Disclaimer: I don't own Whitechapel and its characters, just my dearest OC.
Chapter 1 or How Joe met Emmy.
Joseph Chandler was walking along the street. His latest case made him go to the … University. Interrogation of the witness led to a professor who could poses the necessary information. When DI reached the destination he was impressed. The building was big and old, and twenty minutes later he realized that he's completely lost. All the signs were useless and there were nobody who could point the direction, until someone opened the door… straight to his face.
"Oh, no! No, I'm so sorry! Are you alright? Sir?"
All Chandler could see through his hands pressed to his face was a mass of red curls.
"Ouch… I think I'm fine" he mumbled.
"I'm so sorry, I had no idea you were standing there! I was hurrying and when I hit you, I think I heard… oh, is your nose alright, because I heard some sound, I hope I didn't break it, please let me have a look…"
"I tell you I'm fine," said Chandler feeling his head spinning. Her small hands removed his from his face and she carefully examined his face.
"Well, it's definitely not broken, maybe just a little swelling, or maybe it was that big always. Oh, I didn't mean that your nose is big it's just well…I'd better shut up."
Meanwhile, Joseph examined the girl. She was approximately in her twenties, she looked like a little hippie with her ginger messy hair and huge colorful bag.
"So, my nose is not broken but I still may need some help of yours. I'm looking for Professor Smith. I believe you could show me the way."
"Sure, this way. Oh, m so sorry…"
Professor Smith's office turned out to be right behind the corner but the girl made sure to lead our favorite DI right to the table, behind that sat an old man, who turned out to be Professor Smith.
"DI Chandler, I called you…"
"Yes, yes, I remember," Professor Smith seemed to be so old, even ancient, that Chandler suspected that he doesn't actually remember. "So what was that you wanted to talk about?"
"Professor, our witness said that you were a close friend of Mr. Lowood, who was recently found dead. We suspect that was a murder and it may be somehow connected with the research on a secret societies you and Mr. Lowood were engaged in."
"I always said that we will end up in trouble with that research, but dear Lowood never listened to me." Professor sighed heavily. "We published part of this research, you know?"
"I heard of it, actually a friend of mine gave it to me, (Buchan the book-man!:))" Chandler felt uncomfortable in a messy office and professor's table seemed to portray pure chaos, which made it even worse for DI to concentrate on a talk.
"Now, I would like to have a look at the resources and materials you used for this book, if you don't mind."
"Of course, sir. Emily here will show you everything. I always knew it would be too dangerous to keep these materials at my place. I store them in University's archive. Emily, dear…"
"Sure, Professor. And did you take your pills?"
The old man started fumbling around the table, looking for his pills. Girl, Emily, put a glass of water on the table and took a pack of pills from under the pile of notes.
"I'll take DI to archive and when we're back I'll check on the pills, Professor, so don't forget. DI Chandler, shall we?.."
They left the office and went deep into the heart of the University. Down, down and down. It seemed that the archive was located in a deepest basement ever.
"So, Emily, right? We didn't have a chance to make a proper acquaintance. I'm DI Joseph Chandler."
"Emily Graham, it's nice to meet you. Unfortunately the circumstances of our meeting are so sad. I wish I met you some other time… I didn't have a chance to create a good impression…"
"And you are professor's…"
"Oh, I'm his assistant. I study here and work several hours a day."
"Did you know Mr. Charles Lowood?"
Emily frowned, "I didn't know him much, just saw several times at professor's." There was something confusing in her voice, Joe didn't get what was that. They finally reached the archive, the door stood open and there was light on.
"Wait a second. Ms. Chapman! It's Emily, are you there?"Emily looked around, they were surrounded by enormous amount of shelves and piles of papers. "She was supposed to here. Ms. Chapman is an archivist; she always keeps an eye on those who uses the archive notes. Well, let's anyway, probably she'd just out."
Chandler suspected that something is wrong but perhaps he was just getting paranoid with his stressful job. Emily led him through the jungles if data which seemed really dangerous, considering the amount.
"So these are…" Emily reached the shelf and froze. "What the hell? The notes! There's nothing, it's all gone. DI Chand…"
She didn't manage to finish the sentence because Joe threw her on the floor and fell covering her while the bullets were flying above their heads.
AN: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is a new story featuring DI Joseph Chandler from Whitechapel series and my OC Emily. The rest of Chandler's team will also take part in this project. Hope you'll enjoy reading it.
The story mostly concentrates on relationship between Joe and Emmy, may be later Kent and OC (if I get inspiration). I'm not good at detectives but I'll do my best to keep it in the Whitechapel's style.
Thank you!