Hello Detective (Sherlock Imagine) Chapter 4
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Your name: submit What is this?
The next morning you woke up early and showered. You straightened your hair, applied a little bit of makeup, and got dressed. After slipping into your grey pencil skirt, a light blue blouse, and a nude jacket, you looked for shoes. After slipping on a little jewelry you found some great, plain, light blue, pointed heels, and were ready to go. You grabbed your purse, locked the door, and went to hail a cab.
Once you arrived at Scotland Yarde you met Lestrade, who was ushering people into a conference room. He was middle aged, had greying hair, and was fairly tall. He told you to stand in the back of the conference room and in a few hours everything should make sense. “After that if you still have any questions, feel free to ask.” He said with a smile.
The first press conference was starting, and you were standing in the back, leaning against the wall. The woman speaking, Margaret Patterson, had just lost her husband. One of the murder/suicides. “My husband was a happy man, who lived life to the full. He loved his family and his work. And that he should have taken his own life like this was a mystery and a shock to all that knew him.” She read from a piece of paper. Very heartfelt, coming from a woman whose husband just died. She can’t even speak from her heart, cares too much about her image.
Your eyes scanned the room, falling on a blonde woman leaning against the window on the side of the room. She was crying more than the wife: Affair. She must have been the secretary or PA.
The next press conference was scheduled to start soon. Lestrade and another detective, Donovan, we’re going to be answering questions to reporters about these strings of suicides.
“The body of Beth Davenport, Junior Minister for Transport, was found late last night on a building site in Greater London. Preliminary investigations suggest that this was suicide. We can confirm that this apparent suicide closely resembles those of Sir Jeffrey Patterson and James Phillimore. In the light of this, these incidents are now being treated as linked,” Donovan said. Linked? Suicides can’t be linked. Sherlock was right, they weren’t suicides, they had to be murders. Donovan continued, “The investigation is ongoing, but Detective Inspector Lestrade will take questions now.”
Lestrade looked slightly upset, almost like he knew something was wrong here. “Detective Inspector, how can suicides be linked?” A reporter asked.
“Well, they all took the same poison. Um, they were all found in places they had no reason to be. None of them had shown any prior intentions…” Lestrade was cut off by the reporter.
“But you can’t have serial suicides.” He said, and he was right.
“Well, apparently you can.” Lestrade said, annoyed.
“These three people, there’s nothing that links them?” Another reporter asked.
“There’s no link that we’ve found yet but… We’re looking for it, there has to be one.” Lestrade said.
Suddenly everyone’s phones started beeping even yours. It was a mass text.
“If you’ve all got texts, please ignore them.” Donovan said.
“It just says ‘Wrong’.” The first reporter said.
“Yeah, well, just ignore that. If there are no more questions for Detective Inspector Lestrade, I’m going to bring this session to an end.” Donovan said.
“If they’re suicides, what are you investigating?” Another reporter asked.
“As I say, these suicides are clearly linked. Um. It’s an unusual situation, we’ve got our best people investigating.” Lestrade said, sort of flustered. You could tell this case wasn’t putting him in a good mood. Everyone’s phones beep again.
You cracked a smile. You knew exactly who was sending these texts. Sherlock.
“Is there any chance that these are murders? And if they are, is this the work of a serial killer?” A female reporter asked.
“I… I know you’d like writing about these, but these do appear to be suicides,” Lestrade said, “We know the difference. The poison was clearly self administered.”
"Yes, but if they are murders, how do people keep themselves safe?“ She asked again.
"Well, don’t commit suicide,” Lestrade said. Donovan whispered something to him and he continued speaking, “Obviously this is a frightening time for people, but all anyone has to do is exercise reasonable precautions. We are all as safe as we want to be.”
Everyone’s phones buzzed again.
You quickly send a text to Sherlock.
You think you’re so clever don’t you?
“Thank you.” Lestrade said, ending the session. Donovan followed him and the three of us got our coats to leave.
“You’ve got to stop him doing that. He’s making us look like idiots.” Donovan whined. You guess she knew Sherlock too.
“If you can tell me how he does it, I’ll stop him.” Lestrade said annoyed.
We had just got word that there had been another suicide/murder. Lestrade knew it was time to get Sherlock’s help, considering this one left a note. The two of us drove to Sherlock’s flat, leaving Donovan and Anderson at the crime scene.
“Where?” Sherlock said the moment Greg and I walked in the room.
“Brixton, Lauriston Gardens.” Lestrade said.
“What’s new about this one? You wouldn’t have come to get me if it wasn’t something different.” Sherlock said, he was good.
“This one left a note. Will you come?” You asked him.
“Who’s on Forensics?” Sherlock asked.
“It’s Anderson.” Lestrade said.
“Anderson won’t work with me.” Sherlock whined.
“Well, he won’t be your assistant.” Greg said.
“I need an assistant.” Sherlock whined again.
“John was an army doctor, he can be your assistant. Will you come?” You asked again.
“How did you…? Did he tell you that?” John asked, confused.
“What? No. Will you come Sherlock?” You asked again.
“Not in a police car, I’ll be right behind.” Sherlock agreed. He walked closer to you and whispered in your ear. “And to answer your question: Yes, I do.” He said referring to your previous text. You laughed.
“Thought so. Thank you.” You said, leaving with Lestrade.
Sherlock literally jumped with joy. “Brilliant! Yes!” He yelled. “Ah! Four serial suicides, and now a note. Oh, it’s Christmas. Mrs. Hudson I’ll be late. Might need some food.”
“I’m your landlady, dear, not your housekeeper.” The sweet old lady said.
"Some thing cold will do. John, have a cup of tea, make yourself at home. Don’t wait up!“ He yelled opening the door.
"Look at him, dashing about… My husband was just the same. But you’re more the sitting down type, I can tell. I’ll make you that cuppa, you rest your leg.” Mrs. Hudson said.
“Damn my leg. Sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s just sometimes this bloody thing.” John said tapping his leg with his cane.
“I understand dear, I’ve got a hip.” She said sweetly.
“Cup of tea would be lovely. Thank you.” John said again.
“Just this once, dear, I’m not your housekeeper.” She said.
"And a couple of biscuits too, if you’ve got 'em.“
"Not your housekeeper!” She yelled back.
Sherlock came back. “She’s right. You’re a doctor. Any good?”
"Very good.“ John said standing.
"Seen a lot of injuries, then. Violent deaths.” Sherlock said.
“Enough for a lifetime.” He replied.
“Want to see some more?” Sherlock asked.
“Oh, God, yes.” John said, following Sherlock down the stairs.
“Sorry Mrs. Hudson, I’ll skip the tea. Off out.”
“Both of you?” She asked.
“Impossible suicides? Four of them? There’s no point sitting at home when there’s finally something fun going on!” Sherlock kissed Mrs. Hudson’s cheek.
“Look at you, all happy. It’s not decent. This isn’t about that new American detective is it? She’s very pretty Sherlock.” Mrs. Hudson said.
“Good bye Mrs. Hudson.” Sherlock said, ignoring her comment about you. “The game is on!”
Sherlock and John got in a taxi to follow you to the crime scene. On the trip over, Sherlock proved how he knew so much about John and his brother.
chapter 4 yay! still note sure waht the deal is with the insert your name thing ( works sometimes for me and sometimes it doesnt) enjoy and like and share and spread this to your other fandom friends.
* also I just added a picture of her outfit that I made on polyvore. I love it so I hope you do too!