November the 19th, 2013. 11:11 PM.
It was a beautiful night. The soft moonlight filtered through the slats of my blinds, creating lines on my white bed sheets, contrasting slightly with the smudge of darkness that surrounded me.
It was the type of beautiful that a camera couldn't catch in one frame, or even twenty. It was the type of beautiful that spurred me on, those small moments of hushed wonder that I lived for.
My phone buzzed next to my head, shocking me from my pre-sleep daydreaming of walking around my mind palace. It wasn't a palace yet, more so a bitterly cold room with ripped paper on the refracted tile floor. The ripped paper wasn't aligned in any order, containing random mental notes.
My sheets rustled as I moved my arm to pick up my charging phone.
INCOMING CALL FROM D.I LESTRADE
We had agreed that he'd only call me if he had big, interesting cases. The cases I fell in love with. Ones that confused me so much I felt as if my mind could snap at any given moment. Ones where facts wouldn't add up; jigsaw pieces from different sets a big mesh of different colours on the floor.
I swiped right.
"Natalie." He spoke in between deep breaths.
"Yes?"
"Huge cyber attack. It's taken down all of the security at Buckingham Palace- the gates are wide open. Secret MI6 documents are now just on the internet to be seen by anyone. We've traced the coordinates: the hacker didn't use an IP address scrambler- it took place from a late night internet cafe around two minutes from Trafalgar Square."
I placed my head in my hands. The hacker, clearly advanced, didn't use an IP scrambler.. why? They knew it'd put them at a further risk of being caught. Maybe they forgot. No, no. Something like this would have been planned. Very planned.
Why then? Maybe they viewed it as a big game. A running match in a maze. The hacker versus the Metropolitan Police. The great game.
"Don't hang up. They've reviewed the security footage. It's a male. 20 to 30. Probably about 5'9"/5'10". Athletic build. Dark hair, dark eyes. American."
"Okay, I'll be in the station in around fifteen minutes." I uttered, switching my bed side light on as my room was illuminated by the dim artificial glow.
"Come to New Scotland Yard, MI6 are holding a meeting. As you're going to be leading the investigation, I'd highly advise you to attend."
"See you there."
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The computer beeped, database results of potential suspects flashing red. It held an answer.
I clicked, overcome with anticipation.
One result: Brendon Urie.
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FanfictionWhen Detective Inspector Natalie Fitzgerald interviews her main suspect, Brendon Urie, she tries to slowly piece together the jigsaw of the crime of the century. Little does she know that Brendon is slowly starting to piece together her, bit by bit...
