Sherlock, Meet Watson. (Nate, Will)

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Sybille had been more then happy to be transferred, especially to work on catching one of the most wanted criminals known around. Well she had been, before she realized she was going to a different country. Which meant she had to pack up, get on a plane, move into her new place, check in with her office, and unpack... Oh! And she had to tell her parents.

So after the ten hours on a plane, then the airline losing almost all of her luggage. Apart from the sleeping bag she brought while waiting for her furniture to mail in, and Toby. Her clumsy beagle that she owned for two years. She was annoyed, with the airline for loosing her luggage, and for having to fill out a lost luggage report.

Now, she had to get a taxi to her new apartment building. Leave Toby inside, then hurry to her new work place. Could this day get any worse?

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After paying the taxi driver, and rather forcefully shutting the door, Sybille looked at the rather large building. Letting out a exasperated sigh, she walked inside and straight to the front desk.

She flipped open her badge to the secretary and blandly introduzed herself "Detective, Sybille Watson. I've been assigned to the Keâts Case. I'd like to speak to the Detective incharge of the investigation?"

The secretary looked up at her and arched a brow. "Detective... watson?" she seemed to try and resist the urge to giggle.

"Is that a problem?"

The secretary shook her head smiling and got out from behind her desk and lead her into the main office where other detectives sat at their desks. The secretary happily announced "Everyone. This is Det. Watson from the FBI" There was a pause and a few snickers. "She's here to help with the Keâts Case" and the office broke into an uproar of laughter.

Sybille placed her hands on her hips with a glare, tempted to take out her gun, not to shoot but she was sorely tempted to pistol whip the secretary. "Is there a problem with my name??"

One detective chirped with a smirk. "Oh.. Not at all.. One sec will ya?" and he yelled to the back of the office. "Oy!! Sherlock!! Come here!"

His voice boomed angrily from the back as he rounded a corner "The hell do you want?? And how many times do I have to tell you?? Dont call me Sherlock!"

"Sherlock? Oh, Please no.." Sybille said with a bit of an annoyed tone.

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Nate had been typing up a file to add to the Keâts Case file. The bloody thing stretched on for miles. Dates and places where the Frenchman lunatic had last been seen. Strange reports of a look-a-like running around. Possibly a younger brother. But that's where Nate was having trouble. According to every reliable source available to him, Tomaz Keâts only had one son.

And that wasn't the only strange development. There were now reports of Keâts traveling in the company of a woman and child. And now the three of them had been living under the radar for nearly three years. Keâts was an impossible man to catch. But perhaps if he could get his hands on the woman, or girl.. As much as he would like to think he was above such petty tactics, he would willing use one of them as bait to catch that lunatic.

He heard the familiar words ring through the office and down the hall, and Nate's eye twitched.

"Oy!! Sherlock!! Come here!".

Nate slammed the laptop shut and groaned as he stood, and left the office, rounded the corner and looked to a small group of them snickering.

"The hell do you want?? And how many times do I have to tell you?? Dont call me Sherlock!"

"Sherlock? Oh, Please no.." He heard the woman lament and he arched a brow at her, noticing, immediately the slight coffee stain on the right collar of her blouse. He snapped indignantly at her and fired back "My name isn't Sherlock, my last name isn't even Holmes.. But I'm assuming from the uproar..." He sighed. He'd known for a few days that she was coming and he was expecting the stupidity. "You must be Watson"

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William came walking into the station carrying a cup carrier that had two steaming hot cups of coffee on it, then in the other hand was his cane. Since he took that bullet for Nathanial, William depended on the cane to get around, however he had the habit of leaving the cane at home or by his work computer and claim that he forgot it when in reality he purposely left it where ever he put it.

Leaning against the cane some he looked around with a curious look as everyone in the room seemed to be laughing, but why? Then he spotted the woman in front of him, she was definitely new at least that is what William thought since he had never seen her in the station before.

One detective chirped with a smirk. "Oh.. Not at all.. One sec will ya?" and he yelled to the back of the office. "Oy!! Sherlock!! Come here!"

His voice boomed angrily from the back as he rounded a corner "The hell do you want?? And how many times do I have to tell you?? Dont call me Sherlock!"

"Sherlock? Oh, Please no.." Sybille said with a bit of an annoyed tone.

William could not help but smirk when he heard Nathanial’s voice, even though it was an angry tone. Being just a cop he thought it would be best to wait until Nathanial noticed William was standing there, quietly listening as the man and the woman spoke to each other.

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"Sherlock? Oh, Please no.." Sybille said with a bit of an annoyed tone.

