AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry this seemed to have made Lee and I central characters whereas Chelle and Emma were pretty quiet but I shall change that eventually. Lee, you're that special to me, I gave you the name that I only I call my mum! Go you! This chapter is so OOC for us four but oh well, I didn't want it to be too to the character! Don't hate me too much!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything apart from the four girls and the original piece of fanfiction (that I so should write!)
[The Girls]
"Are they here?" Robbie asked that morning as he walked into the office and Stuart shook his head causing Robbie to groan. He understood that they were dotted over everywhere but this was ridiculous. Why couldn't they have a more solid lead rather than a bunch of losers that like to write lame ass crime stories?
He paused there because he had taken Jackie's lead and had actually settled down the night before to read some of the work. He had to admit that the writing of him and Stuart had actually made him wonder if there was some flirting between the two and even worse, the writer seemed to believe that Robbie was the instigator! The case writer was actually extraordinary and he did believe that she could make an excellent killer or detective if she wanted to because she had perfect analysis of a case. The real shock to him had been the younger girl, the one that had started the archive – oh yeah, this is how much research he had done into the archive last night! – had a real obsession with the thought of him and Jackie getting together. Could that really work? Sure they had a flirty relationship? It was actually as if these girls were in their minds.
"The girls are close to arriving," Burke said from his office, "and I've been told to warn you that one of them is in a complete mood so good luck!"
"Are we splitting them up?" Robbie asked as he moved towards the front door with his two fellow detectives.
"I don't see why we should bother. If any of them are the murderer they're going to love the drama of this and will eventually spill and according to their e-mails they've never met so they won't have a real bond so that they'll keep quiet for another,"
"Did you read the A/N's?" Robbie laughed. "One of them is the soulmate with the younger girl then best friends with the older girl and then she jokes about sleeping with the third. They're close, Jackie, even if they haven't met. The internet really is a great place to meet friends!" He teased nodding his head and she just stared after him. He'd actually read their work? She was impressed.
They were walking to the door when a young girl walked in, her nerves apparent but also a slight bit of excitement as she spied the three detectives. Robbie had to gawp for a moment. The girl had come in a black tee shirt that was worn with a skirt and then a pair of converse that he was sure sported a picture of Blondie. She looked perfect despite the fact it was only ten am! She nibbled her unmade lip as Jackie held out her hand to her, "You're coming with me, Leila." She said smiling moving away with her where they made small talk.
"You look shocked, Robbie." Stuart laughed because Jackie had passed on the message of what he had expected the girls to look like.
"She's not overweight, middle aged or even out of touch. Hell, she had Blondie on her converse! That girl is cool in my books!" He said laughing as another car pulled up and out came a stiletto heel.
Through the door walked a tall blonde woman with a perfect figure, a black coat that clung to shapely curves and the boys were introduced to legs that didn't end before reaching the red heels that had been their first glimpse. According to her profile, this girl was rich and also marrying rich but she also had a record due to teenage rebellion but looking at her now Robbie could see it was perfect rebellion. Burke moved forward now and the other two detectives wondered when he'd arrived!
"Miss Hamden, you're coming with me." He said smiling as she walked towards him, a whiff of expensive perfume wafting past Robbie as she walked towards Burke holding out her hand where they could see a rock of a ring and a perfect manicure.
"These girls are actually killing all my ideas of fanfiction writers!" Robbie said still staring after the woman that had long since left. Stuart just laughed as two cars pulled up at the same time.
The first one to come in was someone wearing a tight pencil skirt with a ruffled shirt tucked in and a tight black blazer with an oversized bag resting on her arms. A pair of sensible, comfortable but still gorgeous heels clacked on their floor as she moved towards them. A pair of stylish glasses perched on the end of her nose and her short bob hair was tussled. Robbie couldn't help but how there was a small trace of Jackie in her and he smiled. "Miss Coney?" Robbie said motioning for her to follow him. She nodded and Robbie sensed the nervous excitement in her too. Before he left, he caught a glimpse of the final girl.
The final girl walked into the office and she looked less impressed than the rest. An unusual shade of ginger hair was styled in curls that looked like they'd been badly slept on but yet were still pretty, there were remnants of last nights make up on her face and she looked seriously disgruntled. She was a lot more casual than the other three but the tight jeans showed strong legs, a pair of sneakers on her feet and a fashionable top that flashed off an attribute that she obviously used to her advantage. A simple necklace reading "believe" was the only piece of jewellery that adorned her body. She pressed a hand to her mouth.
