Thea Diaries Chapter 1: Season One: One, a sherlock fanfic

Lying.

People do it everyday. To control the situation, to make something for better or worse, or to protect yourself. For me, it's for my own good to be lying about everything. I can't tell anyone who I am – who I really am – I can't say where I'm from or I'm in trouble.

Upon arriving to England, the brunette was thrown into the world of crime when she jumped into New Scotland Yard. Thea Karr-Michael was one lie away from blowing her whole world of protection. She stood in the press conference, arms crossed. Since arriving to England, Thea learned too much for her own good.

If only, right? People don't understand how Thea Karr-Michael could be so perfect for the job of Detective Inspector after only being in England for six months. Some times I wonder if I was my true self, how people would react to me. Especially Lestrade.

The people around her couldn't see through her lies – not even Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade. Thea was a ghost in plain sight. There was no one named Thea Karr-Michael, everything about her life was a lie. And for a terrible reason.

Six months ago, Thea arrived, and barely any time after that, she got a job at New Scotland Yard. Lestrade was impressed with the woman, but he knew she was shielded from everything that was ever told to her. Thea couldn't know people's secrets, or else hers would be public. She had to keep an image.

Do you know what's boring about lying? Tell the same damn thing every day because someone new comes around and asks. What I want is, a challenge. A challenge that makes me rethink my lies and lie better. Except no one in England knows how I am or how I work. I'm invisible in very sense in Scotland Yard – I may be a Detective Inspector, but that doesn't mean much.

It's just a title.

But the world wasn't right either. Something was going on and England wasn't sure what was really going on. Since October, there have been suicides, but something was off about them. I tried telling Lestrade about this issue, but he said he had it handled.

I don't really know what that means but he seemed to have an outside person to help him with this issue. I wish he would clue me in, but something seemed off about this whole thing. Today, everything just got worse. Apparently, Beth Davenport was found dead – another suicide. This time, the press was really interested.

Thea looked up from her journal, glancing to Lestrade and Detective Sergeant Sally Donovan who was holding a press conference about the new death. Even since Thea came to England, she wrote in a journal about her trials. Everything was harder than she expected.

And also didn't help these new rash of murders happening in England – the press was calling it suicides but Thea knew better. The rest she stood behind the scenes was because she didn't like the way New Scotland Yard was – it was different than her pervious job.

Sally cleared her throat, getting the attention of the press. "The body of Beth Davenport, Junior Minister for Transport, was found late last night on a building site in Greater London. Preliminary investigations suggest that this was suicide. We can confirm that this apparent suicide closely resembles those of Sir Jeffrey Patterson and James Phillimore. In the light of this, these incidents are now being treated as linked. The investigation is ongoing but Detective Inspector Lestrade will take questions now." Sally explained.

The press began to chatter; trying to get their question answered when one raised their hand. "Detective Inspector, how can suicides be linked?"

"Well, they all took the same poison, um, they were all found in places they had no reason to be, none of them had shown any prior indication of-" Lestrade was interrupted by another reporter, "But you can't have serial suicides." The reporter said.

"Well, apparently you can."

"These three people – there's nothing that links them?"

"There's no link been found…yet…but we're looking for it. There has to be one." Lestrade stated as the room began to come to life with buzzes, beeps, and chimes from the cellphones. Even Thea's. She looked at the message: WRONG!

She held up the phone, making Lestrade look at her. Thea gave him a look, Lestrade shook his head. He was going to have to tell Thea about that text message.

"If you've all got texts, please ignore them."

"Just says 'wrong'."

"Yeah, well, just ignore it. Okay, if there are no more questions for Detective Inspector Lestrade, I'm going to bring this session to an end." Sally said.

"But if they're suicides, what are you investigating?"

"As I say, these…these suicides are clearly linked. Um, it's an-it's an unusual situation. We've got our best people investigating…" Lestrade was yet again interrupted, but this time to the cellphones again.

Thea glanced down at the screen: WRONG! Again.

"Says 'wrong' again."

Lestrade glanced to Thea, then Sally. "One more question." Sally said.

"Is there any chance that these are murders, and if they are, is this the work of a serial killer?" The third reporter asked.

"I-I know that you like writing about these, but these do appear to be suicides. We know the difference. The, um, the poison was clearly self-administered." Lestrade explained.

"Yes, but if they are murders – how do people keep themselves safe?"

"Well, don't commit suicide."

Thea closed her eyes, shaking her head at her boss. Did he seriously just say that in front of at least a dozen reporters? Sally covered her mouth, telling Lestrade where the woman was from.

"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." He stated.

Yet another WRONG! came through.

"Thank you." He said, pocketing his cellphone and getting up from the table. Thea quickly darted out of the press conference, meeting up with Lestrade and Donavon.

"You've got to stop him doing that – he's making us look like idiots." She said. "Well, if you can tell me how he does it, I'll stop him." Lestrade shrugged.

"Who?"

Both Donovan and Lestrade stopped, turning to the newest member of the team. Sally rolled her eyes, walking off in a different direction. Lestrade rubbed the back of his neck. "Who was texting everyone? How'd he get my number?" Thea asked.

"Those questions I've been asking myself everyday."

"Greg,"

"Thea, he's just…" Lestrade didn't know how to explain the man who was proving New Scotland Yard were actually idiots. Thea raised an eyebrow in Lestrade's direction. "His name is Sherlock Holmes." Her eyes widened, she heard some talk about someone named Holmes but she didn't think it was him.

Sherlock Holmes – not the first time I heard his name. Of course, I have to keep up appearances with my new job. I can't be all around Know-It-All, now can I? Anyway, Sherlock Holmes, if I only knew what was going to happen next. If I did, I would have ran for the hills and never came back. Something I didn't expect.

Lestrade looked at Thea, getting an idea. She looked at him, confused as she followed him off to his office. Lestrade was talking to himself as they walked. "Greg, mind telling me what's going on? Why are you muttering to yourself?" Thea asked.

"This is perfect!"

"What?"

"I need you for something."

"Uh…"

"Hear me out, Thea. Just listen." Thea was confused. "I want you to work with Sherlock Holmes." Lestrade grinned. Thea's eyes widened.

"P-Pardon?"

"Basically his babysitter."

"Excuse me?!"

"Thea, I know you just got this job and I think you are brilliant at it but I think you and Sherlock could really play off each other." Lestrade grinned.

"You are giving me a babysitting job?"

"Basically."

"You are bloody kidding right? I'm going to give up my job to be a babysitter to a person I don't even know." Thea explained. Lestrade walked around his desk, sitting in his chair. "Look, I understand what you are getting out, sir, but I won't do it." Thea stood her ground.

"He's at St. Bart's."

"Sir,"

"I expect you there in one hour to have a chat."

"Sir."

"I have a feeling Sherlock will like you – he doesn't really like people, but he will like you, you are a challenge." Lestrade grinned.

"Greg!"

"Thea, it's either this or you are behind a desk. Word from above." Lestrade stated. Thea's fist clenched, not liking what was happening right now. She took a deep breath, clicking the pen in the other hand.

"Fine." She muttered. Lestrade grinned wider. "Where's St. Bart's?" She asked, regretting this so much.

So, remember that time I had a story called: A Consulting Detective's Babysitter I had up a while ago? The one that was almost four years old (MY LORD). Well, about three-ish months ago I deleted. Because, it was shit. Absolute shit. There are no words to describe how much I actually couldn't write Thea.

Well, IT'S BACK! With a new title! And hopefully better written. If anything is misspelled or the grammar is completely off, I'm sorry. I've reread this chapter about 50 times in the last four days. My eyes aren't functioning reading this over and over again.