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WHO: Sherlock Holmes and Parker
WHAT: Crowley's been murdered. Sherlock is on the case.
WHEN: Not long after this.
WHERE: Crowley's office, which Parker has since commandeered.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Parker was considering getting a new chair. It wasn't that the chair she was sitting in was uncomfortable, really, but it wasn't designed to lean back while she had her feet propped up on the desk. As that was one of her favorite ways of sitting, she was thinking a new chair was in order. With a small, pleased little grin she cast a critical eye across the office. There were a few things she was going to change, now that this was hers. And it was hers. Or, at least, the safe that contained quite a large bit of cash - plus the profits from the casino - were hers. She really could care less about the stuff.

Dropping her sneaker-covered feet onto the ground with a thud, she hunched forward then surged up, out of her seat. Idly she ran a fingertip along the edge of the desk as she moved around it with that same self-satisfied smile upon her face. Part of her did miss Crowley but, really, it was for the best that he was gone. She hadn't liked the idea of having to kill Sam Winchester. She hadn't liked giving most of her earnings over to Crowley, either. Which is why she'd told Mary about the hit on her son.

Parker liked to think that Crowley would understand. Business was business, after all. She wanted a bigger cut. This gave her the largest amount. It was simple.

Moving toward the bookcase, the blonde paused a few steps away. She frowned ever so slightly, lips pressed together and forehead creased. Then her face went blank. "Oh. It's you. Shouldn't you be with the body?" she asked. Her gaze was on the mirror on one of the shelves of the bookcase, that offered her a view of the door. Or more importantly, the man standing in the doorway. The one man, if the stories were to be believed, who could possibly ruin everything for her.

With a sigh, she turned to size him up. Arms crossed over her chest, back ramrod straight, Parker tipped her head toward the chairs. "Want to have a seat?" That was what people asked, right? She thought so. It seemed the right thing to say.