Noah Holmes

Chapter One: A Study in Umber

Part One:

It's completely true that Noah Sterecra, was known for his high intelligence and sarcasm. He still wore his green khaki shorts, blue collared shirt, and red vest. Everywhere he went, he had some type of book with him. Whether it was about Australian crocodiles or goat cheese, he read it all. Ever since he last participated in the Total Drama World Tour season, he kept quietly to himself. If you needed to know a random fact, Noah 99% of the time had an answer for you.

His large, blonde haired, best friend was almost the opposite of Noah. Going out to parties, getting drunk, and always eating. He was basically a gentle giant. Who knows why they became friends. Opposites attract? Owen and Noah became buddies shortly after they became teammates on Team Chris is really, really, really, really, hot. They still kept in touch after the volcanic explosion, and soon they moved into the same apartment building. Of course, the duo frequently talked with the Total Drama cast. Even the people from the two later generations.

After Pahkitew Island ended, the producers decided it was best for Chris McLean to be entered into a mental health hospital. His sadistic ways were getting dangerous and Chris kept ignoring the producers. Naturally, the entire Total Drama cast partied at Geoff's due to McLean's recent hospitalization. Victory never tasted this sweet. Chris still wasn't making any progress, even after four years.

Everything was going great in Noah's life. He had his best friend to chat with, he had recently graduated college with a Masters degree in chemistry, obviously famous, and soon was going to quit his job as cashier of the local Walmart to pursue his career as a Biochemist. Writing signatures on many pieces of paper was getting annoying. Sometimes even on the food containers! Nothing could theoretically go wrong with Noah's future plan.

11/20/20

Noah was sitting in front of the roaring fire, in his grey armchair. Books scattered around his apartment's floor. Chemistry tubes, filled with various chemicals sat soundly on his kitchen cabinets. Owen was also sitting beside the fire, his mind deep in the game he was playing on his Phone. An open bag of potato chips sat next to him on the table. A rather normal Friday evening before Owen went back to his apartment from above.

"I was planning on going out to the nightclub after,' Owen exclaimed, looking at Noah intently, 'I wanted to see if my little buddy would care to come with me to enjoy a night out."

Noah wasn't surprised at this. Owen had been trying to get Noah to go out with him for the past three weeks. Noah has kept his ground and intends to keep it that way. No way was he gonna risk his life getting drunk and go do something stupid. Noah kept his priorities straight.

Noah was about to tell him no, when they heard a firm knock on Noah's door.

"I got this one. then you can answer me when I get back," Owen said, standing up and walking towards the door. Noah didn't really care, so he just went back to his book

"Ah! Mr. Waterflower! Didn't expect you to be here," Stated the man. Soon he was engulfed in one of Owen's famous hugs.

"Brick! It's been so long!" yelled Owen, squeezing Brick hard against his chest.

"It's Officer McArthur. But I suppose it's fine for you to call me Brick," He stated as Owen let go. It's true that Brick had joined the police force. He decided against the Canadian army at the last second and decided to take his talent to the police academy. With his recent military work, he only needed to attend the academy for six months. Half a year earlier than other police cadets. He was now donning a blue button up shirt and pants, sunglasses, a walky talky and gun on his belt, and still kept his buzz cut.

"Hey, fancy name you got there Brick," Owen called out.

"I'm not here to make conversation sir, I'm here to see Noah."

Brick's eyes scanned the messy room, using his baton to lift up a stack of newspapers, "Messy place you have here Owen," Brick stated.

"It's not my place, it's Noah's. I live above him."

"Ah, speaking of Noah, do you know where he is?"

"He's in his living room, reading,' exclaimed Owen, taking a Coke from the fridge, 'Do you want anything to drink or eat,"

"I won't be here long, but thank you," then Brick turned on his heel and marched towards the living room to where Noah was.

"Am I in trouble, McArthur," Noah asked deadpanning, motioning Brick into Owen's seat.

"Don't worry, Mr. Sterecra, you're far from it,' Reassured Brick, 'But we need your help."

"We?"

"The police, I meant. Our detective was found in his house, hanging from the ceiling in his foyer. We found evidence of a cocaine overdose. Even if he was still alive, he would've been fired from the police force. We do not tolerate drug use."

