Guide To Avoid The Consulting Detective

Chapter I

"......Sergeant Inspector Richardson! Hey, Corina! Wake up! We got a press conference to attend about the recent serial suicides!"

The voice stirred the woman up from her slumber as she rubbed the corner of her eyes groggily, trying to brush over the dizziness. She jerked up straight on the chair, pulling her head off the desk trying to find the source of the voice.

It was a man. One she had seen before. Not in real life but in a fictional video format of a series, a TV series to be more exact. Detective Inspector Lestrade. He stood a few meters away from her with a tired face, a gentle sigh escaping his lips as he glanced over at her as she gazed at unfamiliar reflection of herself in her phone's black screen. She ran the pad of her nimble fingers over her soft face. Smooth to touch, her fingers basically glided over it. Thick eyebrows above the long eyelashes around her bluish green eyes. Her complexion was pretty pale as if she hadn't slept for days. The face structure was pretty sharp with a feminine jaw. Plump lips which were red from the nervous biting she had engaged in on her lower lip. Luscious curvy brown hair cascaded down her back.

What kind of weird dream am I in? Is this supposed to be me?

She closed her eyes once again before laying her head back on the desk.

"Hey! Don't just ignore me when I'm talking to you, Ms Richardson!"

Another sigh escaped as he walked closer to her desk. A woman just behind him scoffed. It was Sergeant Donovan.

A weird dream indeed. Let's just go back to sleep. Forget reality, or I guess fiction.

"Is she still your favourite sergeant, sir?"

Sergeant Donovan asked sarcastically as a grin cracked on her face. A bit bitter about something.

"Not now, Donovan."

Lestrade shook his head as he patted her shoulder, trying to wake her up.

She who had been trying to ignore it was brought back by the touch, the gentle pat on her shoulder. She looked up at him, her bluish green eyes made contact with his.

It felt like a vivid dream. Too realistic.

Lestrade narrowed his eyes as he tried to understand what was happening with his subordinate. His overall behaviour displayed concern for her meanwhile Donovan continued to give her dirty looks.

"You look a bit lost. Did you stay up last night as usual?"

Lestrade continued to examine her as she looked down at the desk. She looked at the name on the desk.

Detective Sergeant Inspector Corina Richardson

What in the fiddlesticks was happening right now? Okay. Calm down. Calm the frick down. I may not know what was happening but I definitely know where I was, and with whom I was. The question was if it is still a dream or reality.

She took a deep breath trying to calm herself down. A train of thought running through her mind in mere seconds as she tried to understand what was happening. Her eyes lowered as she thought and thought and thought.

Were people usually this calm while transmigrating in someone else's body in a completely different world from their own? Aria Kelly, no, Corina Richardson now, was unusually calm considering the chaos unleashing in her head.

She knew these people. The characters from the famous British TV series, Sherlock which was based off of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's work.
She had watched the series. She knew them but not really at the same time.
She was in a fictional world in the body of a character she hadn't heard or seen in the entire series. Was there such a character that appeared for in background or mentioned in the series that she wasn't aware of? Could be.