He always knew love was a weakness, he just didn't think it would be his.
Imogen Hargreaves is a former detective that finds herself walking right back into the life she'd left behind. Not only does drama ensue but she manages to catch the eye of t...
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"I still think you should have gotten a bit more sleep before we came." John voices his opinion the next day. Last night hadn't gone to plan, the suspects ditched the car and we didn't even have a description to track them down.
"He didn't." I hook my thumb towards the taller of our trio.
"Yeah but he's Sherlock. It's what he does." John scoffs, pulling the door open for me; I shrug because there's no way I was going to stay home any longer whilst Marcus sat in a cell. "You two really are perfect for each other." He grumbles.
Lestrade looks up when we enter, gesturing for us to join the briefing and letting Teresa step forward. "I just got off the phone with SOCO and they said the blood on the dash of Fellwood's car came back inconclusive." She relays the information.
"So we still can't clear him from being behind the wheel?" Lestrade huffs.
"Not to point out the obvious but if we find out who the cars are being sold to then we can find who could have been driving." Sherlock points out, ignoring the look he receives from Donovan for being remotely involved. "I've been in touch with some of my homeless network and believe there's someone worth looking at." He goes on, admittedly surprising me. I didn't even know he'd asked them for help.
"Great. You three go and keep me updated." Letrade nods to us.
I wait until we're outside of the station before speaking again, "Thank you." I tell Sherlock sincerely while he flags down a cab. "So who are we going to see?" We climb into the taxi one by one.
"A man named Jakob Walsh - he illegally cuts keys for stolen cars." Sherlock explains. Little fish like him get to go about and do their own thing most of the time because we have bigger fish to fry. If he becomes a CI he's even more likely to get away with what he's doing as long as he gives us information.
"Let's just hope he's in the talking mood." John chimes in, closing the door behind him.
"Oh he will be." I hum confidently, sending the army doctor a smirk.
It's a five or so minute journey before we pull up outside of a car shop, the shutters down on only one bay so I assume it's where our guy will be. I hand the taxi driver some money and follow the boys out, maintaining an inconspicuous glamour as we head to the the closed bay.
Sherlock grabs the bottom for me and pushes it up, revealing a man hunched over a desk. Naturally he's startled at the entrance.
"Hello." I wave at him with a smile.
"Who the fuck are you?" Jakob asks defensively, frantically moving to cover up the evidence of illegal activity in front of him. I roll my eyes, sauntering forward and taking the cloth from on top of the items.
"Someone willing to look the other way in exchange for information." I reveal, pulling my badge from my inside pocket His face pales slightly and I can see him go through his options, contemplating running.