"You want me to fill in as detective temporarily until you find a suitable replacement? Am I right?"

Brick gave a nod to fellow ex-contestant. "The police are finding a hard time searching for a new detective, and they wanted to have a temporary filler, in case anything happened. Since almost everyone knows about your amazing intelligence, I thought you would make a great person for the temporary job."

At this point, Owen had already walked in, and taken a chair from the kitchen table. "My little buddy is a perfect fit for this role! Does he get to wear a detective cap? When does he start?!"

"Why couldn't you ask Courtney, Cameron, or literally anyone else?" Noah asked, ignoring the comment Owen made.

"You know how Cam is with this stuff. He'd even freak out about an officer in his house. Scarlett is locked up, due to her recent involvement in Pahkitew Island,"

Noah completely agreed with Brick's reasoning. There was really no one else to take Brick's offer, "And Courtney?"

Brick turned solemn when Noah asked that simple question. He fiddled with his hands and fingers, his gaze looking at the small, red, carpet below him.

"Clearly you aren't going to tell me about Courtney, so I'm just gonna turn down your offer Mr. McArthur,' Deadpanned Noah, 'I've got big plans for the future, and this isn't gonna put a roadblock in my path. Owen, show him the door."

"Awwww, come on Noah, do it!" Owen begged him.

"The answer is still no, Owen. Deal with it."

Brick snapped back to reality. Eyes returning to the duo. "You'll get paid VERY well for your troubles Mr. Sterecra."

This made Noah stare at Brick hardly. Almost terrifying the current police officer. Brick had luckily found Noah's vulnerable spot. Noah needed the money. Being a cashier wasn't paying well at all, and if he was gonna quit tomorrow then his bank account would drop substantially. "How much," Noah asked.

Brick took out a pen and a notepad from his front pocket on his collared shirt. Writing the exact amount Noah would get paid for his role. Folding the paper in half, he gave Noah the amount. Noah's eyes widened at the amount written on the plain notebook paper. His breathing increased and was thinking that this definitely wasn't real. Surely no one could get paid this much for a simple temporary job.

"Give it to me! I wanna see too!" Cried out Owen, holding his hands out to Noah.

"That's his own personal business Owen," Stated Brick, crossing his legs.

"I-Is this real?" Noah questioned. Brick gave a slight nod of the head.

"If you manage to do your job, and not be lazy, you will get paid the exact amount written on the sheet," Brick explained to the now gawking Noah.

"I'll take it that the state will pay you a very generous amount," Said Owen.

This was happening way too fast for Noah. Should he take it? Would he be good at this detective work? He realized he was overthinking this. There was little to no crime in Canada. It wouldn't hurt to do nothing for a massive check.

"Deal," Noah stated, showing his hand to the officer, who returned it back. Owen looked very pleased at this transaction. Not only is Noah going to leave his apartment, Owen was now best friends with a real detective.

"Knowing your personality, you will either hate this job with a passion, or absolutely love it," Brick replied.

"Hell yeah Noah! Maybe we'll be like Holmes and Watson!" Owen cheered out.

"No!' Noah replied yelling, 'I'm only doing this for the money. And that's that!"

Brick then looked down, going to his same state earlier. Owen respected his opinion. He would've taken Brick's deal if he got the same amount of money as Noah got. And for the fun of course.

"So, when do I start?" Asked Noah, leaning back in his very comfortable chair.

Brick gave a slight cough when Noah asked him that question. "Ahem, right now actually." He laughed nervously.

"What? Do you want me to go on a coffee run?" Noah asked smirking.

Owen got worried when Brick said that. Surely he doesn't mean…

"T-There's, Uh," Brick stammered out.

"Huh? Couldn't quite catch that," Said Noah.

Brick took a deep breathing, loudly answering, "There's been a murder! Or suicide!"

"Is this a test?" Asked Noah skeptically. Owen had a very different reaction to Brick's words. Falling off his chair, shocked to the bone. He knew something had happen, but a murder? In this part of Canada?

Brick slowly shook his head, giving a no.

