Reunion

Rainbow Haired Girl

Summary: Iseabail Bochanan was best friends with Sherlock and was probably the only person that could understand the Holmes Brothers. But what she didn't expect was the rise of her best friend becoming in the eye of the public more. How will she cope with it? Part 1 of Mixed Agent.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, but I do own Iseabail and her family.

Authoress Note: I thought I would try my hand at another Sherlock series. This one will have a combination of NCIS and Criminal Minds, but it will be very very little amount of them being in it. They aren't going to be a major focus in this story. Iseabail, Sherlock, and John are and the rest of the cast of Sherlock.

Iseabail is half Scottish and half British. She had golden green eyes, copper hair that is straight, pale skin with freckles, is 5'9, her ears are pierced 7 in her right and 6 in her left. But I think that should be all the information that I give you about Iseabail because I don't want to give too much information on her after all I do want to reveal it during this series of how much she means to Sherlock and Mycroft.

I have another idea floating around in my head for another Sherlock series story which will be at some point a John Watson/OC story, but that won't happen at the moment due to the fact that I am gathering ideas in my mind. This is going to be a fairly different story than other ones that I have worked on in the past. I am hoping that I do alright with this because I want to try and blend in a few little things here and there and hopefully when I do blend them in it won't turn out too badly. Without further ado Chapter 1 of Reunion. Allons-y!

Chapter 1

Three Cases Linked

Iseabail was at her desk looking through the files that she had on her desk. Three of them were given to her by her partner Greg. One of Sir Jeffrey Patterson, one of James Phillimore, and now the third Beth Davenport. She rubbed her face. She looked at Greg who came into the room. "Do you need me for this press conference?"

Greg looked at her. "It would be good if you went with us."

"Is Detective Sergeant Donovan going to be there?" She questioned running a hand through her long loose copper hair. Her golden green eyes locking with her partners.

"Well, she is Detective Sergeant Bochanan."

Iseabail nodded her head. "I will be there. I have a feeling that you will want to have an extra pair of hands with you on this. When is the press conference?"

"Fifteen minutes from now."

Iseabail got up from her desk. She smoothed out the black slacks that she wore. She grabbed her black blazer throwing it over her white button up blouse. "Let's go." She said forcing a smile on her lips. This was one of the things that she hated of the job. But it was what she trained for. She was one of the youngest on the force, but she had been Detective Inspector Lestrade's partner since she started and the boss didn't think of changing it because he knew that it worked well with the two of them working together.

SHSHSH

Iseabail sat next to Greg and he sat next to Sally in front of a large room of press.

"The body of Beth Davenport, Junior Minister for Transport, was found late last night on a building site in Greater London. Preliminary investigations suggest that this was suicide. We can confirm that this apparent suicide closely resembles those of Sir Jeffery Patterson and James Phillimore. In the light of this, these incidents are now being treated as linked. The investigation is ongoing, but Detective Inspector Lestrade will take questions now." Sally told the press.

"Detective Inspector, how can suicides be linked?" The first reporter asked.

"Well…" He looked at his partner not sure of how to word it for the press. He didn't want to sound like a complete ass when it came to this question.

"My partner wants to say." Iseabail said looking over at him out of the corner of her eyes. She knew that he didn't want to seem rude with this question. It wasn't who he was. "They all took the same poison. They were all found in places that they had no reason of being. None of them showed any prior indication of suicide…"

"But you can't have serial suicides." The reporter said interrupting her.

Iseabail closed her eyes. This was one of the reasons why she hated press conferences. She was always cut off. She didn't know what it was with reporters and cutting off women. She cleared her throat. "Well, apparently you can." She admitted running a hand through her copper locks.

"These three people. There's nothing that links them?" A second reporter asked.

"There's no link been found yet, but we're looking for it. There has to be one." Greg told them taking over for his partner so she wasn't interrupted again.

Everyone's phones went off.

Iseabail pulled her phone and looked at it. She shook her head. Again? Seriously? Why couldn't he just let her do her job. Granted she wasn't as observant as he was, but it was becoming a pain when he decided to send text messages during press conferences when they were trying to keep the press silent about the whole thing.

Sally looked at her phone and rolled her eyes. "If you've all got texts, please ignore them."

"Just says, wrong." The first reporter said looking at Sally.

"Yeah, well, just ignore it." She said rudely. "Okay, if there are no more questions for Detective Inspector Lestrade, I'm going to bring this session to an end."

"But if they're suicides, what are you investigating?" The second reporter asked.

"As I say, these... these suicides are clearly linked. Um, it's an… it's an unusual situation. We've got our best people investigating…"

The phones went off again.

"Says, wrong again." The first reporter said looking at the three officers.

Iseabail closed her eyes. God why did he have to do that? Did he really get a kick out of doing this to them? Every bloody time?

