Detective Buchanan
Rainbow Haired Girl
Summary: Iseabail Buchanan had been friends with the Holmes brothers when she was younger, but now as an adult and meeting Sherlock again along with his brother Mycroft. Do things change between them?
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock BBC, but I do own Iseabail Buchanan.
Authoress Note: I've decided to chuck this story into one story instead of a series. I am going to fix the multiple mistakes that I have in this story and fix them up to be proper and better to read. Hopefully, I do this justice in fixing the problem. It will be a slow-burn romance… but will it be Mycroft or will it be Sherlock? That is what I'm going to have my readers help me along with. Hopefully, either Holmes boy will work with Iseabail. If we have her with Mycroft things will unfold a lot differently than her with Sherlock. Unless there is a romance triangle where she tries to figure out who she best fits with. Without further ado Chapter 1. ENJOY!
Chapter 1
January 29, 2010,
A young woman sat in the offices of the New Scotland Yard looking over the three cases that seemed to be all linked together. Her copper hair was cut into a short pixie cut revealing her pierced ears that she kept professional enough, having a set of pearl earrings in her lobes. Her amber-colored eyes looked through a set of black framed reading glasses as she read the files over again trying to find something that would link them. The white sleeves of her button-down blouse were rolled up to her elbows as she had spent most of the morning in the office.
Her partner Greg Lestrade had given her the files in hopes that she would be able to figure out what was linking these three people that had been killed, Sir Jeffrey Patterson, James Phillimore, and now a woman by the name of Beth Davenport. But nothing seemed to link them other than the fact that they were in places that they shouldn't have been and they had taken something that killed them.
She looked up when there was a knock on her door that had been open. "Greg." She said pushing the files back on her desk. "What can I help you with?"
"Thought you would like to join in on the press conference," Greg said, putting his hands into the pockets of his black slacks.
"Is Detective Sergeant Donovan going to be there?" The young woman asked before pursing her lips together in a thin pink line. She didn't like dealing with Sally Donovan and the two of them had a mutual dislike for one another but tolerated each other on the job because neither Donovan nor herself wanted to be fired from working at Scotland Yard.
Greg let out a sigh knowing that the young woman who was his partner for the last two years didn't like Donovan that much. "Detective Sergeant Donovan will be there to help with the conference. Iseabail, I know you don't like Detective Sergeant Donovan that much, but it would be a great help if my partner was there to help with this conference."
Iseabail removed her black reading glasses from her pale nose and let out a soft sigh. "Alright. I will join you and Detective Sergeant Donovan for the conference. How long do I have to get ready before the start of the conference?" She asked as she got up from her seat, smoothing out the black pants that she wore. She stretched a little trying to get her body to loosen up some after sitting in the chair for so long. A satisfying crack left her back relieving the pressure that was on her back from sitting so long.
"Fifteen minutes before the conference begins, Iseabail. I am sure that you will be insightful on what you might have found in those files."
Iseabail shrugged her shoulders. "I mean yeah they are connected, but I've been so overworked on other cases that my brain hasn't had a chance to process. I can tell you one thing though."
"What's that?"
"It's not suicide." She pointed out simply having a gut feeling that she was right on the matter. Nothing would change her mind on the case not being suicide. There was just no way in her mind that people would commit suicide the same way. It bothered her that others thought it was suicides.
"Iseabail… they are suicides… they all took the same thing that killed them," Greg said, looking at her. He knew that she was smart, but it had to be the tiredness that she had been dealing with and was messing with her work.
Iseabail let out a soft sigh. She knew that Greg was sometimes very stubborn to listen to reason. She knew that something was up with this case and it wasn't something that was going to be seen so easily by normal people. "If you say so, Greg." She said softly as she simply shook her head. She wasn't about to argue with her partner about this case. There was no point.
SHSHSH
Greg and Iseabail sat next to one another. Greg was separating Iseabail and Sally from one another. Greg looked uncomfortable sitting between the two women.
"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." Sally Donovan said beginning the press conference as protocol called usually for the media to let them know how their searches were going. "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 being treated as linked. The investigation is ongoing, but Detective Inspector Lestrade will take questions now."
Iseabail shifted in her seat next to Greg. She just wanted this press conference over with. She hated them because of how many people usually packed into these places to get the information that they needed.
"Detective Inspector, how can suicides be linked?" Reporter one asked their question.
Greg put his hands on the table. He shifted forward a little bit in discomfort. "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…"
"But you can't have serial suicides." The reporter interrupted Greg.
"Well, apparently you can." Greg replied, keeping his cool about being interrupted. These things always happen in press conferences of this caliber.
"These three people: there's nothing that links them?" The second reporter asked.
"There's no link been found yet, but we're looking for it. There has to be one."
Everyone's phones went off in text message alerts. Everyone looked at their phones, seeing Wrong! Written in the message.
Sally rolled her eyes when she saw it on her phone. "If you've all got texts, please ignore them." She looked over at Iseabail who was still looking at her phone with a dirty look. She hated having this woman working with them in the New Scotland Yard because she was friends with the freak who had sent this text message.
"Just says, 'Wrong'." The first reporter said, looking up at them.
