The street outside was quiet again, everything had been quiet the past few days and it was driving John up the wall. It wasn't the quiet that was irritating John, it was the never-ending chorus of 'bored' that was emitting from Sherlock.

There had been no cases for Sherlock to work on and he seemed worse than usual, if that was even remotely possible.

Half of the kitchen had already nearly been destroyed thanks to an experiment to stave off the boredom and even one of john's jumpers had been victim to Sherlock's antics.

This was why John could have cried with relief when he heard his phone ring and the caller ID showed it was Lestrade that was calling, for once John was hoping there was a lovely murder to keep Sherlock busy.

His prayers were thankfully answered and Lestrade had, apparently, an exceedingly important case for them.

"Good news, Lestrade has a case. Now get up and get ready." Instead or jumping up like John had assumed he would at the mention of a case he barely lifted his head from the sofa to ask what the case involved.

"I thought you would be more enthusiastic than that considering all I have heard in the past few bloody days is how bored you are. Any way, he didn't give details but I'm assuming it is important since he sounded… slightly stressed."

"Not interested." Sherlock dropped his head back onto the arm of the sofa and wrapped his dressing gown around him tighter.

"Fine you absolute child, I am going regardless. Last time, are you sure you don't want to go? And don't think being in the flat by yourself will give you a better chance of finding the cigarettes, they are well and truly hid."

Sherlock merely remained silent and John simply shook his head, a smile on his lips, for a genius consulting detective he had never met anyone so petulant.
He also knew Sherlock would be coming to the crime scene once he told him what Lestrade has passed on. John just decided to wait until he was nearly out of the door before he told Sherlock the 'key' piece of information he did know about the case.

"Oh and it's a shame you aren't coming, Lestrade thinks Moriarty is involved." It took approximately half a second before Sherlock was on his feet and out of the door ready to go down the stairs.

Before he managed to get down them John grabbed the back of the blue dressing gown and stilled him.

"Perhaps clothes might be an idea?" Sherlock huffed before reluctantly going to his bedroom, not five minute later emerging in a suit then wrapping himself in his scarf and belstaff coat.

"Sam this place isn't even called a motel. I mean what kind of name is 'travel lodge'!?" Sam rolled his eyes, the room was nicer than nearly every motel they had ever stayed in but Dean was complaining because he wasn't use to it.

"At least the cards worked and we got a room, you are only complaining because it is different and we aren't in a cheap motel." Cas stood across the other side of the room blankly looking at the brothers, silently waiting for them to let him speak.

As soon as Dean huffed and went quiet Cas took this as his cue,

"If you are quite done, there is a crime scene we need to be getting to immediately."

"At least we packed our suits." Sam grinned at Dean, no matter how often they had to wear a suit Dean still didn't like it and the thought cheered him up immensely; Dean merely huffed and stalked off obviously not enjoying London so far.

Sam also stood so he could go and change but turned to Cas first,

"You can fill us in on the details on the way there."

It was not long before they were both ready, deciding to pose as the American secret service, the reasoning being that they would be in a high enough position to avoid any questions that may be hard for them to answer and possibly blow their cover.

"I have decided I will not be coming with you, there is a chance I may, as you put it, blow your cover."

Dean looked as if Cas has just pointed out the most obvious thing in the world like humans need air to live or that all angels are dicks.

Sam however elected to ignore it,

"So is there anything we need to know before we go?"

"Yes, I believe Crowley is working with someone here in London. Although there is no evidence to suggest he is anything but human." Cas remained standing in the centre of the hotel room while Dean turned to Sam,

"Well I suppose that might make our job easier. Come on let's go see what Crowley has left us with."

It turned out that London is significantly harder to navigate than they assumed it would be but they finally made their way to the crime scene and walked up to the tape cordoning the area off.
As they walked up to the crime scene they received a rather unwarranted glare from a man that appeared to be working on the forensics team before he turned to what appeared to be the person in charge and pointed them out.

Dean and Sam subconsciously straightened their backs assuming their 'authoritative' postures as the older man walked over.

"And who might you be?" They both smiled politely as they removed their 'badges' and showed them before introducing themselves. Dean took the lead and introduced himself before introducing Sam.

"Agent Bonham and my partner here is Agent Page, with the American Secret Service. We have reason to believe that this crime scene is of interest to us." Dean held his breath as recognition flashed across the man's face in regards to the names used but thankfully he didn't say anything about it.

"Detective Inspector Lestrade" He held out of a hand and quickly shook the hands of the so called agents. "So what makes you think this crime scene involves you?"

"We have reason to believe someone we have been after for a particularly long time was involved."

"If that's the case there is no harm in taking a look." Just as Lestrade was about to raise the tape to let them past a younger woman with impressively curly hair stepped over and caught the DI's attention.

"One second," He turned to Donovan, impatience apparent on his features "what is it?"

"Freak's here."