New York Detectives (Book 3)

Chapter 5

A/n: Thank you @ScarCumberbatch for my new wonderful cover (: I'm definitely in love with it. It's also my new wallpaper on my phone X3
-♥ Fear-me-Mr-Holmes
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"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked and I quirked an eyebrow, taking a seat in front of her desk.
"Oh, you must know. Lucie Maiden called me a couple weeks back, and told me that she needed my help. She didn't want NYPD's help, oh no. She wanted my help." I said, looking at a spot on the corner of her desk, then raising my eyes to look at Sarah. She was shaking a little. I smirked, knowing she was nervous.
"She wouldn't take our help. She called us and asked for you. I told her you were living in London, and she said it was a lie that you told us to tell her. So I had her come in to show her that you were transferred. She left, angry, and called us again, but said to transfer her to you. The woman at the front said you were no longer here, but she could still put her through to you." Sarah explained, and I searched her face, no lies were told.
"Alright. I need a few passes." I said and Sarah nodded.
"I need access to the Empire State." I said and she quirked a brow.
"But, everyone in there knows you-" she was saying when I cut her off.
"Yes, they know me. They don't know Sherlock. " I said and Sarah nodded in understanding, grabbing a notepad and writing it down.
"I'll call if I need more places that only police are allowed in." I said and stood. Sarah nodded then rolled her eyes, opening her drawer.
"Why didn't I think of this before?" She mumbled as she pulled out a badge.
"I kept this." She said as she tossed me my old detective badge. I caught it and examined it, smiling.
"Thanks." I said. I stood up and walked out of the office, Sherlock following, right on my heels. I went to the elevator and pressed the button with the down arrow printed on it.
"Here." I said as I handed the badge to Sherlock.
"Won't you be needing this?" He asked and I shook my head.
"Nope. All of the important places we'll need to go, I've most likely gone before." I said as the elevator doors opened and I stepped aside to let a few people by. I stepped in, and Sherlock followed. I pressed the button with 1 printed on it.
"So, when we get to these places, I assume you'd like me to be quiet?" He asked and I shrugged.
"You can talk if you want. Just, don't deduce people, Lock. This isn't London." I said and Sherlock sighed.
"I know. You don't have to keep rubbing it in." He said and I looked at him.
"You're not understanding. I'm not trying to "rub it in", Lock. People here won't call you a "twat" or an "arsehole" if you offend them. You offend the wrong person, and they will follow you and when you're alone, they will mug you. Possibly shoot you." I explained, not looking at him.
"I believe I know that." He said and I laughed.
"No, you actually don't. Take it from someone who has lived in this city. Not visited it a few times." I said as the elevator doors opened and I walked out, not waiting for Sherlock. I walked out of the doors and smiled as I heard the loudness of New York City streets. I walked to the car and waited for Sherlock to come and unlock it.
"Thanks." I said as he opened the door for me and I climbed in. Sherlock closed my door and walked around to the driver side.
"After this, I think we should surprise your family." Sherlock said and I smiled.
"That would be nice." I said, looking around.
"Off to the Empire." I said and Sherlock started the car.
"Oh, I should also warn you that if you have valuables in your pocket, keep it close to you." I said and Sherlock nodded as he pulled away from the curb.
"Pit pocketing?" He asked and I smirked as I held up his wallet, looking to him.
"Yeah. You might just find yourself broke, Mr Holmes." I said and he glanced at me. He looked away, but did another take. He felt his pocket and shook his head.
"Now, when did you do that?" He asked as he held out his hand. I chuckled and placed it on his hand.
"When you were unlocking the door." I said as I looked out the window.
"You little minx." He chuckled and I shrugged.
"What can I say? I'm a New Yorker. Bad things are in my DNA." I stated and he shook his head.
"I can tell." He stated and I smirked. I watched as the city flew by as I tried to take it all in. Too soon the ride was over, and I wished I was here on vacation.
"OK, hands in your pocket. And let's roll." I said as I hopped out of the car after grabbing my gun and holster.
"When the hell did you grab that?" Sherlock asked and I looked at him.
"I swiped it from Sarah's desk. It's mine though. I have my name in very fancy lettering on the bottom." I said and he chuckled.
"I wouldn't take you as a woman who would have fancy lettering." He said as he walked up beside me after locking the car doors. I shrugged and smirked at him.
"You also didn't take me as one to be dominant." I said and walked inside, leaving Sherlock a bit shocked. He soon caught up to me and I went to the front desk.
"They changed this up, quite a bit." I stated as I looked around. Suddenly, a woman walked out and smiled at me.
"Can I help you?" she asked and I nodded.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm Detective Maiden and this is Detective Holmes." I introduced and she nodded.
"We're here to search-" I was about to explain the reasoning for out visit, when she stopped me.
"Are you Mr Maiden's daughter?" She asked and I clenched my jaw.
"At a point in time, I was." I said and she nodded as she typed something on a computer.
"Mr Maiden is located on floor 52, office 2." She said, handing me a key. I thanked her and walked towards the elevator, pressing the button.
"Are you going to be alright? On this case, I mean." Sherlock whispered and I shrugged, not looking at him.
"Well, I guess we will find out." I said as the elevator doors opened and I stepped in, going to the back corner. Sherlock stepped in and pressed the button with the number 57 engraved in it, making the numbers light up. As t he elevator went up, Sherlock stepped beside me. I leaned my head against him and he grabbed my index finger with his. There were a few stops to floor 57, several had piled in, but the number would decrease at one floor and increase at another. When it was floor 57, two other people got off, and Sherlock and I walked out. I looked at the different offices and started to look for the right door. The last name, Maiden has caught my eye and I found the door with the letter 2 beside it, and on the door's window was Nathan Maiden. I took a deep breath and walked to the office door, pulling out the key. I unlocked the door, and turned the knob, gently pushing the door open. It was a basic office. There was a huge wall window that had a great view of the city, and I could only imagine what it would look like at night. There was a desk to my right, it was a wooden desk with a computer to the far left of it, papers neatly stacked to the right, a metal basket full of typed up papers, a pencil cup, sharpener, and a large calender under the keyboard of the computer. There was a larger bookshelf behind the desk and I glanced at the books.
"This is just like my bookshelf in London. " I stated, looking at the familiar titles.
"He's been here recently." Sherlock said and I looked to him.
"And how long ago would that be?" I asked as I looked at the calendar on his desk.
"About several hours ago." He said and I looked up at him, tilting my head a bit, and looking to the side.
"But Lucie said that he had been gone at least a day." I said, looking back up.
"Well, maybe it wasn't him then." He said, looking at the bookshelf.
"But, who else would catch up on the recent news of Destiny Maiden, Detective's Lover? London edition." He said, holding up a newspaper with a picture of me on the cover.
"How the hell did they get that picture?" I asked, tilting my head.
"Beats me." He said, looking at the newspaper. I scanned the calendar, and looked at today's plan.
"Oh, he had a lunch meeting at noon. He also had to go to the airport to see someone earlier this morning. About the time we landed." I said and Sherlock looked up.
"Whom would that be?" He asked and I shrugged.
"I don't know. There isn't a name." I said and sat down in the office chair.
"Oh, this is rather comfortable." I mumbled as I moved the mouse on the computer, turning the system on. The screen went to the lock screen and I bit my lip, thinking.
"Lucie?" I asked myself, typing it in and hitting enter. The computer made a weird meep meep like noise and I looked to Sherlock.
"He's old fashioned." He stated. I looked to him and raised a brow.
"Your first name." He said, and I typed in Destiny. I was hesitant to hit enter, but gently clicked it.

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