I have worked for Scotland Yard for about five months now, yet this was my first official crime scene investigation. I was oddly excited, I've always had a bit of a passion for mystery, I've seen shows and read several novels about this topic.

"Y/N?" Sergeant Sally tapped my shoulder, I quickly snapped out of my daze and payed attention to her.

"Yes?"

"The freak is coming here any minute now, just a bit of advice, stay away from him," She had a stern look on her face and I simply nodded.

She walks away and I look around at my surroundings again. We were in front of an apartment which was blocked with police tape. A classic scene in my opinion, one that happens to often.

Before I knew it a cab stopped in front of the police tape. Two men walked out and Sally went over to them. One of the men was tall with curly brown hair, and the other was short with white blondish hair. They all began talking and none of them seemed too happy about being there. I simply keep watching and hope the scene will eventually unfold. After a bit the tall man brought up the police tape and got inside, the short man followed. They walked closer toward the building and Anderson came into view.

"Ah Anderson," The dark haired man said, a disappointed tone in his voice, "Here we are again."

"It's a crime scene. I don't want it contaminated, are we clear on that?" Anderson raised his voice at the man, he seemed just as annoying as any other day.

"Quite clear. And is your wife away for long?" He asked.

I tilted my head, and listened more into the conversation. This man, definitely knew something and I wanted to know it as well.

"Oh don't pretend you worked that out! Somebody told you that," Anderson's voice was now irritated, his stance was firm though he seemed somehow nervous.

"Your deodorant told me that," Confidence filled his voice, it seemed like this conversation was heating up.

"My deodorant?"

"It's for men."

"Well of course it's for men! I'm wearing it!"

"So's Sargent Donovan."

Suddenly, I start to connect the dots, a small smile lands on my face.

"Ooh, I think it just vaporized. May I go in?" He asks.

"Now, look, whatever you're trying to imply..." Anderson quickly gets cut off.

"I'm not implying anything. I'm sure Sally came around for a nice little chat and just happened to stay over. And I assume she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees," The man walks past Anderson.

I can't help but let out a giggle. The man turns to me and gives me a comforting smile. He goes into the building, the short man tagging along beside him.

Sally walks over to me and crosses her arms, "Asshole."

"Who is he?" I look over at her, a grin still on my face.

"You don't know who the freak is? He's Sherlock Holmes and the short one is apparently his colleague John Watson."

I thank her and go into the apartment. It was filled with cops and people in full body suits. I go towards a room and put my own suit on. Apparently in most crime scenes we have to wear these. I don't have a problem with it it's just they're relatively uncomfortable at times.

I make my way up the stairs, finding, Greg, John and Sherlock in the room of the body. I don't enter the room but I glance over at what was happening. Before I knew it Anderson was behind me, looking into the room as well.

"Got anything?" Professor Lestrade asked Sherlock, his tone was filled with hope.

"Not much," Sherlock answered, he took off his gloves, though from his body language, he seemed proud.

"She's German," Anderson interrupted, "Rache - German for 'revenge'."

"That's stupid Anderson," I whisper to him.

"Yes, it is stupid," Sherlock walked toward the door, "Come on, get in. We don't have all day."

"Me?" Anderson and I say at the same time.

"Not you Anderson, the girl."

I smile and join him in the room of the corpse, oddly excited to be working with the 'freak', Sherlock Holmes and his colleague John Watson.