Meeting Law

It was a few days and (Y/N) was completely exhausted from another training session, which was happening just forever since getting the dress. Lyla, the usual taskmaster, pushed (Y/N) beyond the limit that it was a wonder that she wasn't a zombie.

Sneaking off this time, she just wanted to go to the cafe which was near to get a cup of coffee and find some sanity with Eli.

Unfortunately, she didn't get both, because she saw something very strange on her way...

(Y/N) gasped, because even in her befuddled mind, she heard a thud and could make out the sprawling body, the eyes that have color but no light, the blood running through the slash of the neck that the throat was visible, and the blood was still dripping, dripping...

(Y/N) closed her eyes, and breath in, but that proved to be a mistake because she can smell the faint copper smell of blood. Instead, she put her mind over body and a least pretend this was all in her imagination.

In fact, opening her eyes and surveying the body, it was similar to the scenes people watch in thrillers... yes, that is it. And like a character stumbling on the scene, her first duty was to call the police.

She didn't get her phone out until she heard someone saying, "Great Scott, what's that?"

She turned around and saw a boy of her age. Black hair passing to his brown eyes, pale skin glowing under the moonlight, and muscles straining under his Britain wear. He saw what the girl was seeing, and his brown eyes, going soft, surveyed the girl's panicked (e/c) eyes.

"Don't worry. I am a detective. Help will be on the way," he said, holding onto her and leading her some distance away from the crime scene where she can sit and catch her breath.

The boy called up police and later paramedics.

"Why paramedics?" (Y/N) asked. That man was obviously dead that paramedics would be useless.

"For you, who else?" The boy said, "You look faint. Looking at a dead body, obviously you will react. So, for the sake of-"

"I'm fine!" (Y/N) said, not wanting any trouble for her sake, "Solving the mystery is more important, anyway. No one wants a killer loose, do they?"

The boy laughed at my joke, "But living before the dead, they say, Miss..."

"(L/N), (Y/N) (L/N)," the girl answered.

"Well, Miss (L/N), I'll just stay with you until the paramedics arrived..."

"Why? Are you worried that I will faint or something?" (Y/N) joked again.

"Maybe, but most importantly, you are a witness, so it's best you stay here until the police come here, and no more disturbing the scene, so..." the boy said.

"Fine..." (Y/N) relented, but she saw the boy's eyes divert to the crime scene for a few moments.

"You really want to investigate, huh, Mr. Detective?" (Y/N) asked.

"Yes, but the police will arrive soon, and then I can continue..." the boy said.

"What? You only saw that body for, like, one second. What's there to be gained that you said 'continue' and not 'begin'?" (Y/N) asked.

"You are a sharp one, aren't you?" The boy raised an eyebrow toward her, and then said, "I'm not at a liberty to discuss anything with you. I don't want my deductions to cloud what you truly witnessed."

"OK, Mr. Detective. You have the true, although slightly annoying, professionalism for it."

The boy laughed, "True, and my name is Archie Nellie, for your information."

Then, the boy heard sirens, and said, "If you will excuse me..."

He left the (e/c) eyed girl on her lonesome, and went to debrief the police on the situation. They let him helped without fuss, which meant that his reputation might be in shining stars for it. A cop was assigned to her and asked her to give her statement. (Y/N) gave it without hesitation, and completely at ease now that the shock was over.

Archie looked at the girl, smiling that she felt better. The paramedics came, and after a slight fuss, (Y/N) relented to their care. Archie couldn't help but get the feeling from their small conversation and her attitude that the girl was someone out of the common way.

He made it to the body with a now leading detective, who although 20 years older, had a budding relationship. His name is Detective Ramirez.

"So, you were coming back from the lab, and found this?" The detective asked.

"Actually, Miss (L/N) found him, me second. Once she was in the state of shock, I decided to take charge..." Archie said.

"Smart, Nellie, so, have you formed any deductions?"

"Well, yes... the killer was about 6 feet tall, a smoker, worked out in gym a couple of times, and probably careless. That's what I can say for now, but further analysis will help us," Archie said.

"My dear Nellie," said a person with a British accent but familiar voice, "How can you deduce all that?" It was (Y/N) who was tentatively approaching them with the cop at her heels.

"Why are you here, Miss (L/N). You may be a witness, but this is a crime scene, and I don't think you want to see the dead body again," Detective Ramirez said, in a polite manner.

(Y/N) looked at the body calmly, a little more detached. "It's fine, in fact, I find this quite exciting, like all the mystery books, although it's probably not the same thing. I also want to give you an insight that may help in your case."

"Really?" Detective Ramirez asked, in a neutral tone, "Well, let's have at it."

(Y/N) started, "It's not that I can pull anything like what Archie did, but I heard a thud from the alley, so obviously, he was killed there. There's too much splatter of the blood at the mouth of the alley to be only his blood, so..." But Archie got there first.

