Hey, this is my first FanFiction.
Additionally english is not my first language, so please inform me, if there are any mistakes.
I would be glad to improve my writing, if you have any suggestions for me.
It's mostly about crime, but there is also some humour and fluff here and there. Barnaby and Jones have a quite close relationship to each other.
P.S. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Except for the characters, that are not appearing on TV.
Chapter 1
A car was driving through a beautiful british landscape. The meadows were green, as were the trees, there was a small flock of sheep and in the distance was a dog barking.
The weather was surprisingly warm for this time of the year, so most of the wild animals were still awake and searching for food. If you were quiet for long enough, they would come close to you, so you could almost touch them.
Harry was sure, if he just reached out a little, he would be able to feel the soft fur of the rabbit closest to him.
But Harry wasn't lying there in the high grass to play with animals, he had to remind himself. No, he had to hide and watch. 'Hide and watch. And then tell me everything!', he has been told.
So he waited patiently.
The car came closer, making unnatural loud car-sounds and Harry cringed.
All of the little animals close to the road hid immediately.
Harry held his breath until the car was gone. Then he moved his hurting legs and arms slighty. Still feeling miserable, he tried not to think about, that he was told to stay there until dawn.
The fancy black car came to a hold when it reached its destination, which was a small farm.
There were already three police cars, a paramedic and the coroner.
"Over there, Sir.", said Jones, as if it wasn't obvious that there were four bodies in the middle of a small cornfield.
As Barnaby and Jones came closer to the crime scene, the DCI cought sight of the meadow next to the cornfield.
There were six dead cows, which lay in a row, throats slid open, similar to the human corpses.
Ben searched for a handkerchief in his pockets while Barnaby looked down to the three young girls, who seemed to have been all killed the same way and probably at least almost at the same time. They all were at the same age (somewhere around sixteen), had the same hair color and the same horrofied look on their faces, implying that their last minutes on earth must have been full of torture. Foot prints all over the place showed that the girls were dragged there and at least one of them was fought there.
The smell of death lay in the air, more brutal than usual on this warm day.
Ben tried to swallow that grumbling in his stomach, while Barnaby leaned even closer in, to have a better view of the cuts, that were all over the bodies.
"Seems like the killer or killers weren't in a hurry. Time of death is between 5 and 8 am, I would say.", the coroner said.
"What makes you think, there are more than one killer?", Ben asked, going a few feet backwards, because he somehow couldn't take it anymore.
"Maybe because there are four bodies, killed at the same time. There were more than one killer or it was one, that was really, really huge and really, really strong and fast and smart. And I wouldn't want to meet the second option.", the coroner said in a bored tone, as if talking to a child.
"I'll go have a look at those cows over there. ...Jones, maybe you should wait in the car. You don't look very ... healthy.", Barnaby said, his voice sounding bored, as usual.
"I'm fine, Sir."
"No, you are not. It's ok."
Jones nodded. Then fled.
After asking the coroner a few more questions, Barnaby walked slowly towards the dead cows. Flys were buzzing around, just like a small crowd of orange butterflys, giving the scene an even more makabre look.
The cuts and bruises were the same as on the girls. 'It was the same murderer.', Barnaby thought.
As always, he first asked himself, why would anyone do that?
This time it was a little different.
He had seen a lot of brutally murdered humans in his career, but why would anyone do that to harmless animals?
Head shaking, he went back to the car and set in the drivers seat, next to Jones, who had his face buried in his hands and apparently didn't see him coming.
"Are you alright?", Barnaby asked, now being really worried, because he had rarely seen his Sergeant act so strangely before.
"It's ... nothing. I just jammed my hand in the door. It's hurting a little. Everything else is fine."
"You know, you can tell me."
"I know."
Silence.
Then Barnaby nodded and asked: "So what are your thoughts about the case?"
"Maybe it was some kind of ritual. Something satanic.", he answered reluctantly, holding his own hurting hand.
"Maybe. But I'm affraid it might be a serial killer.
We have to search for connections between the girls.
... It could be someone, who is reminded of someone else by their outward appearance.", Barnaby said.
"Yes, maybe."
Ben looked out of the window, while John watched him. Then they sighed simultanously and the inspector started driving.
Normally they would talk about the case while driving and plan their next steps, but this time Jones was quiet and Barnaby watched him getting paler and paler.
"Sir, I don't feel well.", he finally said, as if under great pain.
"You know what? We're not driving to the station, I'm bringing you to the hospital."
At this point, Jones wasn't even able to answer.
After two long hours in the emergency room, the doctors talked to Barnaby before they let him into Jones' room.
"How are you, Ben?"
"I'm fine. Thank you, Sir."
"Are you serious this time?", Barnaby asked.
Ben smiled widely. "Of course I am. I'm feeling no pain no more. ...Psst. They gave me something because I hurt my hand in the car. But it's nothing serious." He chuckled, showing him his bandaged hand.
"I see. They gave you some of the good stuff.", Barnaby answered and allowed himself to smile back mildly.
"Listen,", Jones said with a serious look on his face and grabbed his hand, "someone tried to poison me."
"I know, Ben, the doctors told me. I'll do everything I can, to find whoever did this to you, I promise.", Barnaby said and looked down to Jones' warm hand holding his.
"Thank you, Sir."
"Everything will be fine. They said, you'd be home by tomorrow."
"I know. But what happened showed me, that life is short. And..."
"Yes?"
"There is something I always wanted to ask you, Sir.", he whispered and pulled him closer.
"What is it?"
"Something ridiculously important to me. It will change the way we look at each other.", Ben said, keeping a straight face.
"What is it, Jones?", Barnaby asked, his heart beating fast.
"Why aren't you wearing glasses?", Jones asked, cracking into laughing.
"Excuse me?"
"Smart people wear glasses. You are smart. Why do you not wear glasses?"
"You should sleep. We talk later about that. When you wake up, I'll remind you that you are not allowed to watch YouTube-Videos anymore. You are safe here and there is police-officer in front of your door.", Barnaby muttered slightly annoyed.
And before he had finished talking, Ben was fast asleep.
Now, Barnaby was able to carefully free his hand and leave the hospital, but unable to catch his breath or slow down his heart beating.
Later that day, Barnaby was doing some research about his new case on the internet. But every now and then he caught his thoughts wandering off to a certain Detective- Sergeant.
He sighed.
Then he grabbed his notebook and wrote down a few things.
First about the 10-corpses-(if you also counted the cows)-case:
-who?
-where? -Georges' meadow
-when? -5:00-8:00am
-how?
-why?
He sighed again at the view of Bens desk.
Then he did a list for Jones:
-who?
-where?
-when?
-how?
-why?
...What else?
...maybe it was one of the people they brought behind bars. Or a relative or friend of them.
But it might also be an angry ex-girlfriend, which increased the number of suspects even more.
Then he added more points to the list:
-any recent fights with anyone?
-what did he eat or drink?
-did he meet someone?
Then he stared at the list until he realised, how hungry he had gotten.
At 9:00 o'clock in the evening, he went home, after fighting with himself a little, if he should visit Ben once more. But than he decided against it.
"Ben is fine.", he told himself.
So he went home to share dinner with Sykes. The dog barked happily, when he saw him and followed him around the house.
Sarah was visiting her mother, so John was alone with Sykes and his thoughts. Looking at the clock on the wall, he decided it was already too late to call her.
After washing the dishes, he watched TV before falling asleep on the couch, Sykes resting next to him.