Sophia Holmes and the Empty Hearse (Sherlock's Daughter Fanfic) *Completed*

From the morgue, we head over to the housing estate where Mr Freleng lived with his wife.

Sam rings the bell and a few seconds later Mrs Freleng appears at the door, red-eyed and dressed in black.

"Can-can I help you?"

"Mrs Freleng?" Sam asks as he, Dean and Cas show their FBI badges. "We're agents Nash, Crosby and Stills and this is our Consulting Detective Miss Young. Can we have a minute?"

"I - I don't understand," she says, leading us in and gesturing to a sofa before sitting opposite. "Gary had a heart attack. Why would the FBI -"

"The parks are government property," Dean answers immediatley. "We just got a few questions for you."

"I'll, uh... I'll handle this," Cas says to us. "I've done research. I can crack her." I exchange a look with Sam and I can tell neither of us think this is a good idea. Cas leans over next to Mrs Freleng. "Now, Ms Freleng, I don't want to bother you. I - I really don't. But I - I do have just one question for you." He suddenly slams the coffee table in front. "Why did you kill your husband?!"

I cough to hide the fact I'm tearing up with laughter as Freleng sobs.

"Agent Stills," Dean says, unimpressed. "A word, please."

Cas follows Dean over to the doorway, but I can just about hear what they're saying.

"What?" Cas says, indignantly. "I was being bad cop."

"No," Dean replies, "you were being bad everything."

Dad has used the whole 'bad cop' tactic before, but it generally works a whole lot better when he does it.

"Please, forgive my partner," Sam says gently. "He's, uh - he's going through some stuff. What he was trying to ask - is - is there any way Gary might have had secrets - something he was hiding?"

"Hiding?" she asks. "Like what?" I look her over and frown. Her perfume is far too flowery and her general hygiene is too good for someone whose husband has just died. It's obvious she cared for him - even loved him - but it's obvious that she was also having an affair.

There's a knock at the door and someone lets themselves in.

"Deb?" a female calls before entering, carrying a casserole dish. Mrs Freleng stands and walks towards her.

"Olivia."

"Hey."

They hug, both crying and Sam and I exchange looks.

"As in mistress Olivia?" I whisper.

"This is awkward," Sam replies.

With an arm around Olivia Kopple, Mrs Freleng turns back to us. "I'm sorry. W-what did you think Gary was hiding?"

"That he was sleeping with her," Cas says abruptly, but Freleng nods.

"I know."

"You know?" Sam repeats, as confused as I am.

"Gary and I - we... had an arrangement," she explains. "He was seeing Olivia, and I was spending some time with our neighbor P.J."

"I'll, uh - I'll put this in the kitchen," Kopple says, moving awkwardly away.

"I'll help," Freleng replies, following her out.

"Frigging suburbs, man," Dean says, coming back over.

"So she's not a witch," I confirm and Dean shakes his head.

"Just the best wife ever."

"Then what killed her husband?" Cas asks.

"Who gives a -"  But before Dean can finish, a car horn blares from outside. We exchange a look, slightly weirded out by the timing. His phone starts to ring. "It's Detective Glass," he says before answering it. "Agent Crosby." Dean pauses as he listens, his brow furrowing. "We're on our way."