Suddenly noticing the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and immediately hoped it wasn't cleverly flavored tea.

"My name isn't Sherlock, my last name isn't even Holmes.. But I'm assuming from the uproar..." He sighed. He'd known for a few days that she was coming and he was expecting the stupidity. "You must be Watson"

"Yeah, I'm Watson. And you must be Det. Nathaniel Cross." Sybille noted, as she offered her hand to him. Even if he did snap at her for voicing her, rater short thoughts on the fictitious character. She sort of had this rule, co-workers got three strikes, civilians, two. Depending on how she was feeling. So far... Det. Cross had one strike.

"Out of curiosity," She started, even though in the back of her mind, a tiny voice was telling her 'you're going to regret it.' "Why do they call you, Sherlock?"

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"Out of curiosity," She started, even though in the back of her mind, a tiny voice was telling her 'you're going to regret it.' "Why do they call you, Sherlock?"

Nate sighed and looked Sybille up and down. The rest of the office seemed to go quiet as they went to listen to Nate and his freakish skills of observation that had earned him his nickname in the department. “Your stance indicates slight back discomfort, and given that you haven only just arrived, I presume this is because of sleeping on a hard floor? And you were quite obviously in a hurry to get here. Your blouse is only partially tucked, and the pin in your lapel is crooked. There is also a small coffee stain on the collar of your blouse. The leg of your slacks has traces of animal hair. It's too straight and coarse to be a cat, so obviously a dog.. The colors of reds, blacks and browns indicates a hound, most likely a beagle... Oh.. and your bra is two sizes too small.. I would assume that your luggage was misplaced in your flight?”

Once he had finished, rubbed his temple slightly and nodded towards Will with a slight smile.

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Will listened to Nate as he proved why people nickname him Sherlock, lifting his hand holding his cane to his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

“Your stance indicates slight back discomfort, and given that you haven only just arrived, I presume this is because of sleeping on a hard floor? And you were quite obviously in a hurry to get here. Your blouse is only partially tucked, and the pin in your lapel is crooked. There is also a small coffee stain on the collar of your blouse. The leg of your slacks has traces of animal hair. It's too straight and coarse to be a cat, so obviously a dog.. The colors of reds, blacks and browns indicates a hound, most likely a beagle... Oh.. and your bra is two sizes too small.. I would assume that your luggage was misplaced in your flight?”

Clearing his throat William stepped forward, "And from here I can tell you could use a coffee.." He said as he handed Nate his then the second one that was meant to be his to Sybille, "Drink it up now.." The ex soldier said as he walked up to the secretary,limping and relying on his cane to get around, tossing the cup tray into the trash can,"Anything in for our case love?" William asked the secretary. He knew why they called in Ms.Watson, since he took the bullet for Nate he has not been much use out in the actual field, so he does more of the office work. Every now and then he goes out into the field with Nate, mostly when it is to investigate a crime scene. Now Nate makes sure that William is in the office or at home when an arrest or a raid is to be done, which the ex-soldier did not really like.

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Sybille knew as soon as she let the words fly out of her mouth, that she was going to regret it. Not only that, she had the utmost feeling that she might end up hitting the man. Considering how his eyes seemed to be looking her up and down.. That might happen sooner rather than later.

Finally he spoke. “Your stance indicates slight back discomfort, and given that you haven only just arrived, I presume this is because of sleeping on a hard floor?"


Alright, so she had slept on a hardwood floor last night.. In a sleeping bag, big deal. She use to do that when she went camping as a child.

And you were quite obviously in a hurry to get here. Your blouse is only partially tucked, and the pin in your lapel is crooked." Det. Cross continued.

She glanced down at her blouse, mentally making a note to tuck in it the first chance she got. She could adjust the lapel later.

"There is also a small coffee stain on the collar of your blouse."

"Awww, really?" Sybille muttered as she check her collar. Sure enough, there was a coffee stain. Well that's great, now she'd have try and get the stain out, and go shopping for some new clothes.

"The leg of your slacks has traces of animal hair. It's too straight and coarse to be a cat, so obviously a dog.. The colors of reds, blacks and browns indicates a hound, most likely a beagle..."

She caught herself staring at the man, there was no way he could possibly be human. Surely he had to be some sort of creepy A.I. robot, NASA or someone came up with. Right?

Oh.." He stated, finishing up his observations. "and your bra is two sizes too small.. I would assume that your luggage was misplaced in your flight?”

Wait... Hold the phones... Back up. What did he say? 'Your bra is two sizes too small.' Well that chucked the robot theory out the window.

Sybille's eyes narrowed, Cross had just earned strike two. "Why were you looking at my Bra?" She asked, not so happy.

