Author's Note: So I have been getting into Sherlock Holmes and I have been inspired to write this series. This will be centered around OCs that I have made for this series, but I will be using characters and events that have happened in the canon show, so it's going to be like a story that takes place around the same time. Hope you all enjoy it. Any and all comments are welcome.

(June's P.O.V.)

In my days as an Atlas military doctor, I have seen many horrendous things. I have treated many Huntsmen and soldiers on the field at a moment's notice. Whether it's from injuries involving Grimm or bandits or White Fang terrorists, I always found it within myself to treat and save as many lives as I could. It is rather ironic for myself to be in need of medical attention when a Saber rammed its bony head right to my back.

I woke up a day later to find out that I myself have been treated. I managed to survive, but I have been disabled by the feline fiend that struck me. Because of that, I was unable to return to the field. Per my commander's orders and military compensation, I was ordered to gather my bearings and take my leave to Vale.

It certainly wasn't easy leaving Solitas. The packing was the easy part. The most difficult thing was that I had to say goodbye to Spencer. I'll always remember the nights we shared in my room. Alas, dear Spencer couldn't follow me. I said my goodbye, took my new walking stick, and departed to the next kingdom.

By the time I hobbled into Vale, the streets were already decorated with banners and welcome signs. I could tell in just one minute that everyone was decorating for the upcoming Vytal Festival. I figured that with my compensation, I could at least afford a ticket for one. It would be a fun distraction. But an even greater distraction came sooner than I had expected.

"June? June Hopper?" I turned my attention when my name was called. I was confronted by a man who seemed delighted to see me. He was a rather stout man with a beard that attached to his black hair with sideburns. He adjusted his small glasses forming a smile as he saw me. "It's me! Max Stanley! We were neighbors together!"

The man's introduction sparked up some old memories of mine. I smiled back at him shaking his hand. "Yes, it's good to see you again. I haven't seen you since your family moved."

"Well, last I heard, you got a good position in Atlas." Max said. "Helping soldiers. Mending wounds. What are you doing here in Atlas?"

I sighed before leading him to a nearby bench. I regaled him with my feats in the field up until the Grimm that injured me. His face frowned at the end of my tale.

"Sorry to hear that." Max apologized. "So what brings you to Vale then?"

"Well," I replied, "My superiors recommended I get some psychotherapeutic help to recover while I retire."

"Retire?" Max asked. "But aren't you like 32 already?"

"31, really." I corrected. "My birthday's only half a year away."

"The point is, you're still in your prime and you're a woman of excitement." Max said.

Taking his words to heart, I opened up my handheld mirror to get a good look at myself. He was right. I did look too young to retire early. My short, brown hair is still shiny, my tan face is still youthful, and my black jacket and clothes are still made for someone in their prime. I may have been walking with a jade-tipped cane, but I was still a young lady in her prime.

"Well, it's nothing I can do about it." I told my old friend as I put away my mirror. "My superiors gave their orders, and I'm going to have to follow them. Hopefully, I can have a normal life here."

"Hopefully?" Max asked.

I sighed. "I'll have to use my military compensation to pay for my therapy. Given what will remain, I'm not sure if I can even afford a home on my own."

Max shrugged. "Maybe you can get a roommate."

I chuckled. "Come on, Max. You know me. No one could last long with me as a roommate." My old friend chuckled, which made me curious. "What?"

"Sorry. It's just, you're the second person to say that to me today."

My interest was piqued. "Who's the first?"

Max stood up. "Come on, June. It's easier to believe if you meet him yourself."

Word by word, I became more curious. I followed Max down a few streets getting through the traveling Huntsmen-in-training. He didn't tell me anything about who he was taking me to meet, so all I could do was come up with my own theories. None of them seemed valid at the time. I just had to wait and see who I was meeting.

Max started to slow down as he approached a short, white building. There was a red sign above the front door that read "MORGUE". It made me a little uneasy. Sure, I worked with dying bodies in the past, but if Max's friend is found in there, I have some queasy thoughts.

I was about to ask Max what we were doing here when the front door opened and a man ran out. He wore a long tweed jacket that flowed back like a cape. Aside from that, most of his clothes were black like mine. The man had a long face that looked steel-focused as if he rarely showed any emotion at all.

The steel-faced man darted to Mac. He spoke in a stern tone. "Hello, Stanley. No time to chat, I'm afraid. The game…" He stopped when he saw me. He stared for a very quick second before a smile formed on his face. "Perfect. You'll do. Come with me."

I widened my eyes in confusion while the man in plaid waved his arm out for a taxi. "You talking to me?"

