Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 2 of Detective Buchanan. I want to thank those who have left reviews. It truly does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this story. I hope that you guys will continue to enjoy this story. I've added some extra items into this chapter to help with the length and make it a bit longer. I hope that I did it justice by doing so. I want to at least try to have my word count around 2000 for each chapter. Hopefully I don't fail in doing that because it brings the mood down when I come in to post each chapter. I think that this story is going to be updated biweekly until a romance is decided. Without further ado Chapter 2. ENJOY!
Chapter 2
Iseabail had taken a taxi to go to Saint Bartholomew's hospital. She knew his schedule from the many years that she knew him. She got out of the taxi and paid the gentleman that had taken her to Saint Barts. She looked at the building and slung her messenger bag over her shoulder as she walked into the hospital. She took a deep breath as she opened the door to go inside of the hospital.
She let out a soft sigh as she headed down to the morgue to see if he was in there. Normally he was when he was bored out of his mind and didn't have a case to work. It always seemed to happen. She pushed the door open to the morgue and saw Molly about to head out of the morgue.
"Iseabail." Molly said in surprise seeing the young woman there. She knew that Iseabail was busy working at the New Scotland Yard. "What are you doing here?" She was curious as to why Iseabail would come down unless it was something important for the Yard.
"I'm looking for Sherlock." Iseabail said to Molly. "Do you know where he is?" She eyed the woman tiredly knowing that she was probably right of him being here since he had an odd habit of coming to the morgue to do experiments.
"He is in the lab. I'm going to get him coffee." Molly said softly trying to keep her tone upbeat and happy even though what Sherlock had said to her had hurt her feelings.
Iseabail looked at Molly with a sad look. "I'm sorry that Sherlock is being rude again to you. He just doesn't know feelings." It was just like either Holmes boy; they didn't know how to relay their feelings towards others and always came off rather harsh to others when they tried to show their emotions. She knew because she was on the receiving end of both brothers who she adored so much since a child.
Molly smiled a forced smile knowing that Iseabail's words were true. But she always hoped that the words that Iseabail spoke weren't always true. She truly wanted Sherlock to show his feelings better than what he did.
"Thank you for telling me where he is at." Iseabail said as she walked towards the labs. "Sherly you really are troublesome." She walked down the various hallways leading to the labs. She opened the door to the lab. "Sherly."
Sherlock looked up from his Petri dish. "Iseabail." He said in his normal greeting towards her. He hadn't expected her to be there. But perhaps she had been asked to come and talk to him because of his text messages and if she was then she was wasting her time and knew it.
Iseabail shook her head. "What the hell were you thinking, Sherly? Sending those text messages while I was at the press conference with Detective Inspector Lestrade?" She asked, crossing her arms looking at him with a look that made Sherlock purse his lips together. She was frustrated with him and she was letting him know that this time he had gone way too far.
"You know me, Iseabail. And why do you insist on calling me that?" He said with an exasperated sigh. He hated it when she called him Sherly. She wasn't the only one that called him Sherly… Mycroft did the same thing with him, but not as often as she did. It was irritating to have such a nickname like that. And she wasn't his friend anymore and it stirred something inside of him that he didn't like.
Iseabail rolled her eyes. "I won't stop calling you that. You know why. It wouldn't make me, well me." She crossed her arms. "Are you done trying to make the New Scotland Yard look like idiots?" She was exhausted and was in a pretty bad mood because of the lack of sleep. Unlike Sherlock she needed her sleep to keep sharp and her moods in check.
"You're not the one that is incompetent." Sherlock said as he began to use a pipette to squeeze a few drops of liquid into the Petri dish he had in front of him.
"Incompetent really Sherly?" She shook her head lightly as she went back to scold him for thinking that they were incompetent working. "I wouldn't be saying that about some of them. Anderson maybe, but the others not so much." She said, snapping a little bit of irritation written clear across her face. Granted some of them had their idiodic moments but that didn't mean they weren't that bad at their jobs.
Sherlock rolled his eyes knowing that she was just trying to cover for the few friends that she had in the department. But he really did think that they were incompetent to do their job. They weren't catching criminals as easily.
There was a knock on the door letting Iseabail and Sherlock know that whoever they were they were coming into that room which stopped their conversation.
Mike came into the room with a friend of his John in tow.
Sherlock and Iseabail looked over momentarily before going back to what they were doing.