"Are you okay?"
"No." She said following him. "I get one day off at university so the night before I decided would be a good time to go out and get steaming. I did so and ended up getting home at four where I fell asleep in my new dress to be woken at eight am by police in uniform at my door with all my neighbours to see." She groaned. "I looked such a state and one of the coppers was really cute!" She sighed.
Stuart smiled because he had missed the student life and listening to this one talk, he was missing quite a deal. She looked up at him. "Is there like any chance I could get a coffee because I promise you now I'm going to be a bitch unless I get a nice warm coffee with a billion of sugars in it," she said moving into the interrogation room where she winced as three girls screamed her names.
The pain of the hangover was totally forgotten though as she accepted all of the hugs and kisses. "What the hell are you doing here?" The rich one asked as she helped her into a chair. "And by the way, you look like shit."
"Thanks Sheila, that's all I needed to here." She glimpsed at the expensive watch on her friends watch. "I should still have another seven hours in my bed. I wake up at five when I've been out the night before."
Leila laughed and looked at the four detectives that were staring at them, "you think she's joking."
"Any chance of that coffee?"
The four detectives had agreed that drinks were a good idea and had left to get them some. Robbie and Jackie were stood in the room behind the mirror, the speaker on to listen to their conversation. "Your opinion changed?"
"It actually has and that was just from meeting Leila!" He said laughing. "We're hero's to a bunch of normal teenage girls who have normal social lives." That was a given looking at the state of Ellanna, who was falling asleep on her hand as the rest of the girls talked. "I just think there is something odd about all of this now."
"Oh so you could accept that they were killers when you though they were overweight, unsocial losers?" She said and he immediately picked up that she wasn't impressed with him, again.
"You know that being overweight, pathetic, unsocial fits in with a psychopath. This girls have solid lives and hell, I don't think they have time for casual murder. I mean, Leila has school. Ellanna has university and a busy nightlife to put up with. Ellie is training to be a secretary and I don't think Sheila bothers wasting her time on murder." Jackie nodded in agreement. The four girls didn't have the right profile but they were still supplementing a murderer with the wrong sort of material.
"Let's see what they have to say," she said turning the speaker a little louder.
"Why do you think we're here?" Leila asked and she looked at Ellanna, who was nudged by Ellie to wake up from her light snooze. Ellanna glared at Ellie for a moment before shrugging her shoulders.
"Maybe it's a crime to write about detectives?" She joked lamely and Sheila looked up from her manicure to glare at her. If this was what Ellanna was like without coffee after a night out, god bless any man that decided to tame her!
"I'm sure they'll tell us once they've hunted the grouch some coffee,"
"Hey, I'm not a grouch. I just don't like having only four hours sleep when I drank too much last night." Ellanna paused. "I'm probably still drunk which is great for an interrogation." She winked causing Leila to smile.
"I'm sure everything will be okay," Leila said due to always being the one that wanted everyone to be calm. Ellanna agreed and rested her head against the table before starting to laugh. "What's so funny?"
"I've wanted to meet you so long, Leila and here we are meeting for the first time in a cramped interrogation room. I think that's pure old fashioned irony! Even we couldn't have concocted that in one of our stories!" Leila started to laugh too as she moved round the table and gave Ellanna a hug. Sheila smiled and reached over to grab Ellanna's hand, her other one stroking Leila's cheek.
"Well at least it finally happened!" Sheila said and Ellie nodded her head in agreement, reaching over to join in the embrace.
"The worst that will happen is we get a slapped wrist but at least we always got our wish girls," the three girls looked over at her. "We met Robbie Ross!" All four exploded into giggles.
Stuart walked into the interrogation room with the beverages that the four girls had asked for and handed them out, smiling as Ellanna accepted the coffee as it was a life preserve causing her three fellow writers to chuckle affectionately and for Leila to squeeze her hand. "Girls, we're sorry for disrupting your days but there is something we need to ask you."
Digging into the file, he handed out a copy of the story and it didn't take long before the three girls were staring over at Ellanna, who was too busy drinking her coffee. She stopped drinking and picked up the sheet of paper that was protected by a polly pocket. "Where did you get this?" She asked looking up at him.
