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Noah Holmes

Chapter One:A Study In Umber

Part Two

Their breathing became the only noise in the gloomy room. Not a muscle was moved from the duo. Neither of them was thinking they were going to see a dead body today. Or ever.

Courtney Satella laid face up the cold wood flood. Not moving. Not breathing. Not alive.

Being on four seasons of Total Drama, Courtney established herself as a fan favorite. Her preppy attitude during the show got on a lot of the Total Drama contestants nerves. Especially McLeans, when she threatened to sue the show on numerous occasions. But seeing her motionless brought fear and sadness to the duo. Someone who'd been a large part of the show isn't going to go unnoticed by others. Especially if she had been murdered. News about the death will spread like wildfire.

"This is worse than eating chef's cooking on the show," Owen said depressingly.

"O-Owen, this is way worse!' Noah yelled, 'Courtney's dead! She's not breathing! Someone died!"

Owen looked down at his feet exclaiming, "I'm gonna need a lot of chocolates when we get back home." His statement earned a scoff from Noah, who turned around and stared at the lifeless body on the floor. Taking a deep breath of air, he walked over to the body. This is so fucking messed up, he thought.

Suddenly, Noah kicked Courtney hard in her back for two reasons. "That's for bringing Duncan back in the London Challenge," he muttered. And to make sure she was in fact, dead. Noah crouched down next to her and began the investigation.

Investigation

*Noticeable things in the crime scene will appear in normal text on the left. Bolded words will be the most likely cause/change. (I had a tough time deciding how the format for Noah's investigation should go. Don't worry if I change the format in the later chapters, I'll let you know;)

Cold body, lukewarm near chest area: Died 12-24 hours ago.

Pink highlights in her hair: Rebellious stage?

Neck: No signs of strangulation.

Bed not made: Fallen off her Bed?

Arms: Deep scratch marks all over her arms.

Hands: Recently manicured, nails are all different lengths.

Nose piercing: More evidence of a rebellious stage. What could cause Courtney

to do this?

Substance on Courtney's shirt, bed, and floor: What could this be? Water? Juice? Sweat?

Framed photo of Duncan and her shattered on the ground: Did they break up? Clearly knocked over.

White tank top under the bed: Why is HIS shirt here?

Nightstand drawer opened, rummaged through: Nothing suspicious in here.

Investigation Over.

"So, did my little buddy find the killer?" Owen asked behind the new detective.

"I wish, but other than,' Noah proceeded to hold up two items with the plastic gloves Officer Sanders gave him earlier, 'The dirt farmer's tank top, this pillow with a substance on it, and that smashed picture frame, there really isn't any decisive evidence to lock someone up."

With a heavy sigh, Noah stood up and took off the gloves. "Do you want to give it a try, big guy?" He smirked, gesturing to the body.

"Wouldn't hurt," Owen replied, shrugging. Walking up to the corpse, Owen got down on his meaty legs and scanned over the body of Courtney. "She's cold to the touch, but lukewarm in the chest area," he stated.

Noah, now texting on his phone, looked up from the screen at Owen who was staring back at him. "Is that it?" He asked.

"When I'm hungry I can't think straight,' Owen chuckled sheepishly, 'Even my doctor can't explain my condition."

"Impressive, but a plank of wood could deduce more than you," Noah deadpanned.

"At least a piece of wood doesn't have to solve a murder," Owen responded.

"Whatever, just go fetch Brick for me and we'll go Pete's for dinner." Noah suggested to the stomach grumbling blonde boy.

"Aye, Aye, Mr. Detective," Owen saluted, then opened the door to go find Brick in the mass of officers and medics.

This was supposed to be the easiest two weeks of Noah's life. Getting paid handsomely for, maybe finding a lost cat or dog. But, solving a muder is on a much different level from finding lost covered his face with his hands mumbling, "What did I just get myself into."

Noticing that Owen was taking a few minutes too long to find Brick, and in a room with a familiar dead body, Noah walked out of the door of the bedroom to look for his chubby friend and/or Officer Brick.

Walking down the stairs and out the apartment's heavy, grey, front door, Noah finally found Owen and Brick on the wooden front porch. "There you are!" He exclaimed.

Brick, even though he was out of the military, gave his famous salute to Noah. "Ah, detective Noah, did you find any evidence of the perpetrator?" He asked.

'I have a few ideas, but I'm gonna need a science lab to diagnose a substance found at the scene of the crime."

"Sure, we have a lab not too far away from here. Whatever it takes to bring justice to Canada!" Brick yelled, slamming his right fist into his left palm.

"Woohoo!" Echoed Owen.

Rolling his eyes, Noah saw two men in scrubs walk out of the house carrying a filled bag with a zipper. Noah knew what they were doing of course, but was disgusted that the men had the guts to hold a lifeless body between their hands. "Let's just go. The sooner we get this case solved, the sooner I quit."

(Time Skip)

The Toronto National Hospital didn't tower over many buildings, but the structure was still a nice size for a hospital. Rows of windows were facing the outside from hospital rooms. A noticeable fresh coat of white paint was used to clean up the fading colors. A large overhang stood out in the front of the hospital to the entrance. Many trees and bushes were placed around the building for decoration.

After parking, Brick led the group to the side of the hospital. He then proceeded to open a heavy metal door, gesturing Noah and Owen to walk in first. "You're not gonna kidnap us are you? Leading us to the back seems sketchy enough," Noah stated.

"No, no. This is just a shortcut," Brick replied. There was a long narrow hallway painted light blue. Around 20 feet in front of the group were two steps and a door leading to the east wing of the hospital. But on their right were a double door with metal handles and two short and skinny windows showing the inside of the room. A similar door was on their left.

