Welcome to the beginning, I had to print out the entire dialogue to A Study in Pink to make sure I got everything perfect. Yeah, I'm a perfectionist. I really appreciate the reviews I got back on Chapter 1. So here it is, Chapter Dos. I want to dedicate this chapter to three of the most amazing people at the moment. Katie, Lauren and Mikayla because you guys are awesome and I have so much fun talking to you. Enjoy everyone and reviews are welcome, infact they are encouraged. If you aren't happy with anything let me know and we can see what I can do. Xxxx ~MH
The Pink Lady: Part I
Dancing Queen
Three apparent suicides all died the same. Same drug all self-administered and all found in places they had no link to. First was Sir Jeffrey Patterson, then James Fillmore, and last night was Beth Davenport.
I stood at the back of the full room watching the press conference pan out. Sargent Donovan started off.
"The body of Beth Davenport, Junior Minister for transport was found late last night in a building site in greater London…"
Why was she in a building site? What business did she have there? The whole thing just confused me.
"Preliminary investigation suggests that this was suicide. We can confirm that this apparent suicide closely resembles that of Sir Jeffrey Patterson and James Fillmore. In the light of this these incidents are now being treated as linked. The investigation is on-going but Detective inspector Lestrade will now take questions."
Sally threw it to the floor and it was like watching a pack of wolves fight over a scrap of meat. I was glad I didn't decide to go into media and journalism. A man's voice sounded above the rest, "Detective Inspector, how can suicides be linked?"
Greg took a deep breath, "Well they all took the same poison. They were all found in places they had no reason to be. None of them had shown any prior indications -"
The reporter cut him off rudely, "But you can't have serial suicides."
"Well apparently you can." I hoped to the gods that Greg wasn't going to say anything we'd all regret.
Another reporter spoke up, "these three people, there's nothing that links them?"
"There's no link found yet. But we're looking for it… there has to be one."
Everybody's mobiles went off, including mine. I opened the message from an unknown number to find just one word,
'Wrong!'
I looked down at it confused and then slipped the phone back in my pocket. Sally instructed everyone, "if you've all got texts, please ignore them."
The first reporter spoke up again, "It just says wrong"
"Yeah well, ignore that. If there are no more questions for detective Inspector Lestrade I'm going to bring this session to an end." Something, or someone had definitely annoyed her an I made a mental note to stay away from her for the rest of the day. Sally wasn't the most pleasant of people to be around on a good day, but a bad day was like sacrificing yourself to the Mayan Gods.
Greg glanced at me with tired eyes. He was so exhausted from this case, I sent him home last night because he was wracking his brain and hadn't been home in a few days. I nodded sympathetically and gave him a small smile letting him know I was still here.
The second reporter spoke up again, "If they're suicides, what are you investigating?"
"As I said, these suicides are clearly linked, umm, but it's an unusual situation. We've got our best people investigating."
Everyone's mobiles went off again and again I was met with another one worded message from an unknown number,
'Wrong!'
"It says wrong again" the first reporter spoke up. I was starting to think only the two men that had their tongues today.
"One more question" Sally instructed. Thank the gods because this press conference wasn't getting anywhere, it was almost painful to watch.
"Is there any chance that these are murders and if they are is this the work of a serial killer?" A woman asked.
"I know that you'd like writing about this but these do appear to be suicides. We know the difference. The poison was clearly self-administered."
"Yes but if they are murders how do people keep themselves safe?" She was a pushy one and I took an instant disliking to her.
"Well, don't commit suicide." I sighed and closed my eyes. No no no, this was the one thing I was hoping he wouldn't do.
I saw Sally whisper something to him and then Greg inhaled deeply. "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."
Once again everyone's mobiles went off and I opened the message as I ducked out the back of the room.
'Wrong!'
I walked to the staff room and made two mugs, one coffee and one tea. I sipped my mug of tea as I made my way to Greg's office. I knocked on the open door, he was sitting at his desk but seemed far off, like he was mentally going over something.
"I brought coffee" I gave him a sympathetic smile as I handed him the other mug.
He took a generous mouthful of coffee as I sat down in one of the seats opposite him. "You always make the best coffee Adelaide. How do you do it?"
"All trial and error. I've made a fair few horrible cups as well, which probably explains why I don't drink it anymore."
We worked our way through a pile of paperwork until lunch and then I made Greg agree to lunch outside at a nice café down the road. It helped to get out of the offices, even if it was only for an hour.
I picked at a Caesar salad, I was never one for eating full meals, "Did you go home last night?"
"Yeah it was nice to spend some quality time with the girls" he smiled.
Greg had two daughters, Georgiana, although she preferred Georgie, was the oldest at 18 and like me she loved Doctor Who and then there was little Annabelle, or Anna, she was only 3. I had met them once when their mother brought them in for an afternoon. I really didn't like her at all, I had heard she was sleeping around but never thought to bring it up with Greg, although he obviously knew.
