Just a look into Sherlock and Sally's characters and how they interact/work together. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Sally Donavan could feel the buzz of consciousness humming in her ears, followed by a pounding in her head. She opened her eyes to try and blink away the darkness but there was so little light where she way laying uncomfortably that it didn't help much. Sally took in a sharp breath when she raised her hand to the back of her head. Cold sticky blood was matted into her tight curly hair.

What was the last thing that I remember? Resting her eyes and trying to recall the day's events. I woke up late and had to rush around, couldn't find my keys and was only 2 minutes late. Work was normal, had a lot of paperwork to sort out. Lestrade reopened a cold case and called in the Freak.

There was a linked murder that matched the cold case's M.O. It was fuzzy but she remember going to an old warehouse to check out the old crime scene, that's when she discovered that Sherlock Holmes had followed her like an overexcited puppy.

"Who's here? Show yourself!" She ordered and finally a tall, skinny, pale man in a trench coat walked out of the shadows with his hands up in surrender.

"Sally" he nodded and lowered his arms. A snarky look on his face.

"God Freak, you about scared the piss out of me." She lowered her gun and doubled over to compose herself. "I should've shot first and asked questions later" she continued crossly and stood up straight. "What the Hell are you doing here? Lestrade sent you home to study the files.

"And miss out of all this quality time" he responded sarcastically.

"God I hate you"

"Its mutual I assure you."

Quietly they went about looking around. After a few minutes Sally decided to give in. "The body was found here" she pointed with her torch and waited "Well? Any deductions, O great one."

"A few yes" Sherlock replied.

"...Care to share them with me?"

"Not really."

"...Fuck this, there is nothing here that I can't find in the file. Go home Freak." And with that she started to head off.

"Idiot." She heard Sherlock mutter.

"Excuse me?"

"I called you and idiot because you are one." He looked up to see Sally glaring back at him, he smirked and went on. "After being here for a mere five minutes I've already spotted 10 things they missed seven years ago that aren't in your precious file and that will link our possible suspect to this murder as well as confirm that's he is guilty of the crime I had the pleasure of meeting you at two nights ago." He looked so satisfied with himself. "Lucky for us, this murderer got rusty, made mistakes, he was out of practice. I mean he's moved up in the company, why would he ever get his hands dirty, he has everything he's ever wanted now. Except this was different, more personal. Like the murder 7 years ago."

"Who?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Only to robots"

His voice caught when he started to explain and he gave her a look. "Peter Reynolds"

"The owner of Yellow Frog?"

"One in the same!" He seemed almost giddy "Let's go tell Lestrade... you can drive, I'm sure my Taxi has left by now." They were almost out when Sherlock looked at her. "Did you hear that?"

And that was all that Sally remembered. Someone must have come up from behind her and knocked her out. She tried to feel around but something was on her left arm, pinning it down and poking painfully into her torso. It was warm.

She opened her eyes again, they had adjusted to the dim light coming from above her. God, the Freak was on her.

"Get off me!" She struggled and nudged him awake. "Get the Fuck off!" And pushing with all her weight she managed to get out from under the consulting detective. He groaned slightly when his head hit the concrete floor and she could see him lift his hand to hold his side.

"Freak are you okay?" She paused... nothing.

"Sherlock?"

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