Title: Study In Blue
Universe?: AU
Rated: T. Will contain blood, dead people and murders.
Summery: A chain of suicides have been happening all round London, the head of police, Luke Castellan, has been trying to solve the new case with his team until his enemy had decided to come back to town to help out.
Anything else: If you don't like, yaoi or yuri, don't read it.

Study In Blue
Prologue

The flash went off on the camera and Connor peered over the top, seeing the dead body lying on the floor. "Still can't believe it." He muttered half to his self.

"We'll start believing it," Luke said, folding his arms. He was stood behind Connor who was crouched down, taking photos for evidence. Luke tilted his head to the side, getting the better look on the body. It was a teenage boy, looked about 16-ish, had messy black hair, and wore a blue t-shirt and jeans. Nothing out of the ordinary, to tell the truth. "Anyone can get killed nowadays."

"I can see that now." Connor replied, standing up, capping the camera. He looked quite downcast. Connor had just joined police; he was still trying to get his head round the fact that he was part of the team who solved cases of dead people. "Any ID yet?" he asked, not making eye contact with his boss.

"Nope," Luke answered turning on his heel walking out of the town house building. It was a house for sale, and it was a pretty horrible one as well. No one had come to see or even want to come to buy it. And now that someone had died in it, who would now? "Travis!" he barked to his other team mate. "ID, now," He ordered.

The young man walked up with photographic files, flicking through then. "Yeah, just got them now. The kid's name is Perseus Jackson - Percy for short, 16 years old, lives with his mum down town London. And has no reason to be here at all." He explained. He glanced up at his boss's perplexed face. "What?" he said.

"The reason why he had reason to be here?" he knitted his eyebrows together."Why would a teenage boy want to be in a house for sale and want to die?" he thought. "How he died?" his hand has found it' way to his chin now, trying to work this case out.

"Possible suicide, need to get the files back from base, and if so..." Travis sighed, "Third one this month." He said. "Maybe he was depressed, hated school or hated his life all together."

"All reusable," Luke mused, "But why?" he wanted to know now. Luke was cut short as his phone started to ring, "Hello? Ah, Annabeth Chase. Anymore fantastic news of the new comer to town then?" he asked.

"Don't sound so pleased Luke." Annabeth answered back. "So, I've got the results back and this is what they said. The boy died of probably infestation. Passed out possibly, choked on his own vomit." She explained, "Wasn't any alcohol in his system, and could have been a seizer? Possibly, although, I'm not sure yet."

"Oh shut up, you know what it was, you've seen the papers."

There was a brief pause of silence, Luke was sure that he'd heard Annabeth gulp. "He's part of the suicides, isn't he, Luke?"

Luke closed his eyes and held a hand to his temple. "There can't be link between them; there can't be a chain of suicides, can there?"

"We're not sure yet, Luke, okay?" Annabeth sounded irritated at this information.

"And we all know that's wrong, don't we?" Luke froze at the sound of the voice. His face turned into a scowl and jerked round. He saw the young man who he hated for all these years. The young man lent forwards on the police car. He had shaggy black hair, dark eyes, and had pale skin and wore a black suit.

His name was Nico di Angelo.

This is what happens when I have a block of from writing and then come back with a murder. How cool am I?

I've had this idea for a while. And yes, I did have a lot of help from Sherlock Holmes. I loved that show since I was a kid. Not a good idea to let a six year old to watch them of course, if you do, you'll turn out like me! Death obsessed.

~August