( yea I wanna play Sherlock Holmes, what will you do to me?)
2013, Broadchurch
Another case for 'the worst cop of Britain'. A child murder, no less. Broadchurch has been affecting Alec Hardy more than he'd like to acknowledge: the sea, those bloody smiley bloody faces, the weight of responsibility and fear of possible fail. But nonetheless, here he was. And for the first time in his career, his first day at new station and crime scene was worth enough a few sentences in his diary. Yes, he started to keep one, as his therapist said it should be helpful.
"14th Sep, Tuesday. Went to work. Saw the body. No DS, just a psychotic freak to solve this shite."
The group arrived to the crime scene. The shore was full of random people: officers, police dogs, the victim's relatives. Alec stood a feet away from the body, silently examining it. Trying to find any clues while also to stop his hands from shaking. His face was stoic, he almost seemed careless. What a monster could murder a child...
Before Hardy could pull out an evidence bag, another person appeared at the crime scene. Clearly not a cop, not a medic, not a relative, maybe a private detective? But police, especially here, didn't work with amateurs or private detectives. There was one thing he was right about: the police didn't work with amateurs.
You gracefully crossed the yellow crime tape, not paying attention to annoyed sighs of police members, and, putting on a pair of gloves, approached the body with determination. Crouching next to it, you started to look for details. One, two, three - found!
"The boy's been strangled by a man in a fit of rage, rough hands on him clearly. Came on skateboard, a few scrapes on his palms and knees. Not drown in the sea, no water in lungs. Not much, unfortunately."
You chattered, disappearing into the crowd under judgemental glares of other officers. Confused was an understatement for Hardy. How could some random detective just storm in, blabber something and flee? Or was it normal in Broadchurch too? The explanation arrived instantly.
"Y'know why's she here? She doesn't get paid or anything, just likes it. Gets off on it. The weirder the crime, the more she gets off on it. Stay away from 'er, will ya? A bloody psychopath."
A fellow colleague whispered to Alec. Too late. He could already see you coming in his direction.