Greg looked over at Sally despairingly. He knew that she was probably going to complain about this. But Iseabail was going to get the brunt of it.

"One more question." Sally told the reporters.

"Is there any chance that these are murders, and if they are, is this the work of a serial killer?" A third reporter asked.

Greg and Iseabail shared a look.

Greg cleared his throat. "I… I know that you like writing about these, but these do appear to be suicides. We know the difference. The, um, the poison was clearly self-administered."

"Yes, but if they are murders, how do people keep themselves safe?"

"Well, don't commit suicide."

Iseabail leaned over elbowing him. "Daily mail." She told him harshly in his ear.

Greg cleared his throat. "Obviously this is a frightening time for people, but all anyone has to do is exercise reasonable precautions. We are all as safe as we want to be." He explained.

The phones went off again.

Greg took his phone out and looked at his.

"You know where to find me. SH"

Iseabail looked at hers. She shook her head. She was going to have to tell him about this. He was really messing with her job this time. Plus with Sally Donovan would be making her day a living hell.

Greg put his phone in his pocket. He looked at the reporters and stood up. "Thank you."

Iseabail got up as well. She followed her partner out of the conference.

SHSHSH

Sally followed the two of them through the office. "You've got to stop him doing that. He's making us look like idiots." She complained.

"Well, if you can tell me how he does it, I'll stop him." Greg told her.

"Why don't you ask your partner." Sally said narrowing her eyes at the woman that was known as his partner. "She is the freaks friend."

Iseabail looked at Sally. "Donovan if I knew how he does it I would have stopped him long ago." She snapped at her.

"I am sure if you asked the freak he would stop. He would do anything for you." She said rolling her eyes.

"Quit calling him a freak."

"Don't you care that he is making you look like an idiot as well."

"Donovan… just stop alright? We got a job to still do. Quit harping on me like a banshee." She told the woman before following Greg into the other office. Her phone pinged. She pulled it out and saw who it was from.

"How is the cases of the suicides. M."

Iseabail shook her head. What was she going to do with him? God what was she going to do with the both of them. She may have been their friends, but damn it. There was only so much that she could take of the two of them butting in like this. She quickly typed a reply and then looked at her partner.

"Sherlock is getting out of hand with this."

Iseabail let out a sigh. "There's nothing I really can do about him. I know most of the people that work here hate him because he makes them look like fools."

"Including you?"

Iseabail shook her head. "Not like the others." She let a small smile appear on her lips. "Let's try to see what we can find on these cases. And let's just hope that there is no one else that dies to this same poison."

Greg nodded his head. They really had a lot of work to do. He didn't want to call Sherlock in unless it was something that he felt that they couldn't solve on their own. He was hoping though that with the help of Iseabail who had been able to figure out some of the things that the rest of them couldn't figure out, but if it wasn't something that she could figure out or if she needed an extra pair of eyes which wasn't often Greg would call in Sherlock for a helping hand. But then that got him in trouble with Donovan and Anderson who didn't like Sherlock because of his mouth. He learned to just deal with it and let things slide. God help him if he really needed the help this time. Because he would get heat and he knew it.

Iseabail looked over the files again. She had her hand knotted in her copper locks looking over the files with a careful eye. She just needed something. Anything to pop out to her. She just needed something that truly linked them together and perhaps they would be able to get somewhere with this case.

SHSHSH

Iseabail groaned. She had been looking over these three files trying to get something to click. Every little detail that Anderson had put into the files from forensics and nothing clicked. She had been there for hours after the press conference and people were already going home for the night. Greg had left over an hour ago to go home to his wife and try to work out their problems. There were a few stragglers including Donovan. She rubbed her face and pushed the files back. She pushed her chair back and got up to her feet. She threw her coat on and grabbed her purse. She walked out of her office.

"I was wondering when you were going to leave for the night." Donovan said looking at her.

Iseabail rolled her eyes. "I was trying to find the link between the cases."

"And?"

"I haven't found it. If these are indeed murders then we have no idea who is giving this drug. Or even if this person is even alive."

Donovan rolled her eyes. "You are looking too deep into this. Go home and get some rest."

Iseabail looked at Donovan. "I was planning on it. Good night."

"Good night."

Iseabail walked out of the building to go home and get some much needed sleep. Perhaps Donovan was right. But in her mind anything that Donovan said was to go in one ear and out the other. And that was what she did this time around as well. Ignoring what Donovan had told her.

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This is the end of the first chapter. Please let me know what you think. I hope to have the next chapter out soon. Please leave a review and perhaps anything that you would like to see. I am trying to make this as original as I can. I am going to be straying off of the script, but for the moment I am sticking with the script of The Study in Pink because well… it is a good way to introduce my character into this story. I also thought that Lestrade needed a partner and thought that Iseabail would make a good partner for Lestrade. We will see more of how their relationship works inside of the office. Please let me know what you think and I will try to update soon. Until next time.