(Y/n) Winchester joins her brothers in a hunt in London, England. Upon entering the large city they followed several signs of demonic omens, joining Sherlock on the case along the way.
As the demons become aware that they're being hunted the game ta...
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"What you're about to see is classified beyond top secret," a video screen began to sow four different perspectives of the patio at Appledore when Sherlock shot Magnussen, "Is that quite clear? Once beyond these walls, you must never speak of it. A D-notice has been slapped on the entire incident. Only those within this room – code names Antarctica, Langdale, Porlock and Love – will ever know the whole truth."
(Y/n) looked over at Sherlock and noticed him rapidly typing away on his phone. She rolled her eyes, holding back the urge to smack it out of his hands. On the drive over there Mycroft had given each of them the newest phone as a wedding present. She was starting to wish he hadn't.
"As far as everyone else is concerned, going to the Prime Minister and way beyond, Charles Augustus- Are you tweeting?"
Sherlock looked up, covering his phone even as the sounds of a tweet being sent was heard.
"No," he lied.
"Well, that's what it looks like," Mycroft frowned.
"Of course I'm not tweeting. Why would I be tweeting?"
"Give me that," Mycroft walked across the room and reached for the phone.
"What? No. Get off. What are you doing?"
(Y/n) rolled her eyes and took the phone out of Sherlock's hands, "You two are worse than Sam and Dean, honestly," she began reading out what he just tweeted, "'Back on terra firma', 'Just married to the one woman I've ever found myself attached to'. Cute, but not the right time."
"Will you take this matter seriously, Sherlock?" Mycroft asked angrily.
"I am taking it seriously. What makes you think I'm not taking it seriously? Not so long ago I was on a mission that meant certain death and now I'm back, in a nice warm office with my big brother, my wife, and are those ginger nuts?"
Sherlock sprung to his feet and walked over to to the table, "Love ginger nuts."
"Our doctor said you were clean," Lady Smallwood said in confusion.
"I am, utterly. No need for stimulants now, remember? I have work to do," Sherlock took a bite from one of the cookies.
"You're high as a kite!" Sir Edwin exclaimed.
"Natural high, I assure you. Totally natural. I'm just glad to be alive," Sherlock sang, "What shall we do next? Any ideas darling?"
"Honeymoon," (Y/n) said plainly.
"Ah yes, of course. The question is, where will we be going? Surely Mycroft will fund wherever we wish to go, and if he doesn't I still have money from pretending to be a psychic-"
"Mr Holmes!" Lady Smallwood nearly yelled, "We do need to get on."
"Yes of course," Mycroft used his remote to restart the video footage. On the video it was shown that Sherlock never raised his gun, only dropped it when Magnussen was shot.