"How are they?" I really wanted to help take his mind off the case for a while.
"Anna is still daddy's little girl. She has decided she wants to be a Detective Inspector when she grows up." He chuckled shaking his head, "and then there is Georgie. She's going through that teenage phase where everything is an experiment. Coloured hair, piercings, tattoos. Her mother would kill me if she knew I let her get a tattoo. It is a nice one though."
I nodded understandingly and lifted up my top just enough to show him Smaug. "I got mine when I was 18."
"Do you regret getting it?"
"Not for one second. The Hobbit was a stay point in my rebellion years, I could always go back to it no matter what. I took a shining to Smaug the 'Tremendous' and decided to get him etched on my skin for all of eternity. What did you let Georgie get?"
"I remember your bright blue hair the first time you ever came in for that school trip." He chuckled.
"Oh God, don't remind me Greg" I buried my head in my hands.
"She's got a Shakespeare quote on her shoulder, 'To thine own self be true.'"
"Oh that is nice, as long as she doesn't get a boyfriend's name" I smiled.
"She knows the rules, no names."
I giggled as we walked back to the offices and finished off the rest of the paperwork. With the two of us working on it, the pile was reduced in no time and I was sent home early. With nothing else to do but sit around the office being bored Greg decided to give me some time off.
As I drove home I was hoping Jim was doing business at home this afternoon. I pulled up to the curb and hopped out, taking my bag with me. I let myself in and slipped off my shoes, dropping them by the door with my bag.
I heard a one sided argument coming from the office so I knocked softly and entered. Jim was pacing the room on his phone, someone had obviously annoyed him.
I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I kissed his shoulder and he brought his arm back and pulled me forward so I hugged his side.
He was arguing with someone one the other end and was getting angrier by the minute. I started caressing his side in a motion to calm him down. Some idiot obviously couldn't do as they were told.
I took his phone with a little resistance and lifted it up to my ear. "Moriarty doesn't appreciate having his time wasted and neither do I. With whom am I speaking?"
"and who are you?" a gruff voice asked from the other end.
"His wife, and you'll do good to show some respect. Wouldn't want to be made into shoes now would we?" I spat. "If you can't follow a set of instructions so kindly set out for you then you're really not any use to anyone are you? You have three days, do as you're told and don't make me tell you again. Is that clear?" I raised my voice.
"ye…yes ma'an."
"Oh, and if you mention the fact that Moriarty has a wife to anyone you will wish for something sweet as pain. We know exactly who you are, don't test our patience." I hung up and slipped the phone into Jim's pocket.
I looked up to find him looking down at me with a shocked smile creeping across his face." That was so sexy" he purred.
"it just boils my blood when I see you so mad over the incompetence of others." I stood on tiptoes and delicately pressed my lips to his."
"My wife though?" he smirked.
"well, it's scarier than saying I'm your girlfriend." Part of me longed to be Mrs moriarty though, but I would never tell him that.
"When did you become so evil?"
"Me evil? Why Mr Moriarty, I do declare" I put on a heavy southern accent and we both descended into fits of laughter. "it's acting. Much the same as when you put on your Moriarty persona for business. I'll be in the studio if you need me.'
I broke away from him and turned to start walking and felt the sting of his hand on my backside. I gasped and pivoted around, pointing a slender finger at him, "Watch it Mister!"
He threw his hands up in mock submission, "Yes Mrs Moriarty."
I walked upstairs and got changed into a pair of tights and a loose Doctor Who singlet so I could dance. It was a light blue singlet with 'hello sweetie' written in white and a red lipstick mark on the front.
I walked into my studio and plugged my phone into the amazing surround sound system Jim had installed for me. Sometimes he spoiled me rotten and I was so lucky to have him.
I pressed shuffle and walked into the middle of the room, the cold varnished wood floor underfoot. The first song up was Dude Looks Like A Lady" by Aerosmith as I stretched. I would rather not pull another muscle, it did make for a boring few days cooped up in bed, and an unsightly limp.
I worked my way through a playlist dominated by Aerosmith and Evanesence with a touch of Rihanna, Katy Perry and some La Roux.
I danced and spun around and let the music carry away all of my stress and problems. Whenever I danced I felt like I floated. Dance was the thing to calm me down when nothing else could.
I was at the end of Haven't Met You Yet by Michael Buble and decided to finish off with a few spins. I got about 4 spins in before I noticed a figure standing at the door. I lost my balance and tumbled to the floor. Jim came rushing over to check on me, "Love, are you okay?"
"Yeah yeah, just got caught off guard." I brushed him off.
"You've been up here an awful long time."
"Jim it's been 20 minutes" I stood up.
"Adey, it's been nearly three hours." Why did I feel like I was being told off by my mother?
"Shit really?'
He nodded as I continued. "I'll go make a start on dinner then shall I?"
I was going to regret dancing for that long tomorrow. Everything was going to be sore.
