The Game is Afoot

The First Case

The next day rolls along soon much quicker than I expected it to. I had managed to sleep all night in my day clothes, undisturbed by anything. My alarm goes off early in the morning and the violin is still playing.

'Did he sleep?' I ask myself but then decide I don't have time for trivial things of the sorts.

I get myself dressed, a look to leave an impression for a job interview as a forensic investigator for Scotland Yard.

I hail a cab and make my way to the Yard, arriving about 15 minutes before my appointment, good timing. I sign in and fill out a form before taking a seat and waiting to be called back.

After a few more minutes, a man with grayish-black hair comes out and calls my name. I follow him back to an interview room.

The man introduces himself, "hello _____ ______, I'm Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade." He says with a dashing smile.

I return the smile, "pleasure to meet you." He hands me a coffee after asking how I like it and we take a seat, him on one side of the desk, me on the other.

I hand him my resume and he looks it over before his brow furrows ever so slightly, "221C? Like, 221C Baker Street? Near 221B?"

I nod, "yes sir, is there an issue?" I ask nervously.

He shakes his head, "no, not at all, have you by any chance met Sherlock Holmes?"

I nod, "yes sir, I met him last night. Does he work here?"

Lestrade hesitates for a moment, "in a way yes, we call him in for cases at time."

I nod once more. Of course, my luck, the most arrogant man I've ever met and I have to work with him. This should be a grand time.

The interview goes by smoothly before it gets rapped up and he tells me I get the job. He tells me that unless something comes up and they need me, that I won't start till tomorrow. I thank the man that's now my employer and make my way back to my flat.

Once I arrive, I notice the violin playing has stopped. I go up to my flat and sit down to relax.

Just as I get myself situated, starting to watch Doctor Who, and started eating lunch. My phone rings. Shocking.

I pick it up, it's DI Lestrade. He tells me that there's been a double murder and that I'm needed.

I clean up my mess and rush down the stairs, I hail a cab and go to the crime scene I was told to go to.

I arrive and meet up with the rest of the forensics team, introducing myself. Two of the people already getting on my nerves despite only just meeting them, Sally Donovan and Philip Anderson. They both seem nearly as bad as Sherlock, only in a different way, they're stupid.

I get to work, starting to dust for fingerprints when I hear a deep baritone voice coming up the stairs. 'Oh, how perfect, the man of the hour.' I think to myself sarcastically and in comes Mr. Sherlock Holmes in an ever so cocky way.

He looks around and his eyes land on me. He seems a bit surprised by my presence. "I see you decided to get a job here," he states simply.

I nod firmly, "issue?"

He shakes his head, "no, no...just curious."

I roll my eyes, "of course it is," I murmur under my breath. I go back to doing my work when suddenly Sherlock is shoulder to shoulder with me, all up in my work area. 'Oh for Christ's sake' I growl to myself.

A/N: LOOK ITS AN UPDATE! AND A FAIRLY LONG ONE! YAY!! I think.. Anyway, I'm sorry for the wait, and I hope this makes it up to you. Thank you so much for the support you guys! If you want to leave feedback with something you'd like to see in the next few chapters, comment and I'll see what I can do! Once again thank you! I will be updating soon!
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~Chelsey