I don't know if this fandom is still alive but here we go!!
dividers by @cafekitsune
Echoes of the Past
a Louisa x Spiros fic
🕵🏻♀️ Rating: Teens and up audiences
🕵🏻♀️ Word Count: 4k (Chapter 2 of 23)
🕵🏻♀️ Tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Reincarnation, Mystery/Crime, murder investigation, Fake Dating, Tension, partners in crime solving, Banter, UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension), Flashbacks, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Baggage, Competence Kink, Louisa Darcy (Louisa Durrell Reincarnation), Spiros Halikis (Spiros Halikiopoulos Reincarnation), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Case Fic, Suspense
🕵🏻♀️ Summary: Louisa Darcy and Spiros Halikis are two detectives who clash from the moment they’re assigned to a high-profile murder case, their contrasting investigative styles only adding fuel to the fire. But as they dig deeper into the case—and each other—they begin to experience haunting flashes of a past life they can’t remember, but can’t ignore.
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The clamor of the London precinct buzzed around Louisa Darcy, but her mind was elsewhere. The crime reports on her desk blurred in her vision as a strange sense of familiarity washed over her. For days now, she had been grappling with these odd flashes—moments where it felt like she wasn’t alone, even when she was. She brushed the feeling aside, focusing instead on the notes scattered before her.
This case didn’t sit right. A string of burglaries in wealthy neighborhoods, sure, but something about the way the break-ins had been executed felt far too coordinated. She jotted down another observation in her notebook, ignoring the rain pelting against the window. As much as she liked to work alone, this one felt bigger than the run-of-the-mill cases. But that wasn’t her call to make.
A brisk knock on the door broke her concentration, and in walked Chief Inspector Reynolds. His no-nonsense demeanor was more than enough to pull Louisa back to the present.
“Darcy, we’ve got a case,” Reynolds said, tossing a folder onto her desk. “A string of high-society robberies that’s just become... more complicated. It might be connected to a possible homicide—still getting the details.”
Louisa raised an eyebrow, instantly alert. A murder? That changed everything. She leaned forward, but Reynolds held up a hand.
“There’s more,” he added, clearly not thrilled about the next part. “You’ll be working with someone else on this. Halikis.”
Louisa’s expression hardened. She’d heard the name before—Spiros Halikis—a detective with a reputation as a brash, methodical operator who didn’t care much for playing by the rules. His investigative style was the complete opposite of her own people-focused, empathetic approach. They were bound to clash.
“With all due respect, sir, I work better on my own.”
“I know you do,” Reynolds said, sitting down in the chair opposite her. “But this case is bigger than we initially thought. And you’ll need backup. Halikis has solved some of the toughest cases we’ve had this year. Between the two of you, I expect results.”
Louisa clenched her jaw but nodded, keeping her frustration in check. “Fine.”
Reynolds leaned back, clearly relieved she wasn’t fighting him on this one. “He’ll be here any minute. Get briefed, and I want updates by tomorrow. This one’s got eyes on it from higher up.”
As soon as Reynolds left, Louisa glanced down at the folder he’d dropped on her desk. She skimmed through the case details—the same string of burglaries she’d been looking into, but now, a wealthy financier had been found dead in his mansion. There were no signs of forced entry, no obvious suspects. And yet, something about it reeked of foul play. The robbery and the murder had to be connected.
Her door swung open again, and in walked Spiros Halikis, carrying an air of quiet authority. His dark hair, a little too long for regulation, was damp from the rain outside. His eyes, sharp and calculating, swept the room before settling on her.
“You must be Darcy,” he said, his deep voice tinged with a heavy Greek accent.