"This is where the morgue is. I assume you know what that means," Brick said while gesturing towards the left doors. Brick then turned to the right and opened those doors, revealing the chem lab.

Upon entering, Noah noticed how cluttered the lab was. Test tubes, vials, papers, scales, and beakers littered the floor. On their left was a counter with test tubes and other various colored substances in beakers. An island table, usually found in kitchens, was in front of the back cabinets. The island was noticeably clean, but there was an empty pizza box in the middle. On the left wall were white coats hanging by a rack, a closed small locker, and a shelf with cleaning supplies and black gloves. A black couch and coffee table sat a few feet to the left of the door. The table held organized papers and books. It was odd, the table seemed completely organized but the rest of the room was just the opposite. Most noticeably though, was there were other people in the room with them. One girl sitting on top of the cabinets, the other girl was on the couch, staring at something intently. Both were also Chinese.

"This is where the hospital does experiments and testing. Please make yourself at home and take as much time as needed," Brick explained.

"Hey Brick! I see you brought some new friends!" The girl on the counter exclaimed staring up from her phone. She was wearing one of those lab coats that went down to her knees. Her hair in two pigtails on the left and right side of her head, they were being held together by two separate ribbons. Her coat was unbuttoned, showing a red long sleeve shirt over a similar white one, and navy blue skirt.

"Kitty? I'm surprised to see you here. Usually Dr. Daniels is in today," Brick wondered out loud.

Hopping off of the counter, the girl apparently named Kitty explained, "Yeah, the boss took her sick week off, so I'm her replacement." She held out her hand to Owen. "Kitty. I'm interning here for the next couple of months."

"I'm Owen, Noah's best friend and partner in crime!" He stated proudly, taking her smaller hand in his much larger hand.

"You're like the softest pillow I have ever felt!" She squealed.

Before Owen could say something in response, Noah beat him to it. "If you mean a pillow filled with jelly donuts instead of feathers, you're spot on," He deadpanned.

"You could be a little nicer, y'know," The girl on the couch said, putting her book down on the table.

"Actually, Owen...

doesn't...

mind...

it..."

Noah didn't know what this feeling was. It was so unfamiliar to him. He never actually never acted this way. He was so fluent, but something was tugging on his tongue. No. It definitely wasn't his tongue. It was his heart. He's read enough books to know what this feeling was, but he was so caught up in learning more that he never actually felt love before. Maybe with his parents, but he doesn't care about them anymore. In other words, Noah thought she was pretty. She was wearing black leggings, an orange shirt and a red cardigan. Unlike her sister, she wore her hair straight down to the middle of her back.

It took the girl to force an awkward cough to break Noah's gaze and notice that he was staring. "That's just my snarky sister Emma,' Kitty started, 'Don't mind her, she's to busy studying the stupid law. Anyway, you must be the temporary detective!"

Noah took Kitty's hand stuttering, "N-Noha."

"No-Ha? That's a funny name," Kitty thought out loud.

"Sorry, usually when Noah's nervous he says words wrong," Owen answered her.

"Oh, makes sense. But why is he nervous?" Kitty asked Owen.

"You're asking the wrong guy buddy," He answered

"I'm g-gotta need to uce y-your checkicals," Noah stuttered, holding up the pillow with the mystery stain on it with his left hand.

Kitty just stared at Noah with a puzzled expression. "He's going to use your chemicals," Owen said, 'He's a chemistry master so he's fine."

"Oh! I thought he was just crazy, but sure he can use our tools. Just don't break anything, kay?" Kitty said to Noah handing him gloves and a very similar white lab coat.

"He seems crazy," Emma pointed out.

Noah put on the required clothing, and proceeded to put the stain under the closest microscope. An awkward three minutes past bye with no talking between the five people. Waiting for Noah to find any trace of a substance. Until it came.

Noah stood back up, and took off the gloves and coat. The group stared at him as he cleaned the lenses of the microscope thoroughly under the sink water tap. "What? Why are you all staring?" He asked.

"Did you find anything?" Brick asked.

"Lysozyme,' Answered Noah, 'Commonly found in foods, tears, saliva, and eggs. There were no eggs in the fridge, there were no tear stains on the victim's face and our witness claims that no one was visiting Courtney so it must be saliva."

"But, maybe it was there befo-" Noah cut Emma off.

"If you remember from Total Drama, Courtney was very strict about herself. She would've immediately cleaned it up when she saw the stain. Indicating it must've been from right before she died. She didn't care if it was there, because Courtney was already dead."

"But you said she went through a rebeli-," Again, Owen was cut off.

"Obviously she was trying to impress someone. Most likely a delinquent. She put pink highlights in her hair showing she was insecure about dying her hair. Her nose piercing was small, barely noticeable. She wanted acceptance. But at her heart, she stayed the same C.I.T, bitchy, Courtney."

"What does saliva mean then?" Questioned Kitty.

"Clearly, she was being strangled!" Brick exclaimed.

Noah shook his head explaining, "Courtney didn't have any signs of strangulation or a blue face when we found her. This means she was never grabbed by her neck. Further solidifying my theory."

"And that is?" Emma asked intrigued.

"Our contestant of Total Drama was clearly poisoned."

Suddenly, a high pitched noise swept across the room. "Sorry, I fart when I'm scared," Owen explained. That earned the four other people to cover their nose with their shirts. Way to ruin a moment Owen.

A/N: I know, I know, sorry it took so long:( Yes, this is gonna be a Nemma story. If you have any problems with that, then I'm sorry. Owen will be paired with someone else, maybe someone that needs mental help. What did you think of the investigation part? If you have any ideas, Please share them. Also, I'm sorry Courtney fans. Don't worry, at the conclusion I will give her a satisfying end. Leave a review, favorite, and put this story on alert, and I'll see ya later.