Whitechapel's Fake Detective

She was now sitting on her study table, articles scattered all over, wondering if she would be able to find anything about this person whom she had seen as a mystery all this time.

In the dark sitting in her room alone, the lamp on her study table lit up her face. Her whole room was a slum. A ton of files there and a ton of files here with a bunch of papers scattered over the sofa while her bed had her clothes and stuff. In just a one-room apartment, her bed her study table and a small kitchen were all she had. With all papers and files, the room looked messy as hell. No wonder, the outstanding detective Flynn Hebrew was right, she hadn't really slept a wink in the past few weeks.

All the articles related to Flynn Hebrew, from his rise to fame to his fall towards defaming. She had all the articles she could gather from every newspaper shop or wastes. She started looking at their articles until one headline caught her attention.

"What is this about?-" She mumbled.

"The impressive detective Flynn Hebrew of Whitechapel is a fake?!" The word, fake instantly made her eyes widened and her mouth gasp.

"Recently, it has turned out the case Flynn Hebrew was handling has forced him to build up false evidence and proves. He is now just a celebrity detective who wants his fame to remain forever..." She read in a slow voice as she adjusted her light and delicate silver spectacles over her slender and thin nose bridge.

"He faked evidence?..." She was shocked. She jerked back in her seat, her eyes still stuck on the computer screen.

"16 June 1945..." She read the date.

"This means he has recently been out of prison..."

Her thoughts flustered,

'When he faked evidence then why does Mr Winchester believe him? And why does Mr Hebrew have trust issues with Mr Winchester?'

Below the heading was his photo probably of those times when Hebrew was getting arrested. He could be seen wearing handcuffs while lowering his face to hide in those black and white photos.

"What's your story...Mr Hebrew?" She narrowed her eyes as she bent towards the newspaper articles and locked her eyes with the eyes of him from one of his photos.

Searching more, she found out an interview of him before being arrested,

"Mr Flynn Hebrew, they say you've faked evidence. What do you think of this, was it really you?" A reporter had asked in the article.

"If I were really a culprit and then...you'd questioned me this way I would've never admitted it."

Jessica scoffed at his arrogant behaviour, "You've always been such arrogant?" She wondered.

"But since I'm not. I repeat. I AM NOT. Then I'll disagree with them. I have always solved cases from my wit. Faking evidence is just so childish for anyone doing this..." He claimed proudly as she read further.

"But what about others, Mister? They think you're a culprit."

"Who cares. what I care about matters the most. What I think of myself comes first. And I know how capable I am."

Even though it was a written article,  she still; could imagine his eyes twinkled with pride and truth while he said it.

The article further wrote "He still, being in prison, never has admitted his crimes. He says, he'd rather die by the hands of the culprit he is against rather than producing false evidence to win the case."

"You never even agreed on your crimes?" She found it interesting.

"The more I search on you the more you get mysterious."

She let out a deep sigh and stretched back on her chair. Closing her eyes gently she mumbled, "You solve the case I'll solve my doubts."

 ~~~~~~

"Mr Hebrew?!" The officer frowned.

"Save it! You'll see me every day now." Ignoring his frowns and rather shutting his mouth with his sarcastic comment Hebrew again went to the place where the corpse was found.

"You really found it here?" he asked as if testing Winchester's IQ.

"Ye-yeah!" He hesitated followed with an awkward laugh.

"Don't laugh, it makes you more awkward!"

Being straightforward was something Hebrew loved except for the others surrounding him. The smile on the face of Winchester quickly disappeared and he looked here and there feeling embarrassed.

"How can they all be so stupid, this ain't true how it seems..." Hebrew was continuously murmuring within himself making others stare at each other, as if, asking if anyone knew what was happening.

He was concentrating on the place when deep down he could hear a voice. Though he could hear it, his mind was so focused on his thoughts that it forgot to process what the voice was saying.

The voice became louder and clearer as if coming from an object gradually nearing him when someone tapped on his shoulder, making him abruptly stop thinking.

"Good morning Mr Hebrew!" He frowned as he saw her standing just beside him smiling brightly.

"Nice to meet you." She approached him with her hand. But instead of sharing a handshake, he looked at her hand and scoffed.

"Another day, another try." He commented.

"It's not a try today..." She exclaimed delightfully.

"I want to-no no, I am going to work with you. From...today!"

"What?! Why!" He turned to her and frowned even more.

"You said I always look at the smaller picture and...you being a celebrity detective had always been so critical while handling case so, maybe you could teach me something?"

"First of all!" He counted on his thumb.

"I am not a celebrity detective."

"And secondly!" Now came the index finger.

"I am not a teacher either!"

He walked away from her. She followed him,

"Good morning Mr Hebrew, I am Jessica Lennon-"

"Who cares?" He shrugged off.

"Who cares?" She questioned still following him.

"I- I care and that matters the most. What I think of myself comes first. And I know how capable I am..."

Her words stopped and so did Hebrew's steps. He turned a little, his eyebrows shrunk in between.

"Where...did you hear this?"

"Nowhere made it just now." She lied.

"Why?" She bent a little forward being curious.

He started walking again, probably towards Winchester's car which was standing up on the road.

He opened the front passenger seat and as he closed the door feeling of the door of the driving seat being opened filled him. Jessica had followed him.

She opened the door and bent a little, "Do not worry, I'm a decent driver." And she sat inside making Hebrew sigh in frustration.

~~~~~

"Are the reports ready, Mr Fernsby?" Jessica asked as both she and Hebrew entered the post mortem lab.

Mr Fernsby adjusted his spectacles looking at the corpse of the lady lying in front of him covered in a white blanket.

"Um..." He hesitated.

"You shouldn't see it!" Hebrew decided and pushed her out of the room.

But before he closed the door she bent a little and went inside hurriedly.

"Why can't I? Do you think a woman can't bear the circumstances?! I know it's a brutal murder and I also know the way of slaughtering her is inhumane but, I am your assistant directive and so, I'll see it too."

As her speech ended Hebrew sighed and walked towards her furiously. He didn't want her to see the dead body and scare herself enough to dream nightmares instead of daydreams. Hebrew thought the way she thinks the world is, it's not necessarily needed to get her out of her less cruel world. But Jessica was contradictory.

"No! I won't go!" She stood on the other side of Mr Fernsby.

"Stop acting childish! It's not needed. Even if one of us examines the body, it will be enough."

"Don't underestimate me! I am an adult and I've seen enough dead bodis in my whole life to make me digest it." She challenged and aggressively uncovered the body of the victim lying there.