"I never gave up on you." He trembled as the words slowly cascaded from his lips. The world around him was a mess of blurred lines and shadows. The soft beeping of a heart monitor was growing a head ache at the base of her skull.
"It felt like you did." The steady fall of the white snow mixed with the howling wind outside the windows was enough for emotion to bubble inside her. "I was so alone, you left and I had no one. It felt like I had no one."
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"Thank you again Greg. I know it's annoying. Your little sister coming to you asking for help." She chuckled and pulled away from her brother, Greg Lestrade.
"Don't think anything of it. Besides, I think you'll make a fine detective. Especially with your gifts." He smiled at her, a kind full hearted smile and she felt the heat rising to her cheeks.
"I told you not to bring that up. I don't want to be called a freak again." Her smile faltered for a minute, memories of her childhood flashing in her mind.
For it only lasting a moment Greg noticed. He always noticed those things about her. The way she held herself high, even when it was obvious that she was at her lowest points. How she would deduce everything around her to calm herself down, to keep from panicking. He wished he could take her pain away, for he feared that the pain would get the better of her again, as it has done oh so many times in the past.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. You know I didn't-."
"It's fine Greg." She took a calculated breath before continuing to speak. "When do I start?"
At that moment Greg's phone went off. A text from someone she could only presume to be another officer or detective. Little did she know that this message was going to change her life forever.
Unknown: We're ready for the bust.
"Who's it from? Your boyfriend?" She mired as Greg read the message. His eyes snapped to hers and she burst out into laughter.
"Ha ha. You're very funny. No, it's from Anderson. There was something I asked him to inquire about. He was letting me know that they were ready." He slipped his phone back into his pocket before clapping her on the shoulder. "Alright kiddo, are you ready for your first case?"
She nodded her head eagerly. Ready for whatever Greg had wanted to throw her way. He knew that she could handle almost anything, but for her first case he had something rather simple. The drug bust of Sherlock Holmes.
"Get your jacket. We're going to 221B baker street for a drug bust." Greg stood from behind his desk. His chair squeaking as it slid out from under him.
"A drug bust? Really? I thought it would be something rather challenging." She grabbed the door knob and twisted it opening it so she and Greg could walk out of his office.
She grabbed her jacket from the coat rack outside of his door and slipped it on popping the collar up out of habit. "Seeing as you were not here earlier to help with the murder this is your next best thing. Besides, if we're lucky you might tag along with Sherlock."
"Sherlock? You don't mean Sherlock Holmes do you?" She buttoned up her jacket and continued to follow him to the wide double doors out the police precinct.
"Anderson, Donovan, this is Bella. She's new to the force. She will be joining us on the bust tonight." He buttoned his own jacket while Anderson clipped his messenger bag shit and Donovan just looked bored.
This gave her a wide open opportunity to read Donovan. "Are you two sleeping together? Actually, don't answer that. You should change your deodorant." She hadn't even thought about it before she started speaking. Normally she wouldn't be so outright with it. It caused a lot of people to hate her.
"Great, another freak. At least she's actually on the payroll this time." Donovan rolled her eyes and (Y/N) but her lip to keep from saying anything else. If she really wanted to she could make Donovan's world come crashing down around her.
"Watch it Donovan. That's my sister." Donovan's face contorted with surprise. She definitely was not expecting Bella to be related to anyone in London let alone the precinct.
She started to analyze Donovan.
Temples
Lungs
Heart
Arteries
"I would be careful," she whispered to Donovan as she walked past. "I know every major artery in the human body and just how much pressure needed before it burst."
"Are we ready? We only have so much time." Greg clapped his hands together and the group walked out of the building as well as some other individuals, whom she did not know.
The ride to 221B baker street was short. The few buildings they passed seemed to be closed for the night, shut down, or just uninhabited. She knew almost immediately that Greg was taking "back roads" to get there. Wanted to keep the lurking eye from talking.
They pulled up and she jumped from the cop car, rushed to the door and didn't even bother to knock before barging in. "Oh dear!" An older lady said jumping in surprise. Bella paid no mind as she strode up the stairs to 221B.
The door was already ajar and she pushed it open. The room seemed to be cluttered, but also organized. A human skull decorated the mantle. Two computers were laid upon the desk. One completely dead. The other plugged into the outlet.
"Start in the kitchen. If I know Sherlock, and I do, he would have it hidden. This might take a while." She paid no mind to Greg as she continued to analyze the room.
Dusty mirror.
Carpet corner frayed.
Floor boards worn in one spot for than the rest.
Chair by the windows almost never moved.
Smell of cleaning products and sulfur and...human flesh?
The last one caught her off guard and she spun around on her heels and made her way to the kitchen. "There's body parts in here somewhere. Either this guy is crazy or experimental."
If she had really been paying attention to everything goin on around her she would have heard the knock at the front door of the flats. The two man's voices downstairs conversing and the old lady telling the two men to go up.
She would have been less surprised to find those Sam two men clamber into the room. The shorter one out of breath and practically panting. The taller one to be very annoyed.
"What are you doing?"
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Truth or Dare/ A BBC Sherlock Story
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