." Deanna said holding out her hand. Georgia reluctantly shook it.

"So Georgia... what's your story?"

"Huh?"

"You know. All the clients come in here with their stories and Sherlock and John decide whether or not they want your case. Is your story even remotely interesting?"

"Umm."

That's when Sam decided to step in. He grabbed Deanna by the wrist and began dragging her towards the bathrooms.

"I'm so sorry about her! We just came in to get a change of clothes, we'll be out of here soon."

"It's fine Sam." Sherlock said. "We're leaving soon as well."

"We are?" John asked.

"Of course we are! We have to see the murder scene!'

"Oh."

"Georgia, lead the way!"

"Okay?" She said confused.

Georgia took them downstairs and they hailed a cab to where she lived. When they eventually got to her 'house' well more like apartment she took them up the stairs and into her living area. She pointed to the unmade sofa bed and said "This is where it happened."

"You still haven't changed the sheets?" John asked.

"No, I was hoping to preserve the evidence for the police but they wouldn't take the case!"

"Why not?"

"They were busy with the 'spontaneous combustion's'."

"Right." was all Sherlock said.

Sherlock began walking around the room in a similar fashion as to one of a cat. He would occasionally bend down to examine something then stand back up again. John tried to make small talk with Georgia as Sherlock did 'his thing'. Suddenly Sherlock's head shot up.

"Oh, oh, oh! This is brilliant!"

"What is?" John asked.

"This!" Sherlock said gesturing to the room around him.

"Care to explain?"

"Look around you John, what's the one obvious thing that sticks out?"

John scanned the room. "The sofa bed?"

"No!"

"The blood?"

"No!"

"What then?"

"The clock."

"The clock?"

"Georgia, can you tell me what time your sister died?"

"Somewhere around 1:30am."

"What time did you find her?"

"I think it would've been about 1:20am. Why?"

"The clock. It froze."

"It shouldn't have. I only bought it two weeks ago."

"Look at the time it's frozen on."

John and Georgia both looked at the frozen clock. The time on it was exactly 1:16am.

"What's the significance of that?"

"The other clocks have all frozen at that time. Look."

Sure enough every clock in the house had frozen at 1:16am. But the question still remained. Why 1:16am?

Back to Sam and Deanna... again.

"Who's next on the list?" Deanna asked shifting from foot to foot.

"Wait a second Deanna! I'm freezing!"

"It's not my fault you decided to jump into that river."

"You're the one who pushed me!" Sam accused.

"I didn't 'push' you." Deanna said innocently.

"Yeah you did."

"You're the one who wanted and I quote 'a closer look'."

"That didn't mean you had to push me!"

"Whatever. We got evidence did we not?"

"We did not."

"Right..."

"Right, now all we know is that all these kids have been dying unexplained and they all seem to go to the same school."

"Maybe there's something we're missing?"

"But what?"

"I don't know! You're the genius!"

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Sam laughed and threw a towel over at Deanna. "Dry yourself off."

Deanna caught the towel with ease and laughed. "Sure thing Sammy." She said with a sarcastic smirk.

Sam laughed. For once everything seemed somewhat okay. They were investigating together, he was finally getting to spend time with his sister again. Sam heard a knock sound from the door.

"I'll get it." He offered.

"Kay kay." She said.

Sam left the room and went downstairs to answer the door. He got the fright of his life when he opened it. Standing in the doorway was none other than Ruby.

"Hiya, Sam."

"Ruby? What are you doing here? Get out before Deanna sees you."

"Before I see who?" Deanna asked from behind him.

Sam turned around and saw none other than his sister standing behind him. Deanna appeared to be studying Ruby trying to decide whether or not she was a threat.

"Deanna! What are you doing down here?" Sam asked like a blundering idiot.

"I came down to see who was at the door."

"Well you've seen now... Go back upstairs."

"No." Deanna said determinedly. "I want to see what my lil bro is hiding from me."

"Please Deanna." Sam said desperately.

Deanna ignored him. She pushed past him to get a better view of Ruby.

"Hello I'm Deanna."

"I'm Ruby."

Deanna and Ruby were both now staring at each other trying to read each other. Sam knew that Deanna would probably somehow find out his secret. He just knew it! Or maybe she'd work out what Ruby was first and try and kill her, or the other way around.

In short, Sam was royally screwed.

A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNNNNNNN! I hope you enjoyed reading that chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Honestly this idea just came to me one day and it wouldn't let go so I wrote it. I love this chapter so much :D And you guys get a lovely cliffhanger! :D Well see you next chapter! Also feel free to make any suggestions for characters you want included. Well yeah that's about it. LATERZ!