Black eyes on Baker street.

A twist

Chapter four; A twist

"Alright. I think I got everything." Dean says as he wipes sweat from his forehead. "Too bad we can't bring my baby to London."

"Dean, you didn't give birth to the car. How is it your baby..?"

"Cas..never mind. How you holding up Cas?"

"I'm fine, Dean. Thank you for asking."

"Say, let's get back to our meeting spot, shall we. We'll run by a cafe and pick up some food."

"Hold tight Dean."

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Sam walks into the a cafe called 'Monkey and Me'. Immediately after entering, Sam notices the two men Dean ran into earlier. They are sitting at a booth in the back of the cafe. Sam then notices a third member. Gray haired, rough features. Looks like a fed. Sam chooses the booth behind them, careful to keep himself hidden. The trio is too wrapped up in their conversation to notice anything.

"Kaleb Mitchell. 220 lbs. 6 foot 1. Muscular build. Former Sergeant in the U.S. Army. In order for someone to have cut his throat, they would have to be impossibly strong."

"No, Lestrade. If the knife was sharp enough. It would have like cutting through hot butter."

"Then how did our killer get close. Kaleb was well trained in fighting."

"Kaleb could have known our killer." The shorter, blonde haired one piped up.

"Logical. John, stand up."

"Why?"

"Just do it." The one called John stands up. The black coated one stands up also. "John, put your arms around my shoulders and neck."

"Why...?"

"No questions John. Watch closely, Lestrade." John does as he's told. John is behind the tall one with his arms around his shoulders.

"Make yourself a few inches taller, then do you think you could slit my throat without much trouble." John drags an imaginary knife across the tall one's neck.

"Yeah."

"There's your answer, Lestrade. Our victim knew our killer.. let's take this to my flat.. We have a listener." Sam looks away from the trio. He gets up and leaves the cafe. He begins the walk to the meeting place. Upon arriving, Dean and Cas are waiting there.

"Hey Sam. What'd you find out..?"

"Our badges can work. The FBI will sometimes work out of country. Cas, there's an agency here called M15. Find their headquarters and get us some sort of permit for us to work the case. This'll be hard because we have an actually fed on the case. The nearest morgue is Greenwich Public Mortuary. That's where Kaleb is."

"Awesome. Lets get in our suits. Cas, remember, shut up. Let me and Sam do the talking."

"I understand, Dean."

"Let's see if we can find a hotel."

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"TAXI!" yells Sherlock as he exits the cafe'.  John and Lestrade follow him.

"Greenwich Public Mortuary please." Sherlock tells the driver as he enters the car.

"Alright." They ride in silence the entire way there. Upon arriving there, the three men they ran into earlier are already there.

"You guys are..?" Sherlock inquires.