Now Noah was terrified. The solemn tone in Brick's voice told Noah he was telling the truth. He didn't hear Owen's 'thump' on the floor. Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The only sound, coming from his rapid heartbeat. If you told Noah, years ago, that he was gonna solve a murder, Noah would've ran down the street and never return. He was so involved in his own books, that he was usually oblivious to what was happening outside. Noah's face went instantly pale, sending cold shivers down his body. The crackling fire no match for the chills on Noah's skin.

After some eerily quiet few minutes, Noah and Owen had regained most of their composure from the shock they had received earlier. That's when Noah broke the silence, "So. I'm supposed to find out who killed…"

"Her, and yes. That is what a detective is supposed to do," Brick answered.

Noah nodded, and asked the elephant in the room, "And who exactly, is the victim?"

Owen was looking with great interest, as Brick replied, "I think it's better if I show you who it is."

"Makes sense, can't figure out who it is without a visual."

"It's a 15 minute drive from here, so we should probably head out now," Brick said, putting on his sunglasses, and standing up.

Owen sat in his chair, awkwardly as Noah was getting ready to leave. "Can I come?' he asked, 'Noah hates going out without someone he trusts. He won't be useful with me!"

Brick looked at a nodding Noah. "Fine. But you will not be getting paid," Brick answered.

This earned an air punch from Owen, who was now standing up and following the duo downstairs and onto the streets.

(Time Skip)

When Brick's police car came into view of the scene, yellow police tape surrounded the area which was deemed unsafe for any type of civilian. Police cars, an emergency vehicle, and regular cars scattered around the brown apartment building. Their lights shining brightly in the night. Men and women were scattered throughout the area, having their own conversation.

"McArthur!' a female voice rang out, 'Is that him?" Pointing towards Noah.

"Yes, he is, Officer Sanders," Brick saluted at the dark skin woman. Sanders was also wearing very similar clothes to Brick, but more lady-like. Sanders saluted back, before she talked to Noah.

"Hi, you can call me Sanders. First of all, you were great on Total Drama!' she blurted out, 'The station is sorry that you have to experience this terrible murder or suicide. Especially as you are the one we are putting our faith in."

"Thanks for the praise, but I want to get in, look at the body, and walk out," Noah deadpanned.

"I'm Owen by the way, 'He stated, 'Noah's best friend, and partner in crime!'

Sanders nodded at the blonde boy. "I'll take them from here, Brick."

"Okay, I'll see you around," Brick replied, walking toward a group of officers.

Sanders led the duo through the front door, and walked up the creaky steps. Passing people as they walked by. Many of them are wearing scrubs.

"The body's in there boys, good luck!" She motioned towards the plain brown door that was currency closed.

Noah's heart was pounding. He had never seen a dead body before, besides Chris's fake dead body. On the other side will most likely be a memory he would never forget, even if he tried to. No doubt Owen was thinking the same thing.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here!" Came an obvious Spanish voice. Noah shuddered when he heard that. This voice is the one Noah tried to forget, for the past 6 years. Al.

Alejandro was also wearing scrubs, covering his muscular body. "I didn't know they let eels into a crime scene," Noah smirked.

Alejandro gritted his teeth. Nothing about his appearance changed, except that he now had a faint goatee on his face. "This eel had recently passed Medical school, if you must know," He argued back

"Hehe, hey Al!" Owen yelled. The Spaniard grimaced at his nickname. Still very affected by it.

"I'm losing brain cells just looking at your face. Go play with your dolls, while the grown ups do the work," Noah said, deadpanning.

Noah returned to the door, after the run-in with his enemy from Total Drama World Tour. He took a deep breath, and turned the knob, opening it. Inside, was a queen sized bed with a blue comforter clearly messy, a black chest of drawers, a closet, a stack of papers in the corner, a small table in the middle with a coffee mug, and a few books on the table. Next to the bed, was a very familiar body to the duo.

The Corpse.

Hey! This is my second story, so don't expect perfection! I love the friendship of Noah and Owen. Greatest duo in Total Drama! Okay, specifics. This story will be in Third Person POV. I do not own the Total Drama series, Sherlock Holmes, or Sherlock. Expect weekly uploads. Fav, Alert, and Review this story! Do you know the Victim? I was very generous this time. I'll make them MUCH harder than Chapter One's. Also, check out my other FanFic! More on the way!