"You're the writer of this particular story?"
"Particular story?" Leila enquired because Ellanna was still staring at the sheets of paper that rested in front of her in shock.
"We were sent the link of your archive by an anonymous e-mail," all four girls stared at him but he just continued. "We have read all the stories but it was this one that caught our attention."
"Why did "Medical Jinx" catch your attention?" Ellanna asked as she looked at the sheet. "I mean personally I think this is one of my worst thought out cases! My favourite one particularly is Five Years Ago. If you want a case to pick at..." She stopped at the sight of Leila rolling her eyes. "Sorry. I suppose there is a point to this?"
"Three nights ago, a nurse was murdered in the exact way that you're female victim was killed." Ellanna looked at him and couldn't say anything so Sheila came to the rescue.
"Detective, I'm sure that that is just a coincidence." She said seriously causing Ellanna to nod eagerly.
"That would be believed but nearly every detail was right." He said. "We know it's hard to believe but there is a serious chance that the woman might be the grandmother to Krystal's child and also she was slit from side to side while on the phone to her husband,"
"I wrote this before that happened! You can not be seriously accusing me of..."
"We're not daft. You're just a writer of crime. If every crime writer turned to actual crime then the death count would never stop!" He nodded but then he turned sombre again. "I need to know who you've personally told about your writing."
"No one," Ellanna whispered. "I'm actually really secretive about this part of me. You tell your friends that you love to write and they immediately assume that you're a geek. I didn't need that and how do you tell anyone that the most important people you've ever met live in another place and you met through writing fanfiction based to a detective that died years ago?"
Stuart turned to look at Sheila. "I haven't told anyone either. My fanfiction writing is even more secret than Ellanna's and I rarely write!" She shrugged her shoulders.
"I've told a number of friends that are my age because they took a keen interest," Leila admitted. "It took me forever to trust them knowing that I wrote and I know that none of them would do it literally." Stuart happened to agree with her one that one so he turned to look at Ellie.
"I have no idea. I write about my fanfiction quite a bit on my facebook so that's a lot of people because it's not as if I know who pays attention." Stuart nodded. So that didn't help their case any at all.
"What happens at the end of the story?"
The coffee had obviously had an effect on Ellanna by now because she was much more awake and that meant sarcasm was high. "Are you kidding? You said you read our stories meaning you read the A/N's. Did you not take into account how much of a fucking wall I hit with case stories? I don't even know why I bother writing them anymore."
"Because we love them!" Leila said turning to glare at her. "Remember we all promised to stop slating our own work!" She shook her head before turning to Stuart. "We all hit walls with chapter stories and that causes our stories to struggle with the flow!"
"What if we help you?"
"And what? You want me to write that the murderer decided to hand himself in?"
"It could come in ahdny," he said shrugging his shoulders and she just glared at him.
"I'm scared that you're being serious. If I do that, he'll know there is something wrong. I always write a real case. I need a firm reason for everything coming out." She looked over at him. "I didn't think Krystal actually had a child,"
"Yes well," he said looking down. "I should stop allowing my life in the paper." He laughed before looking around the table. He handed all four of them a pen and a piece of paper. "The aim of today is to come up with a POA for the story."
"Um, no one says POA out loud because plan of action is okay," Ellie explained before looking down at the piece of paper.
Sheila looked at Stuart, "we can't come up with a plan of action for Ellanna's story. She takes immense pride in knowing that she managed to finish it no matter how much of a struggle they were!"
Ellanna shrugged. "Someone is taking them serious. We need to end this before another life is lost."
"Ellanna, you always kill off at least two people so he'll know something is wrong," Ellie pointed out and Ellanna glared at her piece of paper. Damned piece of structure!
"Typical. The stories we wanted to come true don't and the one story you would never imagine coming true manages too. FML." She might have said that in code to save her innocence but Stuart knew what it meant. He smiled as he watched her start to scribble a mind map on her sheet of paper. She clicked for the others to get working.
"Can I ask what stories you wanted to come true?"
"R/J," all four chorused without even looking up from their piece of papers and despite the use of code Stuart was well aware of what stories they meant. That went for the two detectives stood behind the glass.
TO BE CONTINUED...