"I'm just giving you a warning. Try not to make an issue for our department please. I don't think I can deal with Donovan all over my ass again." Iseabail said, shaking her head lightly.
Sherlock winced knowing that Donovan didn't like either one of them. Just because the both of them made the rest of Scotland Yard look like idiots at times due to their intellectual level of knowing how to handle cases. It was one of the reasons he wished she did something else in her life. She could be anything that she wanted to be and here she was as a Detective Inspector when she could be so much more.
"Please?" Iseabail said softly, running her hand through her hair in hopes that Sherlock would listen to her.
"Well, bit different from my day." John said, looking around.
Mike chuckled. "You've no idea."
Sherlock sat down ignoring what Iseabail had said to him.
"Just remember what I said, Sherly." Iseabail said walking out of the room. She saw Molly heading towards the lab.
"Everything is alright?" She asked curiously looking at Iseabail with a concerned look seeing the look that was on Iseabail's face.
"He's a stubborn arse." She grumbled, shaking her head. "I'll see you around Molly. I have to get some rest." She said with a slight stretch of her arms.
"Okay. Have a good day, Iseabail. Try to get some rest." She said as she walked into the lab. She was quite concerned about how long Iseabail was staying up to do her job and it concerned her to see her so tired.
Iseabail walked out and hailed a cab to leave the hospital. As she hailed the cab her phone went off. She slipped into the cab and told him where to take her which was home to her flat. She let out a soft sigh before getting her phone out of her black blazer. She opened the text message from a number that she didn't know. She quirked a copper eyebrow.
If brother has green ladder arrest brother. SH
Iseabail let out a soft sigh. She got out of the text message and dialed up Greg's number. She closed her eyes as she rested her head back against the seat.
"Iseabail what is it?" Greg asked his voice lacing over with concern wondering why Iseabail was calling him when she should have been at home resting.
"I got a message from Sherlock… after I just got done talking to him." She said to Greg her voice laced over with tiredness.
"And what did Sherlock have to say?"
"He solved the case… His message said If brother has green ladder arrest brother."
"That bloody bastard."
"I know… I had just left him." She shook her head lightly. "That means we got one case solved out of dozens we haven't solved." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "What do you want me to do Greg? Do you want me to come in?" She questioned softly wondering if she had to come back into the office once again.
"No, Iseabail, get some rest alright?"
"Alright Greg I'll be sure to do that. I just thought that you would want me to be there to help you arrest the guy."
"Everything will be fine, Iseabail. Just get some rest and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Alright. Thanks Greg."
"You need sleep. You're going to end up running yourself into the ground."
"Thanks for that Greg. I'll be sure to not do that."
"Bye."
"Bye." Iseabail hung up her phone and saw that she was outside of her flat complex. She got out of the taxi and paid the cabbie before heading up to her flat. She pulled her keys out and unlocked her door. She put her bag down onto the floor and closed the door. She rubbed her face tiredly. That shift was a long one and she knew that she needed to sleep. She slipped her blazer off hanging it up and kicked her shoes off.
She picked up her phone and sent a text to Sherlock's phone telling him next time to just tell her when she was with him that if something dealt with a case that he should tell her right then and there instead of sending her a text message. She sent it and then walked into her bedroom. She quickly changed out of her work clothes and slipped a night gown on before crawling into bed. Her phone went off and she picked it up.
I will keep that in mind. SH
Iseabail rolled her eyes. "He's going to end up shortening that noose up around his neck to where he will end up hanging himself." She said, shaking her head before she covered herself up and shutting the light off in her bedroom. As much as she liked having his help with cases which made it easier on everyone involved except for those who were made to look like idiots. But she was worried that if he tightened the noose tighter around his neck that something bad would happen to him and she wasn't about to have a friend get into trouble that he shouldn't get into.
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This is the end of Chapter 2. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. I hope you all liked the interaction between Sherlock and Iseabail. I know it's rather bumpy isn't it? And we've been introduced to John only just for a short minute. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Reviews will help me keep going when it comes to writing. It also helps me come up with a pairing for Iseabail. Because the story can go two different ways depending on which Holmes boy she is with. I have another idea brewing in my mind, but I haven't quite put it down to words just yet. I thought about having an American coming into the Sherlock world, but I'm not sure how that would work out. I'll try to post the next chapter as soon as possible. Until next time.
