Warnings: None ( I researched Britain's version of the FBI / by research I mean 20 minutes of sifting through google/ so if i got anything wrong plz don't hate me )
"Anyone who thinks this death was a suicide is clearly an idiot, I suppose it's fitting since it was your theory Anderson." Sherlock crouched down beside the body, running his fingers along the pavement surrounding the corpse.
Anderson rolled his eyes but didn't say a word because quite frankly everyone knew if Sherlock said he was wrong he was and there wasn't much use in arguing unless he wanted to be maded a bigger fool then he already was.
"Sherlock you're likely to recieve more cooperation if you don't insult my officers every chance you get." Greg remarked as he closed his eyes, rubbing his temples.
"Long night?" You looked at him and he sighed, "Fourth body within the last ten hours."
You gave the sleep deprived Inspector a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.
"Sir this is a crime scene you can't just-"
"MI6. Let us through."
You looked over to find two men, both dressed in sleek black suits and sunglasses covered their eyes.
"Two American MI6 agents here for a run of the mill homicide?" Donovan raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
They both held up their badges, the shorter looked at Donovan. "One call and I can have you terminated."
The taller one looked at his companion and just sighed.
Donovan and the officer that attempted to stop them both stepped back as the two men ducked under the tape. They walked over to Lestrade who looked rather shocked, "I didn't catch your names."
The taller tucked his badge back into his pocket, "I'm Sam, this is-"
"Dean." The shorter looked at you, lowering his shades and winking.
Sherlock didn't seem to notice them, busy rattling off deductions as he continued to look over the body.
Sam gave him an annoyed nudge.
"And you are?" Dean gave you a charming smile, looking you over.
"Dean." Sam hissed, "We've got a job! Remember? The body."
"Oh, I'm lookin' at a body." Dean gave you a charming smile and you felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. That comment seemed to earn Sherlock's attention as Sam rolled his eyes and turned back to Greg.
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"I don't believe I caught your name."
"(Y/N) love, ready to go?"
You jumped, finding Sherlock at your side. It was rare he even acknowledged your existence at a crime scene, much less call you love or ask if you were ready to leave.
"We just got here." You raised an eyebrow.
"(Y/N), pretty name for a pretty girl." Dean remarked.
If looks could kill, Dean wouldn't be breathing with the glare that Sherlock was giving him.
"who's this?" The shorter man asked, nodding in Sherlock's direction.
"Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and her boyfriend." Sherlock's steely look never wavered.
"Boyfriend?" Dean cleared his throat, "Well, you're a lucky man."
"I know." With that, Sherlock took your hand and led you away from the scene.
Dean walked back to Sam and Lestrade, "Are we sure that dude's human?" He gestured back at the direction Sherlock had gone.
Greg chuckled, "Sometimes I wonder, now this guy's death clearly wasn't accidental...." He looked back down at the body while Dean looked at Sam eyes wide.
a/n
heyo! sorry if i screwed up Sam and Dean I just started watching Supernatural and I'm a little too in love with Dean
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