AUTHORS NOTE: So this story actually has no real plotline yet but I am enjoying writing it and I think nothing else matters but that, right? I hope you're all enjoying this story as much as I am!
DISCLAIMER: I only own the OC's and obviously the original fanfiction in this story. It's all for fun :)
[Leads, Pairings and Shock Horror]
Stuart sighed that morning as he sat down at his desk, his hand running over his tired face. Another argument with Ewan had resulted in him slamming out of the house without even a glance back. The honeymoon period was definitely over on their relationship and they were hitting the nastiness all over again. He sighed one last time before deciding that the important matter here was work and the latest case. He'd think of Ewan later.
Opening his e-mails, his eyebrows lifted at the anonymous message that was titled "IMPORTANT". He knew better than to open that kind of message without having any kind of assessment done on it but it didn't look anything cleverly done, just a simple message off someone that could make e-mails anonymous. He saw that only thing in the e-mail was that he'd been sent a link.
Clicking on the link, he found himself being sent into a kind of fan base for things. That's when he saw an archive labelled "taggart", the memory of his old boss made him smile as he hovered over it before deciding that he might as well risk it and take a look. He found himself smiling as he read through the stories, the pairings and cases were all fantastic. That's when he froze as he read a certain case.
Printing off the pages, he ran into Burke's office. "I have a lead." He said strongly and Burke looked up at him before waving him out to the bullpen as he rose from his seat, following him out to where they had the victim's photo already tacked to their whiteboard. Even with all the modern day technology, Burke still liked to scribble his comments down.
"What have you got?" Jackie asked stirring the coffee in her mug because she always put too much sugar in and the water never just dissolved it, you needed to give it a helping hand.
"Fanfiction." Robbie looked up at him, his brow wrinkled.
"Isn't that that American thing where people write about their favourite things but come up with their own storylines?" He asked shaking his head as he looked at Stuart. "I don't know how that's a big lead."
"There is a small archive dedicated to our team. It's named after Jim Taggart and it's basically a mixture of cases and pairings."
"Pairings?" Burke asked and he was relieved to see his confusion matched by both Jackie and Robbie. Stuart sighed as he took hold of the board pen and wrote the names: Jackie, Robbie, Burke, Stuart, Michael and Ewan. He then drew lines.
"Pairing stories are where they write stories where their favourite couples get together." He pointed out and Robbie stared at the board before raising his hand causing Stuart to look at him. "Yes Robbie?"
"You've drawn a line connecting me and you," he then takes a second look. "Is that a triangle connecting me, you and Ewan?" He demanded to know, not surprised to hear Jackie's burst of laughter as Stuart nodded. "They think I'm gay?"
"Oh that's priceless," the brunette teased lightly as she looked over at Stuart.
"I bet the women that write this are overweight, middle aged women with no life of their own," Robbie pointed out causing all three members of his team to send him a droll look. "Oh come on, who else would take an interest in our work ethic and long enough to work out that we have sexual tension."
"Robbie, there are always articles in the paper about how well you and Jackie are suited. It's not our fault that we're the team that gets the most press coverage," Burke argued.
"and that normally only ever happens because you've done something stupid," Jackie added on to the end causing Robbie to turn to glare at her, ignoring her cute smile. He knew she was right but did she always have to point these things out?
"So what makes you think that this fanfiction has anything to do with our case?" Robbie asked deciding that Stuart had something concrete because he never made rash decisions to talk about his ideas unless he had sufficient evidence to deliver or a brave enough idea. Stuart held up the piece of paper in his hand.
"One of the writers claims to enjoy writing cases and from the snippets I caught of her writing, she has a good thought to cases. It's actually as if we're working them but this one caught my attention," he handed the three of them a copy of the unfinished story that had caught his eye causing him to print it. The three detectives read the story before gasping as they all realised the connection.
"This story is literally a blueprint for our case?" Robbie pointed out before looking at Stuart, "where's the rest of it?"
"She's not finished. The last sentence is "to be continued..." in capital letters and bold." Stuart said shrugging his shoulders and Robbie looked at him. "She wrote this first," he clarified for the rest of the team. "That means either she's making her work come true or..."
"an avid fan of fan fiction is making her blueprint come true. Damn." Jackie whispered the last word as she found herself staring down at the piece of paper in her hands. The girl's writing was simple and it wasn't even as if she went into complete details about what happened to the victim but it was enough for the killer to have a good idea. She read through it again. "What's shocking is she actually knows what we were doing!" Jackie pointed out causing Robbie to nod.
"I think we need to talk to these so called writers before another victim lands on our doorstep." Robbie looked over at Stuart as he said his sentence and Stuart smiled as he moved round to his laptop.
"I'm one step ahead of you. Every computer has its unique number so I should be able to track them down," he looked up at that part. "This only works however if they're using their own computer and on their own internet connection. If not we have a various amount of data to search through and that could be long and tiring." He sat down. "I'll get on that though."
"That's good," Burke looked down at the piece of paper before up at the board. How could a small piece of fun turn into murder?
TO BE CONTINUED...