In the motel Freddie Maxwell vrhses her teeth as she stoops over her laptop, checking mail. There's a flurry of muffled, cautious footsteps drumming down the hall outside. She glances at the crack under her door and see shadow gathering on the other side. Not good. Before she can react suddenly the door is kicked open. Several polices burst into her room, instantly on top of her. A female officer throws Freddie on the bed and presses her knee into Freddie's back as fixes the cuffs in horrible, quick moves, then hauls Freddie to her feet until she is face to face with Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade while Sherlock Holmes and John Watson at the door frame looking at Freddie and three boys who stares silently at her. She remains cool as a cucumber under Greg gaze.
"I appreciate the pageantry, Detective Lestrade, but you can't arrest me for writing an article" Freddie said.
"You entered a federal crime scene without permission" Greg said.
"Escorted by a detective" Freddie said.
"Under false pretense" Greg replied.
"He should have been more thorough. Still, it's as good as permission" Freddie said.
"You lied to a police officer" Greg scolded her
"You can't arrest me for lying" Freddie reply. Grge studies her, then consider a different tact before he said Sherlock beat him to it.
"you got all that information from a local idiot detective?" Sherlock ask and Freddie look at him up and down to know who he is.
"you know lots of talk about your girl (Y/N). Not to mention the rivalry of who gets the collar. A local detective looking for a pissing contest with the Scotland Yard might have some insight" Freddie said and Sherlock look at her emotionless.
"and evidently did" Sherlock said as he came toward her.
"Sure did. What is it about (Y/N)? She your psychic? Or do you consider using a psychic desperate coping" She said and Sherlock look at Greg and he notice he is looking piss so he step aside for Greg to come to Freddie and he take a tweezers from his pocket and plucks his hair form Freddie Maxwell's shoulder
"Unfortunate timing of your article allowed a murdered to escape" Greg said.
"You're blaming my article?" Freddie asked and Sherlock spoke for Greg.
"Your were in the the forest on London. In the Murderer's nest. You contaminated that crime scene. Everywhere you go, you contaminate crime scene. That's obstructing justice. I can indict you for obstructing justice" Sherlock said. Freddie smiles, trying to cover her nerves with charm.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't" Freddie said and Greg replied.
"Don't write another word about (Y/N) (L/N) and I won't have to" Greg said as John, Sherlock, himself and all the police left the motel room and only left is standing is Jessica Payne and come toward to Freddie to remove the cuffs on her wrists.
"You did Great I hope Jake will give you some money if you give this up" She said and Freddie look at her at she just said.
"You work for him and you know" She said and Jessica nods in response.
"Also if your not doing this you are dead just a little reminder for you bye bye" She said as she left the room now Freddie look like she is going to do this all day.
----------in your dream state-----
You open your eyes and see your not in a same room but your in a room of Abigail Harrison, you sit silently in your chair considering unconscious Abigail Harrison, comatose in her hospital bed. And you hear a foot steps and you looks up to see a glimpse of the black wolf and a man behind the wolf walking past Abigail's doorway.
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The Empath and The Consultive Detective (Sherlock Fanfiction)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is an intelligent empath she used to solve crimes and capture the killer who did this to the victim, she one of the profession former New Scotland Yard for the crime and she can psychoanalyst and deduce some of the people. Then she mee...