"Yes. I need a doctor and here you are all the way from Atlas military."

I took a step back in surprise. I turned to Max who smiled in amusement. "Did you tell him?"

"Not a word."

"Then how did he know I was an Atlas doctor?" I asked.

"Excellent question that you can ask again on the way." The man said just as a taxi pulled up. "Come, come! We've got to go before those idiots desecrate the crime scene!"

The strange man opened the taxi door and jumped right in. I then turned my attention to Max who simply shrugged.

"You'd better best follow him then." He advised. "Don't worry. He already trusts you enough to let you ride with him."

Though my mind reeled with a thousand questions, I also knew how honest Max was. So if he said it was safe for me to get into a taxi with someone, even if it was someone who I never met, then there really was no harm. I went on over to the cab and sat inside. Once I closed the door, the taxi started to drive.

Sitting right next to me was the man in plaid who already guessed that I was a doctor. I took a sigh and began asking what I needed to ask.

"Who are you?"

"Right. Introductions. My name is Shamus Gild."

"Shamus Gild." I repeated to myself. "All right then. Next question, where are we going?"

"A bookstore. There's been a murder there." Explained the man called Shamus Gild.

I widened my eyes once more. "A murder?"

Shamus reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a scroll. There was a digital map on the screen. The direction we are currently going will eventually lead us to a place with four blue cars surrounding one corner of a block.

"The blue cars represent police vehicles." Shamus explained. I already knew that, but I wanted him to continue. "They are surrounding a place called Tukson's Book Trade. Clearly, there's been a crime there. Can't be a simple robbery; there are too many police vehicles for that. The only thing that makes sense is that there was a murder there and that there's an investigative team on the case."

I did understand his reasoning. Still, something lingered in my mind. "Why are we going there? Are you a policeman?"

"No. I'm a consulting detective."

"A what?"

"It's a job that I made up. Whenever someone needs a case solved—be they civilian, police officer, or even a council member—and no one else can solve it, they all turn to me."

"Is that even allowed?"

"The results speak for themselves. After all, they're going to need me at that book store."

"Why? Are you worried they'll miss something?"

"No. I'm certain those morons will purposefully ignore evidence that they'll need."

"Why would they do that? They're the police."

"Human police. The owner of the bookstore was a puma Faunus. They're not going to mourn over the death of a Faunus. That's just the way those small-minded buffoons are. They're willing to let a murderer walk free simply because they killed a Faunus. I doubt they'll even do a proper autopsy of the body. Luckily, that's where you come in."

It utterly disgusted me how often the Faunus get overlooked no matter what situation they're in. It's that kind of discrimination that motivates the terrorist group, the White Fang. I don't approve of their actions, but I do pity them for acting violent.

"So what makes you think that I'll do a proper investigation of the body?" I asked. "How do you know that I'm not against Faunus either?" I wasn't, but I still wanted to hear his reasoning. And it was a reason that made me shake my seat.

"You shouldn't be considering your last boyfriend was a Faunus."

Once again, my eyes opened. I was baffled. "How did you know that? As a matter of fact, how did you know I was an Atlas doctor too? I've only been in Vale for…"

"An hour?" Shamus interrupted. "Pardon, but the ticket in your breast pocket shows the departure and arrival times of the ship you came here on."

I pulled out my ticket seeing how correct he was. I laughed softly at how he figured it out. I raised my head to see him take a closer look at my ticket.

"Ah." Shamus exclaimed. "So your name is June Hopper. And you did come from Atlas after all. Good on me."

I put my ticket back into my breast pocket and turned my attention back to Shamus. "Well, how did you know I was from Atlas?"

"Well, from your haircut's trim and your straight posture, I already knew of your military background." Shamus responded. "And your left jacket sleeve was torn, but sewn up with a special thread available only to Atlas surgeons. I've done my research into threadwork from around the globe."

"And my boyfriend? How do you figure that?"

"Your walking stick and socks tell me everything I need to know about him and your finger tells me everything about your relationship status." Shamus said. "Your walking stick is engraved, 'Love, Spencer'. Judging by the ring imprint left on your finger, you still have feelings for him, so you must have ended things with him because of the distance. Maybe he still has connections in Atlas that he can't walk away from. Maybe there's Faunus discrimination involved."

"How could you possibly know that Spencer is a Faunus?" I asked.

"Your socks. They still have animal fur on them, most likely from your more passionate nights if you don't mind. They could be from a pet, but that is leopard fur. Not exactly your typical household companion. Therefore, the only explanation is that your last boyfriend is a leopard Faunus. So you're an Atlas military doctor who was in a loving relationship with a Faunus. That means you're the most qualified person to help me with the crime scene we are going to."

