(A/N) So I've been writing this little beauty steadily. I have finally written enough to post the first chapter which I am very happy about because I have been dying to post this. Let me know what you think. Cheers! This first part does follow the episode nearly word for word, but I promise that the next chapter won't be at least in terms of my OC!

Song that inspired the chapter/ I listened to on an endless repeated loop obsessively while writing the chapter: Bad Boys by the Inner Circle.


Prologue~

"It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts."-Arthur Conan Doyle

Detective Inspector Lestrade sat at the table looking uncomfortable as his colleague sitting beside him, Detective Sergeant Sally Donovan, addressed the gathered press reporters. It was a necessary police conference. There had already been three suicides and he was no closer to figuring out exactly what linked them. He was way out of his depth. He was loath to admit that he needed help, but he didn't want to go to him for help as that would only inflate his already large ego. He couldn't ask her for help either, she had told him enough times already that she didn't work on cases any more.

"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."

"Detective Inspector, how can suicides be linked?" The reporter asked the already uncomfortable man.

"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 fumbled around with his answer unsure of how to respond properly to the question.

"But you can't have serial suicides," The same reporter said interrupting him.

"Well, apparently you can" Lestrade shot back sounding annoyed.

"These three people: there's nothing that links them?" A second reporter asked Lestrade and the man sighed heavily before answering.

"There's no link been found yet, but we're looking for it. There has to be one," He said just as everybody's mobile phone trilled a text alert simultaneously. They all looked at their phones. It read the same message for everyone.

"Wrong!"

Donovan looked at the same message on her own phone briefly before looking up at everyone else in the room again. "If you've all got texts, please ignore them."

"Just says, 'Wrong'," The first reporter remarked sounding slightly confused.

"Yeah, well, just ignore that," Donovan responded huffily before regaining her composure. "Okay, if there are no more questions for Detective Inspector Lestrade, I'm going to bring this session to an end."

"But if they're suicides, what are you investigating?" The second reporter asked getting a final question in.

"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 said before he was once again cut off by the sound of everybody's mobile trilling another text alert.

Once again every message read "Wrong!"

"Says, 'Wrong' again," The first reporter remarked while Lestrade looked despairingly at Sally. It was going to be one of those days. Of course it was always one of those days around Sherlock bloody Holmes.

"One more question," Donovan told the reporters as she tried to wrap up the press conference before anything else could happen to make them look bad.

"Is there any chance that these are murders, and if they are, is this the work of a serial killer?" Another reporter asked Lestrade bringing up the subject he was really hoping to avoid.

"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 told him sounding completely unconvincing.

"Yes, but if they are murders, how do people keep themselves safe?" The reporter pressed causing Lestrade to lose his composure which had already been cracking.

"Well, don't commit suicide," Lestrade retorted causing the reporter to look at him in shock.

Donovan covered her mouth and murmured a warning to him "Daily Mail."

Lestrade grimaced and looked at the reporters again before trying to cover up his blunder. "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."

Again all of the mobiles in the room trilled their text alerts, and once more each message only read "Wrong!" Lestrade's phone took a moment longer to alert him to a text. He looked down at his phone and read the text he had received.

You know where to find me. -SH

Lestrade exasperatedly put his phone back into his pocket before looking at the reporters as standing up. "Thank you," He said simply before leaving the room.

A short while later, Lestrade and Donovan were walking through the offices of New Scotland Yard together.

"You've got to stop him doing that. He's making us look like idiots," Donovan told him sounding irritated.

"Well, if you can tell me how he does it, I'll stop him," Lestrade shot back sounding more tired than annoyed. This recent case had meant many long hours for him. "Besides he's all we got."

"She was a much of a freak as he is," Donovan said pulling a disgusted face.

"She was bloody brilliant on cases though, you had to give her that," Lestrade remarked in the girl's defense.

"She was even more unpredictable than he is," Donovan pointed out snidely.

"Yeah, God help the poor sods who ever cross her," Lestrade remarked thoughtfully. God help anyone who ever truly crossed that woman. She was even more unpredictable than the world's only consulting detective. She had breezed into Scotland Yard one day. Unlike the others, Lestrade actually managed to get along with her bombshell of a personality. She was there and then she was gone. Yes, she was certainly even more unpredictable than Sherlock Holmes.