He looked at the victim's fists, and saw it bruised, in fact, with flecks of blood, "The victim must have hit the killer in the struggle and has given us precious DNA. Maybe this will be a shut in case." Archie seemed disappointed in this.

"You can take her back now," Detective Ramirez said to the cop, as he closed the notebook, "She doesn't need anymore nightmares." (Y/N) scowled at the way she was treated, as if she were a child.

"I'll accompany her," Archie said, "I think you will be fine on your own, and considering I' m partly citizen, I can't hog all your glory, can I?"

Instead of taking offense, Detective Ramirez said, "One day that blunt mouth of yours will give you more trouble than you can chew. Go on..." he dismissed them at the flap of the hand. Detective Ramirez urged the cop to him.

"Yeah, I'm blunt, I get it," Archie said under his breath. (Y/N) was smiling, and said, "Are you Sherlock Holmes reincarnated?"

"You are not the first one to say that, Miss-" but (Y/N) cut him off and said, "Just call me (Y/N) like everyone else. No need to be so polite. We are even the same age!"

Archie smiled, "OK, where did you learn that British accent?"

(Y/N) slightly wavered and then said, "Well, it's a funny story, but..."

"What?" Archie asked with curiosity.

"A year ago, I was almost assaulted by gangbangers. They pulled me to an alley when I was running from my fans- yes, I had fans at that time; I was a pop star," (Y/N) said, off Archie's look.

"They were all Britain, you know that, while they were saying all the gross stuff, and here's the funny part... I had to get out of it, and I seemed to... pick up their accents and copy it well enough to make them believe my story."

"Which was...?" Archie prodded.

"I was actually a special niece of the Queen of England who made her debut in the (c/n), and thus the fans. That if they don't let me go, my guard would sic on them if I hollered."

[(c/n) --> country's name]

Archie laughed, "And they believed that?"

"Thank God for dumb criminals," (Y/N) said, "So, your turn, how did you deduce all that?" (Y/N) was referring to Archie's way of figuring out all about the killer.

"Well, you see- 6 feet tall, because of the slash of his neck. The victim is between 5 feet and 6 feet. The angle of the slash was cut downward," he demonstrated on his own neck the same shape as the slash, "Smoker, because there was ash around the victim, and a fall like that could have jutted out a cigarette box out of him. He didn't have one, so the smoker should be the victim. Worked out in the gym, well, the slash was deep, deeper than a normal person could have inflicted, even in a state of rage. And careless, so much blood spilled, not a clean kill and the crime scene was a slight mess, which indicated carelessness."

"How simple!" (Y/N) ejaculated, in an astonished tome.

"Elementary, dear (Y/N)," Archie said, in a British accent. (Y/N) laughed, and Archie found himself savoring it, "And you are not so bad yourself, figuring about the victim possibly attacking the killer."

"Thank you. I hope you will find the killer," (Y/N) said earnestly.

"It will be sooner than you think..." Off (Y/N)'s look, Archie smiled and continued, "because as you said, thank God for dumb criminals."

They had already walked ways away from the crime scene away from the cops that now a flash of the knife appeared in the vicinity. They both dodged and looked at their assailant, a 6 foot tall man, with a cigeratte on his mouth, and knife coated with blood along with flecks on his shirt and buffed as he was, he was sporting a bloody jaw. Archie's deductions were spot on.

"You!" He spat at (Y/N), and then Archie. "This is not personal, but I have to get rid a few annoying pests. You saw me..." His eyes narrowed.

Archie looked at (Y/N), his brown eyes saying, 'See, dumb criminals?'

The man flashed the knife again, but Archie was prepared, he immediately disarmed the man, but the man was not as stupid as both (Y/N) and Archie thought. Once the weapon was gone, his beefy hand immediately went to Archie's throat, and resistance came with a few kicks of the groin.

But luckily, the man momentarily forgotten about (Y/N) in the adrenaline with Archie. No questions asked, she swiftly reached the man and struck the taser at the back of his neck. A spasm, and he let go of Archie, where it was all over in a matter of seconds.

"Thank you," Archie rasped to (Y/N). "Where did you get the taser?"

"E-Bay," (Y/N) said smoothly, "Useful for anything in the life of the pop star."

"Let me call Ramirez," he said, and then to (Y/N), "You saved my life."

"What? And I was going to let you die?" (Y/N) asked.

Archie gave a better look at the girl in front of him, who kept amazing him. A Sherlock fan, he remembered that although the detective never loved, there was one woman for him that became 'the' woman.

There was one woman for him. With her sharp (e/c) eyes, wavy (h/c) hair, quick witted, smart, well do under pressure. And just kept amazing him more...

'There was one woman for him...' Archie remembered from a Sherlock story, and looking at (Y/N), he couldn't help but feel that he found her...