I sank into my seat nearly out of breath. I kept going through the entire explanation in my head, and the more I do, the more obvious it appears to me now. It's like unraveling a magic trick, but the explanation is even more impressive than the trick itself.

"That was amazing." I complimented just as the taxi began to stop. "You figure all that out after just one look at me?"

"In order for me to be a successful detective, I have to concentrate upon detail. Ah, here's our stop."

I looked outside just to see the bookstore with five police cars surrounding. Shamus gave money to the driver and walked out of the car. I grabbed my stick and followed him.

"So did I get anything wrong?" he asked as we began to approach the store.

"Well, there was one thing you clearly misread." I admitted. "The thing is… Spencer was my girlfriend."

Shamus stopped still for one second processing it. He then exasperated and smacked himself on the forehead. "Girlfriend! There's always something."

I chuckled in amusement. The truth is, me and Spencer have been going out for a few years. Before I was assigned to work in the field, I helped out with a few clinics in Mantle. That's where I met her and things sort of clicked. We exchanged promise rings to each other, but after I got injured and had to go to Vale, things got complicated. Spencer had a grandmother at the Crater that she had to care for, so we agreed it was best to end things there. Still, I'll always be grateful to have the cane she bought me to help with my recovery.

"What do you think you're doing, Gild?" asked an aggressive police officer who approached us. "No one invited you."

"And yet, Dorian, here I am." Shamus replied. "If you don't mind, I'd like to examine the scene for the true nature of the crime."

"That's not necessary." Officer Dorian answered. "We've got this case wrapped up already. So why don't you just skedaddle? And don't try the usual trick. Chief Langstrom isn't here to cover for your meddling right now."

"Well, you're going to let me in anyway." Shamus said. He held onto the officer's tie and held it up revealing a stain at the end. "Otherwise, I'll have to tell your wife about your time at the bar again."

Dorian fumed before stepping aside. I was surprised as Shamus came in. I started to follow, but Dorian stopped me.

"And where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"She's with me." Shamus said.

"I don't think so." Dorian denied. "There's no way I'm letting a civilian in there."

"Too bad. You're consulting me and I'm consulting her." Shamus said pointing at myself. Dorian lowered his head and released me. I followed Shamus into the bookstore.

At first glance, this seemed like a normal bookstore. There were shelves of fresh books resting on them. There was a check-out station near the back of the room. The place seemed a little dark with little lighting, but it wasn't that bothersome. But what stood out was the crowd of police officers and the dead body laid out in front of the checking station.

"All right, everyone. Stay back." Shamus said guiding everyone away from the body. "All right then, Dr. Hopper. Do your thing."

I took a deep breath before kneeling down to examine the corpse. The dead body was that of a muscular man with black hair and sideburns. Given his claws, he seemed like a cat Faunus, maybe a puma. I thoroughly examined the body before giving my explanation to everyone.

"Well, the time of death must have been about three hours ago judging by the state of the wound. The cause of death seems to be a gunshot wound to the head. Heavy ballistics, it seems. However, there appears to be sign of a bludgeon around the wound, even on it."

"This certainly clears things up." Shamus said darting his eyes around the store.

"What else needs to be said?" Dorian asked. "Clearly, this is a robbery gone wrong. The Faunus must have caught the robbers in the act and got put down as a result."

"Nope." Shamus denied shaking his head.

Dorian gave a very annoyed look on his face. "Are you kidding me? There's a dead body here! There's no money in the register! What do you call that?"

"A misdirect." Shamus said. "You're missing everything of vital importance, and I think that's what the killers were hoping for. They came here with the very intent of killing Tukson, probably because he was leaving the White Fang for Vacuo. We're looking for two perpetrators, but the one who dealt with killing blow was a teenager with prosthetic legs. Must have some sort of ballistics weapon in his metal feet."

"Oh, for goodness sake!" Dorian sighed loudly. "If you're just making this up…"

"Dr. Hopper already explained that the murder took place three hours ago, which is right when the store opened. It makes no sense for anyone to rob this place right when someone is just about to open it. It'd make more sense to do so before opening hours. The more likely explanation is that they came here not to rob the store, but to kill the store owner. They then took the money to make it look like a robbery."

"How do you know this man was White Fang?" I asked.

