Profile is Just Another Word For Deduction

Just Another Word For Deduction

Early February-

I walked into New Scotland Yard with a heavy sigh. Three weeks and still nothing. There was absolutely no sign of Jonathan Smith or the girls. Their plane had been reported landing the same day as I did, they had gotten into a black SUV and then nothing. They just disappeared. No trail to be found or nothing. The only good things that had happened this week were the video calls I had with Amy and Spencer. Which was still on going by the way. They were currently at a fair with Penelope, Morgan, JJ, Will and Henry. They had been taken there by Morgan who had been happy to take the two of them on their day off. They spoke a bit while they watched the kids, JJ and Will get on a rather fast moving kiddy roller coaster. I found out that Amy had actually pointed out something during the visit to the BAU that had caught them a serial killer.

"Wow, she actually pointed something out that you guys didn't?" I asked as I made my way to the meeting room where Lestrade stood with a man who seemed to be a bit younger than him.

"What can we say, like her fraternal family, she's got it in her blood." Morgan said proudly.

"It must be contagious." Spencer joked.

"With a family history like mine, I wouldn't doubt it." I said adjusting my sweater as I walked in to the room they were in. "I'll talk to you guys later, love you, bye."

"See ya soon Em!" They said as we hung up.

I smiled softly as I slipped the phone back into my pocket and looked over to Lestrade.

"Emma, this is-"

"Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective." The other man interrupted as he introduced himself. Not even bothering to look up from the file on the desk. "And this is John Watson, my partner." He said motioning to the much shorter man standing besides him. Lestrade rolled his eyes at the interruption.

"You're Mycroft's baby brother." I replied with a knowing look.

"Younger brother, not baby brother and yes, I am." Sherlock replied almost spitefully.

Not liking the attitude in his voice, I decided that I'd have fun with him for that. "Well I just thought with that baby face of yours, you were like in your late teens or something." I joked.

Lestrade and John stifled a laugh as Sherlock gave me his worst glare. A glare that fell slightly when he actually took a good look at me. I simply made a little heart shape with my fingers and pouted mockingly at him. Before Sherlock could say anything that the detective inspector thought would get the shit beat out of him, Lestrade spoke up.

"Sherlock, this is Supervisory Special Agent Emma Frost. Our FBI liaison."

"Of course she is, I've read the file." He said grumpily.

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" I questioned. "And how was it?"

Sherlock looked over at me. "It was all good except for the part where you clearly missed the fact that he was kidnapping them because they were all cheating on their lovers." He replied dryly. "Even this idiot could see it, clearly the FBI need help as well."

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Lestrade waited for the punch to go flying into Sherlock's face, for some type of hit to collide with him, but none came. When he looked to Emma, she was just staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Clearly you read one of the very first reports we made at the beginning of the case." She said handing him her personal case file. The one with her updated profile of the unsubs in it. "It should have been obvious that I wouldn't keep the updated file here, where it can be easily misplaced or stolen by someone."