Silence Will Fall (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction) ✔️

Chapter 8

The downfall of a human being is those you surround yourself with. The same people who help you grow also make you crumble and crack.

I've made this assumption thinking of myself and Moriarity. A complex man, who is more of a spider than anything. He crawls into the web, and grows it across the world. He grows and grows, catching petty little flies, and other inconveniences in that web. But then Sherlock has escaped the web, making Moriarity interested.

I shrug at the thought, then go walking around and see a homeless person. I analyze them further to realize they had a phone sticking out their pocket.

"Now how can a homeless person like you, have a cellphone like that?" I startled them, and they look up at me.

My shadow cascades over the woman's frame, surely darkening my face to no recognition.

"I'm sorry?"

"Who do you work for? I won't hurt you, I just am curious."

"I don't know w-what your talking about."

"You stuttered. Who do you work for?" She looks pleadingly at me.

"Please tell me." The woman sighs.

"Holmes." She looks at me in remorse.

"Thank you." I walk away and type away at my phone.

I check my email to see it filled with many requests. I went to safari and opened my website.

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I go into my post box.

"Hello my little criminal experts, if you can guess where I am, I will do you a case free :)

'Where I am sat, its very loud.

Some days with sun, some days with cloud. The bicker and whines of the good ol' rush, where we all complain tell to hush. The new city and skyline always compare, where going out further, bland and bare. The music of cars move at a schreech, tell me where I am from this speech.'

-Goddess_Isis.

I smirk at my riddle and close my phone. Staring up ahead, and continuing my walk. I go around and stare at some people.

My phone rings and I check it.

"Isis."

"Yes, there was a crime, I think it was meant for you."

"What'd you mean?"

"Just... Try to go into Scotland Yard. You still have your I.D. As a detective-inspector right?"

"Yeah, but why?"

"I'm worried for you Isis."

"Davidson, everyone is worried for me. I'm not exactly the shiniest car in the garage." He chuckles.

"Thats why we love you. Now go and ask about it."

I sigh and open my wallet. I.D.....I.D..... Here it is... I look at the picture, which makes me look nice personally. I smile at that.

My name on the card is 'Isis Lune'

The government back at home gave me this when I used to be a good 'angel' and when I was on the good side.

I call a cabbie.

"Where to?" I look at the old man and smile kindly.

"Scotland Yard." He nods and drives me there. I pay him.

"Have a nice day." I tell him walking in.

"Um miss-" I show him my card. He reads it.

"Who are you?"

"Can't you read? Isis Lune. Detective-Inspector, canadian. Best in the country."

"And?"

"I wanna know about the new crimescene."

"I'm not sure if we are allowed-"

"Get me your boss. I'm sure I can talk this over." He nods.

I walk into a small enough office. I shrug and sit down waiting. A man walks in with greying hair and a nice aura. I see he has a slight tan except for his ring finger, which has a bright ring of pale skin. He is married but things aren't going well, so he took off the ring.

"Oh didn't expect any-"

"Isis Lune. Detective Inspector in Montreal, Canada. Best in the country." I shake his hand. His eyebrows furrow.

"I was here on vacation, but I found out about the body, so I was wondering if I could look at it?" He sighs and looks at me sadly.

"I'm afraid I can't-" the door opens and Sherlock walks in, along with a man who was short, and had blond hair.

"Lestrade, you called?" Sherlock looks at me and his eyebrows furrow.

"Hello Isis." I nod back.

"Yes, I have a case that will interest you." Lestrade states, looking back and forth at me and Sherlock.

"Interest me?" Sherlock cocks his head slightly.

"I shall leave then." I go to walk out. I look at Sherlock.

"You look like Dracula with the whole 'pale skin,cheekbone, collar' thing." The blond chuckles at me.

"We haven't met, I'm Isis." I hold out my hand. He shakes it firmly.

"John Watson."I smile at the three men.

"Have a nice day." I was about to walk out when Sherlock grabs hold of my arm.

"If I go on this case, she follows." He says to Lestrade, looking at me.

I look into Sherlocks bright eyes, and see all kinds of gears turning. I look behind sherlock, where Lestrade and John were looking at us.

"I'm sorry,what?" Lestrade asks shocked.

"I want an opinion on my results. John's good for compliments, but Isis... Isis is good with deductions." I shrug.

"O-oh alright." Lestrade mutters. I smile brightly at Sherlock, who was still holding my arm.

"Yes, let's go." I say walking away happily.