Sybille turned her attention towards the officer that cleared his throat. "And from here I can tell you could use a coffee.." He said, offering her a coffee cup after handing one to Cross.

"Thanks." Sybille accepted the cup of coffee, looking at it before taking a sip. It wasn't like the stuff she usually got, but it wasn't half bad.

"Drink it up now.." The officer suggested, as he threw away the cup holder.

"Excuse me, but exactly, who are you?" she asked, trying to figure out who he was. Before she realized he went over to the secretary.

Sybille's eyebrow arched slightly as she felt several pairs of eyes on her. As she turned her head to look at the audience, she and Det. Cross had managed to attract.

"The show's over. Don't you all have work to do..." She asked, her tone very much annoyed with how this day was turning out. And wondering if.. And how it could get any worse.

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Nate sighed as he noticed her get rather huffy and braced. They always did this.. The women did anyway. Why did they always flip out when he made a general observation? If they didn't want to know, then they needed to stop asking how he got his rather annoying nick name."Why were you looking at my Bra?"

"Dont flatter yourself, Watson. Never on the first date" he sighed, rubbing his temples. His old parner, Will chimed in to distacted Watson with the cup of coffee."And from here I can tell you could use a coffee.." and then was given a cup of his own. He smirked at Will. He was too nice for his own good sometimes. He watched as Will made his way over, limping and relying on that cane. Guilt kicked at him as he remembered his partner taking a bullet for him.

He sighed as he watched Will make is way over to the secretary's desk to check on any new files, when Nate eyed the little audience that had gathered. He cleared his throat.

"The show's over. Don't you all have work to do..." Sybille snapped and Nate rolled his eyes.. Bossy little thing, wasn't she?

"Alright.. well, now that introductions are done, if you dont mind, if you're going to call me anything, I'd prefer Cross while we're at work.. Come on.. our office is this way." He motioned with his head as he looked down at her and made his way down the hallway. There were three desks set up inside, each with a laptop and the other typical office supplies for a desk.

"The one in the middle is yours." That was when he took a rather massive file from off of his own desk and let it flop down onto hers. "That's what's you're here for.. read up.. enjoy" It was Rio's file.

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William watched as the woman put two more files on top of the two that she originally placed on the counter, "There you go Mr.Roberson.. Take it easy on that leg, be sure to rest it."

William took the files and stuffed them under his arm, he nodded to her, "Thank you and..Will do." The man grabbed his cane and started making his way to the office that he will be sharing, not just with Nate but also with Sybille, "Damn my leg! I will rest it when I want to.. not when others say so.."

After a short walk up the stairs, their office was recently moved, possibly to make it easier on Will.. although he hated that thought. The man walked into the office, sighing quietly he placed the new files on his desk, "We got four more files.. I will scan through and see if any are connected to that Keats bloke."

"The one in the middle is yours." That was when he took a rather massive file from off of his own desk and let it flop down onto hers. "That's what's you're here for.. read up.. enjoy" It was Rio's file.

The man walked around his desk but then came to a sudden stop when he realized that he forgot to properly introduce himself to their new partner, "I am so sorry, my memory has been rather skippy today, William Roberson.. You are?" William asked as he extended his hand out to Sybille in the offer of a handshake smiling warmly at the woman.

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"Don't flatter yourself, Watson. Never on the first date." Det. Cross replied in response to her question.

Strike... Three... She was going to hit him. Hit him straight in the jaw, or... Rather was, until the man with the cane, came with the coffee. Well that was one way to cool her down. "Oh please, 'Holmes', You're not my type."

"And from here I an tell you could use a coffee.." Oh thank the merciful heavens above, they had coffee. She took a look at the cup, before quickly taking that first sip. If they hadn't found out from her previous partner, they were going to find out soon. Sybille had a coffee addiction, or rather a caffiene one.

She heard one of her new partners clear his throat, which caught her attention to the audience they had gathered. Sybille glared at the group, as she disnissed them, "The show's over. Don't you all have work to do..."

"Alright.." She heard 'Holmes' start off. "Well, now that introductions are done, if you don't mind, if you're going to call me anything, I'd prefer Cross while we're at work.."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Det. Cross." Sybille responded, understanding why. Especially, if the others tended to call him Sherlock. It was just like highschool all over again.

"Come on.. Our office is this way." He explained as he motioned for her to follow him down a hallway. Inside the office were three desks, each had a laptop, and it's own supplies.

"Cozy." She remarked as he told her which desk was hers. As she made her way over to the desk chair, he already was getting the file for the Keat's case. What she had expected... was not what he had let drop onto her new desk. What it was, was a large file filled with every bit of information they had managed to scavenged from one place or another.

