Werewolf in London
Molly Hooper was shocked to see such attractive men in her part of the hospital. Usually men like these types are never near her section of Bart's. They were wearing nice suits and came in flashing badges, American FBI. Molly wasn't the only one that had noticed these two men as they came into the morgue. Everyone was a little bit skeptical of their badges but they let them through anyway.
"Can we please see the Holmes case? We got a call. It matches a killer we've been tracking, leaving six other bodies just like this one. It's a priority we see it," The taller of the two said. Molly did as she was told and lead them to wear the body was. Molly stood there uncomfortably as the two began to look over the body carefully.
"I knew her…she was nice…not like most women these days so full of themselves…"
"That's great…uh…do you mind? We've got a lot to go through and you're kind of in our way," The shorter one said. Molly excused herself and let them get to work. The brothers worked quickly deducing what they could. She was pretty, from what they could tell of what's left of her. She had blonde hair and blue eyes but that was about all they could tell. She was torn up pretty good, and her heart was missing.
"It's him alright, look what he left in place of her heart…," Sam Winchester said to his brother dawning gloves and reaching into her chest cavity to pull out a small gold ring. It wasn't like any of the jewelry she had on her, that was all silver and white gold.
"Dean, she's wearing silver. I bet she got him a little bit with that."
"She clearly fought back, look at all these defensive wounds. I bet he got more than he was reckoning with her," Dean said almost scoffing. This werewolf they were hunting was giving them a lot of trouble. He slaughtered six women all over America and jumped ship to London to start anew when the brothers were hot on his tail. He was cunning, wasn't like most werewolves, he killed for fun. Most just killed the people they got angry with. They had him pegged he just kept slipping from their grasps.
"So now we just have to figure out where in hell in London this asshole would go..," Dean sighed as the two mulled over their next move. Little did they know that they were about to have some company.
"Sherlock, I can't let you in there," Molly said grabbing his arm and trying to pull him back. John watched confused as to what was going on. Sherlock resisted a little but didn't want to hurt Molly.
"Why can't I go in there? I'm in here all the time, I have to see her!"
"I can't let you. There's an investigation going on in there," Molly pleaded. Sherlock stopped his eyes bewildered at her statement. John too jumped in, there should be nothing going on, so why was someone looking into her case?
"An investigation? Lastrade told us that he would personally oversee her case. So who is looking into it?"
"Two FBI agents, they said they've got a match on her killer and that the guy has killed six more before her…," Molly stammered. Still in his black suit from the funeral he stormed in Lastrade's badge ready to go. John tried to hold him back but there was no stopping him. He burst through the door and in that moment John was so relieved he didn't have a gun. The two men jumped out of their skin and Sherlock came barreling through the door of the morgue ready to do whatever he had to in order to keep this case safe. He couldn't protect her in life, but he needed this.
"Sir, you can't be in here, you are impeding a federal investigation," Dean lied holding up his badge. Sherlock whipped Lastrade's badge out in return and stared the two down. John watched anxiously with Molly.
"Detective Inspector Lastrade, you have no jurisdiction over this case. This case belongs to Scotland Yard. Let me see your badges," Sherlock demanded. They did as they were told in exchange for the badge that Sherlock was holding. He examined the badges quickly, didn't take him too long to see that they were fake. They realized right away that Sherlock was also not who he said he was.
"These are fake," Sherlock said with a half smile. Dean returned a cocky grin and gave Sherlock his badge back.
"And you are clearly not Detective Lastrade, so it seems we're at an impasse. What are you doing here?" Sam said getting defensive. Sherlock took a step forward and John thrusted a hand forward to stop him. Dean raised his eyebrows and there was a long paused. Finally Sherlock sighed.
"Sherlock Holmes, and if you don't mind I'd really appreciate it if you left my wife's case alone. I have the real Detective Inspector Lastrade's permission to conduct an investigation concerning her unusual death."
"Well we actually can help each other here because we know what did it," Sam tried to reason. Sherlock's eyes narrowed and he got a deep scowl on his face.
"You said 'what' not 'who'…what do you know..?" Sherlock said growing more suspicious by the minute. The boys were not keen on his sudden attitude change.
"Is there some place we could talk a little bit more privately?" Sherlock reluctantly gave them his address and he and John left. Molly stopped them halfway out of the hallway confused and slightly terrified.
"Who were those men Sherlock? What do they want with Gwen's case?"
"Not now Molly, something big is at hand here and we are right at the cusp of it," Sherlock shouted as he took off at a sprint. He had to do some research on these Winchesters and find out if he could trust them or not. In the cab back to Baker Street John began to question Sherlock.
"Are you sure that we can trust these Americans? Maybe they are in on it…?"
"They seemed awfully jumpy didn't they?" Sherlock mused. He was silent clear until after they arrived to Baker Street. He was spinning with all sorts of thoughts from the day as he walked up the stairs and got onto his laptop. John tried to talk to him but he was far too focused to pay him any heed.
"Do you think it's safe to go? What if it's a trap or something?" Dean asked having some serious doubts. This Sherlock Holmes character was sort of troublesome in Dean's book and after the whole Bella ordeal he had stopped trusting Brits.
"Dean, this is his wife's case and he has a lot of say with the police. I don't think we have a choice. We have to help him out if we don't want to get kicked out of the country. I can't let this werewolf continue to run free and kill more women, can you? This is not our turf, so we have to play by the rules alright?" Sam said as he went back to his computer screen. He wanted to know as much as he possibly could about Sherlock before they talked with him.
"So what do we tell him? The man is clearly a man of science how do we prove to him we are complete lunatics?" Dean asked. Sam pondered for a bit. That was one thing he hadn't really considered.
"Well, there's always dad's journal, or we could summon Cas, or I don't know but we'll think of something. Maybe we might even have to take him hunting with us, we'll just have to see," Sam said. Dean shot him a look.
"We'll deal with this later but for now we should at least talk to the guy…"