"Just the other night, there was an incident at the docks. The White Fang were reported to have been working with known crime lord, Roman Torchwick. Reports also state that they are planning something big. Of course, Faunus would be concerned, but Faunus who worked with the White Fang would panic. Near the back of the room are sets of suitcases with boat tickets resting on top. They were purchased just last night and he was planning to relocate to Vacuo. Why now when he has this bookstore he has to manage? Answer: because his past is making a strong impact that he couldn't stick around for. He was a White Fang member who was about to leave, the White Fang didn't like that, so they sent assassins to take him out."

"Unbelievable." I gasped. I looked over and saw the suitcases Shamus mentioned.

"Well, what makes you think that a kid murdered the Faunus?" Dorian asked.

"The comics." Shamus pointed over to the comic book shelves. "There's a comic book missing from its category. Must have been taken after the murder."

"It could have just been purchased at an earlier day." Dorian guessed.

"No, look at the comic book. It's a new issue that was released today. Tukson stocked the shelves with as many comics as he could, and yet there's one that's missing. No adult would go out of their way to take a comic book and I doubt that a toddler could have the skills to murder a puma Faunus. The only other explanation is a teenager, most likely with the mind of a mischievous child."

"And the metal legs?" I asked. "You said there was a gun hidden in them."

"The footprints." Shamus said. "There are three sets of footprints here in this store right now. Obviously, one of them is from Tukson, but the other two must be the killers. One pair can be found by the comics, but judging by how deep the imprint is, it must be heavier than their accomplice's. It can't be heavy shoes; it's much too inconvenient for them at certain daily activities. So clearly, the shoes aren't heavy, but the feet are. Or more likely, the legs are. The teenage killer has metal legs. As for the gun, you can figure that out by the footprints that are leaving the store after the deed was done. The heel of the heavy footprint has black stains, possibly from gunpowder residue. Pretty strange to find gunpower at the bottom of a shoe, but if the legs were mechanical, then it's possible that the legs were modded in some way, such as a gun.

"So, to summarize… Tukson, a former member of the White Fang, was about to leave for Vacuo. Suddenly, two criminals enter the bookstore, one of them is a teenager. The teen browses through the books while their accomplice strikes up a conversation with Tukson. Maybe it went something like a friendly chat that lead up to a rising threat. The teenager closes the blinds as to not have any witnesses before meeting with the accomplice to confront Tukson. Tukson attacks, but meets his end with a gunshot to the face that came from the teen's metal legs. After that, they took the money from the cash register to make it look like a robbery and the teenager took a comic from the shelf. And there you have it."

I was astonished, and my bewilderment could be shared by all the police offers in the area.

"Fantastic." I admired.

Dorian cleared his throat. "Well, I suppose that's something. Still, we have no idea how to identify the killers. It's not like we can ask every teenager in Vale to show us their legs."

"It should be a clear indication if someone just observes." Shamus said. "Tell the police to keep an eye out for anyone wearing pants that cover their legs and their ears out for any heavy footsteps. Now, perhaps you'll treat this case with the utmost respect or I'll have to tell Langstrom how discriminatory you're being. Cheers, everybody."

Shamus tipped his hat and turned toward the door. Still astonished, I picked myself up and followed him. As soon as we exited the crime scene, I approached him for a talk.

"So what now?"

"There's nothing we can do. The police didn't hire me to help with this case. I just came on over to remind those doughnut munchers to do their jobs properly. We'll have to hope that one day, they'll pull off a miracle and capture the culprits themselves. And if they're smart, they'll ask me more my services once more. Until then, let's head on over to our new home."

"New home?" I asked.

"Yes. You did want to be roommates, didn't you?" Shamus asked.

As he asked, a thought had occurred to me. I hadn't told him anything about what I wanted. I was going to ask him how he knew, but then I figured it out for myself.

"I see. You told Max earlier that you were a hard man to find a roommate for. Later on, he brought me to you. You already knew I was new in town and needed a place, so you figured out that I was to be your new roommate, right?"

Shamus smiled at my direction. "You're learning. I like you. Yes, it is rather elementary, isn't it, my dear Hopper? And I have a feeling you'll accept."

"How do you know that?"

"Because you're not using your cane."

I paused for a moment to look at the cane in my hand. Come to think of it, he was right. I hadn't been using my cane since we entered the crime scene. I chuckled gripping my ex-girlfriend's cane in my hand. I turned back up to my new partner and nodded my head.

"So where do we go?"

"I know a place that's been offered to me by the landlady. A two-bedroom apartment that's within walking distance to just about anywhere."

"Sounds convenient." I said. "Where is it?"

"The address is 3110 Brick Rd."

I continued smiling as I followed Shamus Gild to the address in question. What came next is a relentless series of unforgettable adventures and baffling mysteries that befitted Remnant's greatest detective.