Case 0 | #StrangeHolmes

Meeting

*Stephen works and lives in London in this story*

A very normal cloudy afternoon in London, depending on how you define 'normal'.
A couple of two young men whose appearances are very alike that one might mistakenly say that they are a pair of twins instead of lovers. The couple is casually lounging on a leather couch in a cluttered room full of books, experiment equipments, and some other random stuff such as a skull of a friend according to Sherlock Holmes.

The person sitting beside Sherlock cannot be someone other than the most famous neurosurgeon of our time, Dr. Stephen Strange. It's quite a rare pair for someone to have a chance to meet, a famous detective and a famous surgeon sitting in the same room. Both of them are well known in their work fields but also to the general public. Dr. Stephen Strange, a precocious neurosurgeon whose record has never been blemished by any patient's death. He never failed.

The neurosurgeon is now giving Sherlock Holmes, a world-renowned detective who can solve any crimes with just a short glance at the crime scene, a lecture of the importance of eating properly. They both seem to have the perfect life that everyone wants to have except that they are both notorious for their arrogant attitudes towards their colleagues. Their first meet wasn't pleasant at all, one might consider it a fight.

One year ago

"Dr. Strange, this is Sherlock Holmes, a detective who's working on a case that your specialty would be very useful for solving the case" Lestrade greeted the surgeon with a friendly smile

"Hello, Dr. Strange. I think I have read about you before. Your name is quite uhh how should I say it.. eye-catching? distinctive?" said Sherlock Holmes

"Excuse me if I was rude"

"No, not at all. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Holmes" the doctor replied politely with a friendly smile.

Dr. Strange might seem like a gregarious man but he is, in fact, quite a private and reserved individual who isn't really fond of company.
Sherlock is also quite similar. He doesn't like being interrupted while he is in his mind palace, which is why he prefers to be alone. Social interaction to him is merely just one of the many nonsense social norms that we, humans, unconsciously forcing ourselves to do, to fit in.But it is undeniably a useful and efficient method of getting what he wants on certain occasions. When there is no crime to be solved, Sherlock would either lay down thinking on a couch with his eye closed, no movements, not even a single muscle in his skinny bordering unhealthy body moves or start a completely random experiment. The experiments are usually focused on the effects of different substances on human organs. And no, he is not a serial killer, he gets those organs from the morque he usually goes to when there's nothing better to do.

"The case that I am working on is about a young woman. Her body was found last night. Posthumously mutilated. We performed an autopsy on her body and it seems like she was injected with anesthesia which caused her death" said Sherlock, enthusiastically.

"You meant anesthesia overdose?" said the doctor

"Yes, but the main point is that the body was mutilated, brutally. Some parts of her brain are missing, so we want you to help with identifying the missing parts of her brain. Oh and I forgot to mention that it was done surgically"

"From what I have observed, our killer may have an obsessive-compulsive personality disorder and some other mental disorders on that spectrum" said Lestrade, trying to be part of the conversation.

Strange made an inquisitive look, silently signaling for Sherlock Holmes to continue where Lestrade left off.

"This may suggest that our killer has a collection of sorts. We usually call them trophies" Sherlock added.

"Could you explain why my specialty would be helpful solving this murder mystery of yours and why should I help you" said Dr. Strange

"It's just a waste of time, can you just agree to help us" Sherlock muttered

"If you're not going to explain, then I guess I should be heading back to my office"

"Fine we don't need your help!" said Sherlock, looking away from Strange"

"Yes we do!" Lestrade interrupted with a hostile stare at Sherlock

"Please excuse us for the rudeness of my partner"

"No, I am NOT your partner. I'm a consulting detective. How many times do I have to remind you that" Sherlock replied with a long irritated sigh

"Okay okay, let's get back to where we were discussing" Lestrade said calmfully

"The autopsy revealed that the victims all had some kind of brain trauma and that they were also injected by variety types of neurotoxins prior to their deaths caused by anesthesia overdose"

"So?" Stephen replied

"So we need you to help us identify the drug that was used since you need to have a certain profile to be able to obtain those neurotoxins" Sherlock explained

"What would I get from assisting this case"

Both Sherlock and Lestrade looked at each other, not knowing what to reply.

"When the news about this case is released, people will be giving attention to it, so you will gain more fame, more recognition" Sherlock replied straightforwardly not caring how Strange would react

Sherlock knows exactly how to get his attention and what he loves and wants

"Well then, what are waiting for" the doctor said with a little bit smile

"So you are helping us, am I correct?" Lestrade was making sure of what the doctor just said

"Yes" the doctor replied

"When shall we begin?" said Sherlock playfully like a kid after getting a new toy

TBC

Hi I'm Las, this is my first fan fiction ever. I'll try my best to make it enjoyable for you guys.

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