"Yeah, well, just ignore that. Okay, if there are no more questions for Detective Inspector Lestrade, I'm going to bring this session to an end." Sally said dismissing the reporter who had just talked to her.
"But if they're suicides, what are you investigating?" The second reporter asked.
"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…"
The phones went off again with one word. Wrong!
"Say's wrong again." The second reporter said, looking up at them.
Greg looked despairingly at his partner Iseabail.
Iseabail let out a soft sigh. "One more question right Detective Sergeant Donovan?" She asked, looking at the curly-haired woman.
Sally nodded her head. "One more question." She confirmed what Iseabail had said.
"Is there any chance that these are murders, and if they are, is this the work of a serial killer?" A 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." Greg said, looking at the third reporter. He didn't want a ruckus with another serial killer knowing that was how people of the papers loved writing about serial killers. It was just something that they did.
"Yes, but if they are murders, how do people keep themselves safe?"
"Well, don't commit suicide."
Iseabail leaned over. "Daily Mail." She said, muttering into his ear as a warning.
Greg grimaced at what she said. "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."
The phones went off again with the same word again. Wrong!
Greg's phone then went off as did Iseabail's. The two detectives looked at their phones and they both had received the same message.
You know where to find me. SH
Greg looked at Iseabail and saw the look on her face. He looked up at the reporters and stood up to his feet. "Thank you."
Iseabail got up to her feet and followed Greg out of the press conference that Sally would be finishing up on her own bringing it to a close.
SHSHSH
Sally, Greg, and Iseabail walked through the halls of the New Scotland Yard.
"You've got to stop him from doing that. He's making us look like idiots." Sally complained to Greg. She was getting fed up with the text messages that were making them look more and more like idiots as time went on.
"Well, if you can tell me how he does it, I'll stop him." Greg said exasperated that Sally had thought that he knew how to stop him from doing what he was doing. If he knew how he was doing it he would have been more than glad to stop him from doing it while they were at press conferences.
"She would know how to stop him." Sally said pointing at the copper haired woman that was with them.
Iseabail scoffed a bit, turning and looking at Sally. "Donovan, even if I knew how to stop him and told him to quit… I know for a fact that he wouldn't stop just because I asked him to." She shook her head knowing that there was no way to control him due to the fact that they were now only aquatinances and not friends with one another since she had left.
"So he would rather make you look like an idiot." Sally said scoffing a bit looking at the copper haired woman with narrowed eyes.
Iseabail shook her head not listening to what Donovan was saying. She just simply walked back towards her office. She had enough of Donovan's accusations. It wasn't like she was allowing him to do this. He had his own way of doing things and it didn't matter what she said to him. After all he wasn't making her look like an idiot because she always thought deeper into things than her co workers.
She walked into her office with a soft sigh roughing up her short copper hair with her hand. She turned when there was a knock on the door. "Greg, what can I help you with?" She asked, looking at him knowing that he probably came into her office for something important.
"Can you talk to him?" Greg asked, putting his hands into the pockets of his slacks. He could only hope that she would be able to talk to him to stop him from doing what he was doing and to make things a little bit more easier for them.
Iseabail let out a soft sigh. "What am I going to talk to him about? He's going to continue doing what he has been doing and you know that Greg. It's just the way that he is." She said she crossed her arms looking at the older man. Even if she did talk to him he wouldn't listen. She knew him better than most people.
"Could you at least try, Iseabail?" Greg questioned giving her a pleading look. He knew that she would be able to try and get through to him and that was all he wanted was to get through to him so they weren't made out to be fools.
Iseabail closed her amber colored eyes and went into a thought process. She could try, but she knew that he would not listen. It was who he was. He was always a bit eccentric and that wasn't going to change any time soon.
"So will you do it, Iseabail?" Greg asked in a hopeful tone. He really wanted her to at least try.
"I can try. But I am not guaranteeing anything. He's his own person and does what he wants, but I can at least try talking to him, maybe to get him to ease up. But ten to one he is just bored." Iseabail said gathering her things up letting out a soft breath knowing how he was in the past and there was no way to stop him from doing things when he was bored.
Greg nodded his head. "You should go home and get some rest, Iseabail. You look tired."
Iseabail nodded her head. "I'll see you tomorrow. I'll let you know how my meeting with him goes."
"I am hoping that it will end well." Greg said smiling.
Iseabail nodded her head. "Maybe. One can hope. Go on Greg… get some rest too."
"I have some paperwork to go over before going home." Greg told her with a smile.
"Alright. Try not to overdo it."
Greg laughed lightly leaving Iseabail's office.
Iseabail picked up her messenger bag and threw it over her shoulder. She shook her head lightly knowing that Greg was probably going to be here for a while. But she could only hope that her little talk with him would end well and maybe he would stop sending messages to everyone wrong because he was bored.
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This is the end of Chapter 1. New and revised. Hopefully much better with the added detail that I've added. Who do you think she should end up with Mycroft or Sherlock? Please leave a review and let me know what you think of this chapter. Reviews help me keep going when it comes to writing out the story. I hope to have the next chapter out as soon as possible. Until next time.
