Maxfeild Boxlaw, magical detective the case in Faerie

by Kingbee42

Magical detective of Scotland Yard, Maxfeild Boxlaw must go to the past to understand why fairy's from Lost-Hope are attacking towns and city's in England. To do this, he must travel across Faerie and locate the two magicians who re established magic in the world. Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell.

1. Chapter 1

Prologue

Faerie, Lost-Hope mansion, 1819

Maxfeild Boxlaw stood at the centre of Lost-Hope, with its cracked floors and shattered windows, a cold wind blew through the collapsed ceiling, distinguishing all the candles in the hall. The Fairy dancers hurried to the corners of the ballroom leaving Maxfeild and the gentleman with the thistle-down hair in the middle of the room. Behind Maxfeild stood a dead oak tree, in front of him the gentleman stood, his arms were down by his sides preparing to unleash unknown magic upon him. Maxfeild was a pretty powerful magician in his own right, but he doubted that he could take on a Fairy king. His only hope was to delay the gentleman until Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell reached Lost-Hope in time and then together, they stood a chance. He readied himself for the attack as the gentleman with the thistle-down hair raised his left hand and flexed his fingers.

"This will be entertaining" said the gentlemen.

The floor began to shake and new crakes began to open and spread with the gentleman at the heart of it. Maxfeild raised both his hands and the dead oak tree began to creak and the branches started to starch and twist and grow, settling on each side of Maxfeild, waiting for his orders.

The magician and the fairy stood in silence, looking directly at each other, preparing for battle. "This should be interesting" thought Maxfeild, as he readied himself to face his foe.

Chapter 1

England, London, Scotland yard, 2016

A man, 6ft1 with brown hair and green eye walked into Scotland Yard. He wore blue denim trousers with a black buttoned up coat with the collar turned up. He was no more than 18 years old, but he was one of the youngest detectives on the force. His name was Maxfeild Boxlaw, and he was no happy.

He pushed past reception, got into the lift, and then stormed towards the office of the only person in Scotland Yard that he hated with a burning passion, his boss. Her name was Rachel Hill, a young, tall, redhead who at the age of 21 she had reached the position of head officer at the Department of irregularities. She had obtained this job partly because she was one of the most qualified applicants and partly because she was the only applicant. Working at the Department of Irregularity's meant no chance of promotion, it was a dead end job, the only way to leave was to request a transfer and hope the gods were smiling on you, not that many officers requested a transfer.

The job of the department was simple, to investigate and deal with crimes that fell under the category of magical, Supernatural or scientific. Ever sense the reestablishment of magic in England during the early 1800s the government had to make sure that the law was upheld, so in 1829 they established the department of magical crimes. However as the years progressed many strange and unnatural events occurred that could not be explained with or did not involve magic. So the government rearranged the duties of the department to include scientific and otherworldly crimes and was then renamed the department of irregularities.

As Maxfeild stormed towards Rachel's office, fellow detectives and officers parted to let him throw, they knew not to get in his way when he was pissed, and right now he felt like tearing someone's head of. Preferably his bosses. He opened the door, slammed it shut and stood there eyeing his boss as she continued working at her computer, pretending not to notice him.

"You bitch." said Maxfeild.

"Nice to see you too" replied Rachel, still staring at her computer screen.

"I was this close to finding it"

"But the case is over, you court the murderer"

"Yes but I was this close" he replied

She turned in her chair to face him. "Your job was to catch Prof Smith's murderer, you did, well done. You're not paid to look at the dead man's research and think that you could find the Holy Grail."

Maxfield's shoulders sagged and turned his head to the side. "But I was so close" he muttered.

Rachel sighed. "I'll hand the case over to the research people and see what they come back with, ok"

He straitened his back and turned his face to face her. "Fine."

She smiled, picked up a file on her desk and held it out in front of her. "Anyway you have a new case to occupy your time."

He picked up the file and read the title.

CLASSIFIED

Dr Victor Martin

(Missing)

Maxfeild sighed, opened the file and began to read its contents. Doctor Victor Martin, head scientist at the department of Irregularities, tall with black hair and pale skin. He was single and had no family and a brain that would put Steven hulking's to shame. "What did he do this time?"