The police officer crossed his arms in front of his chest and studied the faces of the two detectives. He glanced at the order on his desk, he couldn't exactly refuse an order from New Scotland Yard, but something still bothered him.

"I just don't understand why The Yard would be interested in animal attacks," he said. The attack had happened in Central London, which meant it should be handled by the City Police. (A/N: Not sure though, I don't live in England)

"It's none of your concern," detective inspector Lestrade argued and Phoenix nodded in agreement. But the reason why they were taking over this case, was because they had started to doubt it were animal attacks. There were no animal trails to be found and since this was the sixth death in four days time, they had started to think it was some kind of serial killer, letting it look like an animal attack.

"Now, I want all the reports you have on this attack," Lestrade continued before the officer could protest more. "Phoenix, I want you to go talk to the girl who found the body. I'm going to see the body."

"But," Phoenix started, but he was silenced by one angry glare from the detective. Phoenix supressed a sigh, he had wanted to see the body as well. "Fine," he yielded. "I'll talk to the girl." He grabbed the report the officer handed to him, and started to make his way to the room where the girl sat.

He knocked once at the wooden door and opened it with a swing, whereby it almost smacked against the wall. He cringed, but the loud bang he had expected, never came. Luckily, the door was heavy enough to make it stop moving just before it could have hit the wall. Phoenix cleared his throat, trying not to let his embarrassment show and sat down on the chair at the other side of the desk.

The girl looked a bit startled when the door suddenly had swung open, but soon, she relaxed again. He found her quite calm for someone who had just found a dead - not to mention ripped open and ripped apart - body.

"So... Hawkins," he said, after glancing at the name on his report.

"Hawk," the girl corrected him.

Phoenix raised an eyebrow, almost laughing about the fact their names both represented birds. Although, a phoenix was a mythical bird. Meh, nevermind.

"Okay, Hawk... You found the boy?"

"No, I'm here for fun," Hawk said sarcastic and Phoenix stared at her in disbelief. Was it just him, or was she way too calm for the situation? Any other time he could have appreciated her sarcasm, but now was the time to be serious. He quickly threw a look at the report, again, and saw she was just seventeen. She should be horrified by what she had seen, and he decided to question her about her calmness.

Hawk just shrugged. "I play a lot of video games and I saw a lot of movies."

Phoenix shook his head but let it rest for the moment. "Is there anything strange you've noticed when you found the body?"

"Beside the fact his gut and blood was spilled all over the place? No, not really."

"Are you sure?" He insisted, there had to be something.

"Really. Nothing. It looked as if he was attack by a wolf, but there are none in London."

"Why a wolf?"

Hawk let out a sigh and threw her hands in the air. "I don't know! It could have been a bear, for all I know, but they don't live here as well. It just doesn't make any sense."

Finally, he was getting some other answers than sarcasm. Hawk definitely found it strange, even though she had refused to show it at first.

Phoenix scribbled something down in the report and got up. "Thank you for your time."

Hawk crossed her arms. "Sure. Any time. Am I now free to go?"

He hesitated, he wasn't sure if Lestrade still wanted to talk to her. Probably he wanted to. "Well," he started but Hawk interrupted him.

"Look, I really want to go back home. Game of Thrones is about to start and I've already been here all morning. I talked to four officers and I don't know more than I already have told."

Phoenix ran a hand through his red hair. "Just one more talk, alright? My boss wants to talk to you as well."

Hawk leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. He waited for an answer, but she kept silent. A bit unsure, Phoenix walked to the door and when she didn't protest, he quickly left the room.

Only to bump into their consulting detective.

"Oof," he rubbed his nose and looked up to Sherlock. "Sorry, Holmes. I wasn't looking where I was going."

Sherlock ignored him, as always, and looked over his shoulder into the room where Hawk was.

John gave Phoenix an apologetic look and shook his hand. "Nice to see you again, detective."

"Why is she here?" Sherlock asked, still ignoring the formalities.

"She found the body," Phoenix explained.

Sherlock was quiet for a few seconds while he stared at her back. Phoenix raised an eyebrow at John, who made a half-shrug. Then, without any warning, Sherlock started walking again and John and Phoenix quickly followed him.

Phoenix noticed they were heading towards the mortuarium, which was not in the police station, but across the road in the hospital. Why Sherlock came to the police station first, Phoenix had no idea. (A/N: Just making things up as I go along xD )

Without much effort, they soon found Lestrade and the body.

"Anything useful from the girl?" Greg asked Phoenix, while Sherlock observed the body.

"No, she thought it could've been a wolf, or a bear. She was quite calm, though," Phoenix answered.

"I wonder what we're dealing with," Lestrade sighed.

"Well," Sherlock started, and the two detectives fell silent. "It was an animal. But it was not a bear, nor a wolf."

"Then what was it?" Lestrade questioned him, a bit disappointed his intuition hadn't been right.

"I have no idea."

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