The 'New' Scotland Yard

"The body of Beth Davenport, Junior Minister for Transport, was found late last night on a building site in Greater London. Preliminary investigation suggest that this was suicide. We can confirm that his apparent suicide closely resembles to 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" said Sally Donovan.

To her left Detective Inspector Lestrade looked at the reporters that where calling his name. He looking around the room he chose one. "Detective Inspector, how can suicides be linked?" asked one of the reporters

Lestrade took a deep breath. "Well, they all took the same poison, um they were all found in places they had no reason to be in; none of them had shown prior indication of..

"But you can't have serial suicides" Reporter 1 said. "Well apparently you can" Lestrade answered, his eyes sweeping around the room.

"These 3 people, there's nothing that links them?" a different reporter asked.

"There's no link found yet, but we're looking for one. There has to be one." Lestrade started. A buzzing sounds cut him off. Text alert.

Wrong!

Donovan looked at her phone then turned to the reporters. "If you all got texts please ignore them" she said.

"Just says Wrong." came Reporter 1. "Yeah well, just ignore that. Well if there are no more questions for Detective Inspector Lestrade. I'm going to bring this session to an end."

"But if you are investigating..." Reporter 2 trailed off. Lestrade sighed. "As I said these...these suicides are clearly linked. Um...its unusual situation. We've got our best people investigating.

The buzzing sound rang out again. Wrong!

"It says 'Wrong' again" Reporter 1 narrated. Donovan looked at her hands. "One more question" she said quietly.

A red-haired reporter spoke: "Is there any chance that these are murders and if they are could this be the work of a serial killer?" Lestrade sighed. "Look I.., I know you enjoy writing about these things, but they do appear to be suicides. We know the difference. The, um… poison was clearly self-administered-"

"Yes, but if they are murders, how do people keep themselves save?" Reporter 3 asked. "Well don't commit suicide" Lestrade snapped. Reporter 3 gapped, eyes wide.

"Daily Mail" Donovan whispered, looking down into her hands. Lestrade sighed again, attempting to salvage the interview.

"Obviously this is a frightening time for people, but anyone has to do is exercise reasonable precautions. We are all as safe as we want to be" Lestrade said, trying to be patient.

Right on cue. The buzzing sound of a text alert blared out. Wrong!

Another buzz came from Lestrade's phone. Sighing to himself, he picked it up.

You know where

find us- AH

Lestrade turned to the reporters and said: "Thank you" and walked out with Donovan. "You've got to stop them doing that. There making us look like idiots" Donovan snapped, the minute they were out of earshot.

"Well, if you tell me how they do it. I'll stop them." huffed Lestrade.

A 10 year old girl with dark black hair and blue eyes with hints of brown smirked as she pocked the phone. Looking to her dark brown curly haired Father next to her. "Did you do it, Ally?" he asked his voice monotone, she nodded. "Yes Daddy."

Ally gave her father a mischievous smile. As they walked into St Bartholomew's Hospital, after walking for bit her father found the person he was looking for. "Ah. Molly there you"

Molly Hooper. Very bright. A bit Naive. Single. Lives on her own. Hopeless crush on her father. About 31 years old. Dead Father. On and off depressed Mother. Ally deducted.

Even though she knew Molly personally it was always good to practice her skills and train herself. Well that's what her dad taught her.

Practice makes Perfect (but you can never accomplish 'perfect so as long as you're not an idiot like Anderson. Your fine)

"Hello Sherlock, Ally" Molly said in her usual light tone.

"Hello Molly" chirped Ally. "How are you?"

So, Like it? Hate it? Constructive criticism is welcome. Till next time...