Privileged Murder

One

< Harry's POV >

"Oi, Oi" huh? what's that? "Oi Styles" great, I'm being oi'd awake

"What? I was sleeping can you not see that" I glared at my colleague shaking me awake, what did I do to deserve to be shouted at in the middle of a perfectly good, and might I add comfortable, nap

That's probably one thing you should know about me, never, and I mean never, if you value your life, come in between Mr Harry Styles and my sleep schedule

"I suggest you get your fucking arse up quickly and get to your car, I'll send you the address on the way" Payne shouted at me as he grabbed his keys and started to slide his denim jacket over his shoulders.

Looking around the office I saw pure commotion, the remains of Chinese takeaway being swept into under the desk bins, files being arranged neatly, the evidence board being wiped, taking away the notes from the last case. OW! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! Of course, it was my car keys being launched at my head, "1. that fucking hurt" slight sniggers I could hear over the commotion of the room "2. would someone, if it's not too much trouble, please, tell me what in all the fuck is going on"

"Homicide, now fucking move your arse Styles"

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Pulling up to the house was a bit of a cutback, I could feel myself standing in front of my parent's house, almost felt like running as fast as I could away from what reminded me so much. Snap the fuck out of it Styles, this is a crime scene, someone is dead, we can deal with your demons later, do your bloody job. Great! my subconscious reminding me not to be a twat, but to be honest I kinda needed a reminder

"What happened?" asking as I walked into the main living room. "Take a look for yourself boss" Taking Liam's words I walked through the marble archway into a grand dining hall, almost like a ballroom had been converted, reminding me a bit too much of home to be comfortable with, sitting was a young woman (no older than 30) slumped over in one of the many wooden oak chairs, her face resting cheek down onto an open book. No visible injuries, no blood, no break-in. What exactly is a whole CID team doing here?

I was brought out of my subconscious by Liam being sarky as always "Before you ask Sherlock, it's standard practice for us to be here, you know, investigating a death, that's generally part of our job description or did you skip that clause in the contract?"

"Very funny dickhead" earning myself a few comments and 'oos' from fellow officers "Just to be clear, what part of standard practice causes us to arrive at a 'crime scene' with no break-in, no robbery, and no direct visible signs of foul play?" "or is that too much of a question for you to handle?" Even though I'm taking the piss, I'm still genuinely seriously confused.

"The part where the victim is the daughter of one of the richest businessmen in the country" he could see the confusion and slight disgust on my face, I don't understand why people think waving money at a problem will make it go away or that if you are deemed important you can somehow buy peoples time. But if the higher ranks can be bribed because they are unsatisfied with their yearly earnings then we just have to follow orders. "Apparently these were deemed suspicious circumstances so we have been called in to make sure everything is alright"

"I'm sorry if I'm not quite getting this but what part of this crime scene are deemed 'suspicious circumstances? Oh let me guess, is it the part where there is no sign of forced entry?"

"No.."

"What about the part where the victim isn't injured?"

"Styles... I'm not in the mood for this right now"