"That's what you're here for.. Read up.. enjoy." He told her, and she couldn't help the look that she gave him. The one that read 'Are You Serious Right Now?' Only for the third member of their Detective party to join them and inform them of four other files they had to add. Well, wasn't this day getting better, and better.

"I am so sorry, my memory has been rather skippy today, William Roberson.." Will introduced himself, offering his hand to her. Which she took and gave a firm shake, like her father had taught her.

"Det. Sybille Watson, FBI. So..." Sybille started as she flipped through the Keat's case, before looking in the top desk drawer for a notepad. And a pen, setting both on the desk. She would use the laptop, however, she had already decided she wanted to write it out herself. "How long as this case been going on?" She asked as she read over some of the more recently added bits, placing a tiny star on the side, by certain paragraphs in the report.

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He looked between the two of them with a sigh as they introduced themselves to each other. He rolled his eyes lightly and sat on the edge of his own desk taking a sip of his coffee, looking down at the rather massive file on Watson's desk. Sybille's voice brought him out of his thoughts and he set the coffee cup on the desk. "This case his been open for at least ten years but.. It's complicated. What you're looking at is only one file. There's four more just like it."

He set a grainy black and white photo on her desk and pushed it to Sybille. "His name is Xavier Riocard Keâts. This photo was taken a few days ago at our border check. Somehow, he managed to sneak in. And it get's even better from there. There's a woman traveling with him." He slipped the photo of a short stature long haired woman that was close by Rio's side. "We don't know if she's a hostage or if she's willingly accompanying him. Keâts also has Human Trafficking and Kidnapping in his rather illustrious list of crimes. Along with murder, drug trafficking, and treason. I doubt she's a willing travel companion" Nate speculated.

"So.. Here's our biggest problem. Keâts never stays in one place for longer than a week. He has a pattern, it's a little sporadic, but it's still a pattern. If this was taken three days ago, it means we now have less that three days to find him here in London." he tapped the woman's photo. "I think we need to focus on her. She may be in danger and we need to get her away from him. But if she's willingly traveling with him... If we find her, I think we can get her to help us find Keâts."

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"Det. Sybille Watson, FBI. So..."Will nodded to Sybille, giving her a tight, yet gentle handshake. Retrieving his hand back he moved around his desk and sat down. Bringing the four new files towards him with one hand while getting a pad and pen out from his desk and setting them on the desk.

"How long as this case been going on?"

Will was about to reply when Nate took over on replying to her question,"This case his been open for at least ten years but.. It's complicated. What you're looking at is only one file. There's four more just like it." William shrugged and quietly opened up one of the four files and started skimming through it, making sure to read each word carefully. "His name is Xavier Riocard Keâts. This photo was taken a few days ago at our border check. Somehow, he managed to sneak in. And it get's even better from there. There's a woman traveling with him." He slipped the photo of a short stature long haired woman that was close by Rio's side. "We don't know if she's a hostage or if she's willingly accompanying him. Keâts also has Human Trafficking and Kidnapping in his rather illustrious list of crimes. Along with murder, drug trafficking, and treason. I doubt she's a willing travel companion" Nate speculated.

"So.. Here's our biggest problem. Keâts never stays in one place for longer than a week. He has a pattern, it's a little sporadic, but it's still a pattern. If this was taken three days ago, it means we now have less that three days to find him here in London." he tapped the woman's photo. "I think we need to focus on her. She may be in danger and we need to get her away from him. But if she's willingly traveling with him... If we find her, I think we can get her to help us find Keâts."

William finally looked up from the file, "Well Nate.. if this woman is really a hostage.. why hasn't she given us some sort of clue to tell us that she is in fact being taken hostage? Like when she is in a public bathroom.. or in a shop?" Will leaned back in his seat, holding his pen in his fingers, "Something is telling me that this woman is willingly traveling with the bloke.. not forced." He then turned a file around, "Another for the Keats case.. its the same woman again.." William said pointing to the photograph.

He raised an eyebrow and looked over to Nate's phone as it started to ring. Making sure that his face was as straight as possible as he has actually glued Nate's phone.

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"This case has been open for at least ten years but.. It's complicated. What you're looking at is only one file. There's four more just like it." Cross answered, after setting his coffee down beside him on his desk. Sybille stared at him, partly shocked... She knew this was a huge freakin case, but one with five files filled to their capacity?! She heard of cases that had went on for several years, but a lot of those turned cold more often than not.

He slid a photograph across her desk towards her, as he continued on the case. "His name is Xavier Riocard Keâts." Sybille picked up the picture, examining what she could get out of it. "This photo was taken a few days ago at our border check. Somehow, he managed to sneak in." She arched an eyebrow up at him as he continued, "And it get's even better from there." He slide another picture over to her. This time there was a woman with the suspect. "There's a woman traveling with him. We don't know if she's a hostage or if she's willingly accompanying him. Keâts also has Human Trafficking and Kidnapping in his rather illustrious list of crimes. Along with murder, drug trafficking, and treason." Sybille saw quite a bit of that list when she had looked the file over,

"So.."

"So?" Sybille took a sip from the coffee cup, waiting for Cross to continue. "Here's our biggest problem. Keâts never stays in one place for longer than a week. He has a pattern, it's a little sporadic, but it's still a pattern. If this was taken three days ago, it means we now have less that three days to find him here in London." Then he tapped the photo of the woman supposedly traveling with Keâts. "I think we need to focus on her. She may be in danger and we need to get her away from him. But if she's willingly traveling with him... If we find her, I think we can get her to help us find Keâts."

She was just about to open her mouth about what her opinion was on the entire matter, when Will beat her to the chase.

"Well Nate.. If this woman is really a hostage.. why hasn't she given us some sort of clue to tell us that she is in fact being taken hostage? Like when she is in a public bathroom.. or in a shop?" That wasn't necessarily a bad point, though Sybille couldn't help but feel as if he might not have gotten the whole picture. So to speak. "Something is telling me that this woman is willingly traveling with the bloke.. not forced." Then it was Will's turn to bring out a picture. "Another for the Keâts case.. its the same woman again.."

"Right." Sybille began now that the boys had their turn with the theories as to why the woman was with Keâts, now it was hers. "It could be a case of both." She explained, "Stockholm syndrome. It's quite possible that the woman in these photos." She tapped once on the two with the girl in them. "Was kidnapped, however.. is now traveling willingly with him. And depending on how deeply she feels for him... could either get us the case... Or..." She paused as the phone rang. Great... Interrupted by a phone, oh the life of a detective. "Or we could be stuck with an unreliable accomplish, meanwhile the suspect in question gets away."

Sybille leaned back, thinking over the reason why someone would go along with Keâts. As she looked up at the office ceiling, she added. "There is another as to why she is with him."  She paused as she took another sip of her coffee. "She doesn't know."

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Nate arched a brow at Sybille when she mentioned 'Stockholm Syndrome'.. Victim that gets emotionally attached to their captor. “Some how I dont think that's it.. It's something else. Doesn't matter.. If we can't get to Rio, I say we go after the girl. Her photo is being run through our Database now to see if we come up with a match for her.”

He drummed his fingers impatiently on the edge of his desk as he looked between Will and Sybille. A smirk finally tugged on his lips as the phone on his desk went off and he snatched it up.. Or.. Tried to.. He'd been expecting a call about that girl's photo from Data & Records. He glared as his phone seemed to be firmly stuck to the cradle. He suddenly snatched Will's cane from beside his partner's desk and used it as a makeshift prybar to pull the phone from the cradle, tossing the cane back to Will. “Cross, what'cha got?”

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William listened to the two other detectives in the room. He did not know why, but he just felt as though neither of them were taking what he said into consideration. Instead of speaking up again he focused his attention on the two new files that he got moments ago. It was mostly new information on where the two wanted people were at for the past two days and what they were up to. Pulling a pad and paper to him William started jotting down notes. His suspicion that neither of them were listening to him was confirmed when Detective Watson mentioned Stockholm's Syndrome. William did see the point there but then again, the woman would have still have been trying to let someone know that she is alive or at least that she is alright. The man shook his head lightly, not making a sound though as he closed one of the files up and moved it to the side. 

The man looked to Nate, "It does matter Nate. If she is willingly travelling with Keats in a non hostage way, then that means we will have to change our approach on the case and in the field if we happen to get to a point where we can arrest Keats. If we make the approach wrong then something will go terribly wrong Nate." He then looked back down to his note pad and was about to get up and get his cane so that he can get some coffee when Nate's phone went off. 

William laughed as Nate failed to get the phone out of the cradle, and grabbed his cane to use as probar to get it out. William held his stomach for a moment as he laughed and picked his cane up off the floor as his partner tossed it back at him, "That was priceless. You should have seen the look on your face!" The man then took a deep breath to stop himself from laughing and set his cane down next to his chair, thinking now was not the time to leave for the coffee station just yet. He looked between Watson and Nate before deciding that it was just going to be impossible to get them to see his point of view.