DI Dimmock
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Post by DI Dimmock on Feb 21, 2012 15:36:37 GMT
im writing a sherlock fanfiction. if anyone wants to read it please reply and maybe i'll upload once im done. its called: "sherlock holmes the end game." its set a couple of months after the reichenbach fall. so remember reply and i'll upload.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Feb 22, 2012 21:46:53 GMT
Ca m'interessa. Which is very terrible French for 'that sounds interesting', I think
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DI Dimmock
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Post by DI Dimmock on Feb 24, 2012 12:30:21 GMT
ok. im noyt done yet but ive renamed in Sherlock Holmes The Final Game.
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Sherlock Holmes
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The world's only consulting detective
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Feb 24, 2012 14:07:36 GMT
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Feb 24, 2012 16:45:47 GMT
Gosh, this has forced me to look up the cringe-worthy fics I wrote when I was about fourteen. Christ I was frustrated. Mine are a perfect reflection of my own state-of-mind at that age - desperately trying to not be that age! Alas, the only things I get to write these days is essays...!
Edit:
Having glanced through bits of yours, Sherlock, I'm now fighting the impulse to write my own! I have A-Levels to complete, this is not helping!! ;D
Oh Christ, who needs to get into University anyway? Oh yeah... me. Oops.
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DI Dimmock
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Post by DI Dimmock on Feb 25, 2012 17:53:08 GMT
ive decided to go ahead and post the prologogue and chapter 1 here. it will be in my next post.
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DI Dimmock
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Post by DI Dimmock on Feb 25, 2012 17:58:34 GMT
ok here is the prologue and chapter 1 of my sherlock fanfiction. any reprinting or republishing of this fanfiction is prohibited. i will be adding parts as posts and when im finished attach it as a file. ok here its is. (edit) ive had this fanfiction protected by a creative commons license type 6. [glow=red,2,300]Sherlock Holmes: The Final Game. By Harry Norman.[/glow]Based on the TV series “Sherlock™” by the BBC, And the Sherlock Holmes short story collection by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. No Copyright is intended in the writing of this Fan Fiction. Prologue James Moriarty was stood at the entrance of St Bart’s hospital. He was with one of his henchman. Then his phone bleeped. It was a text. “Come and play. Bart’s hospital rooftop. SH. Ps. got something of yours you might want back.” It read. “So Sherlock’s here. He must know that he must die to stop the snipers targeting his friends.” Moriarty said. “What are you going to do sir? Tell him everything then watch him die?” said the henchman. “No. he is smarter than that. I’m going to send you up to face Sherlock. You will be disguised as me. I know that you’re a good actor and will be able to easily put on my voice.” He replied. He then opened the briefcase he was holding. Inside were a three piece suit, a latex mask and a wig. The henchman quickly put everything on. Moriarty then gave him a pistol and sent him up to the roof. He then took out his phone and sent a text to Sherlock reading “I’m waiting….. JM.” He pressed one of the apps on his phone and it connected with the security camera on the roof. The henchman did everything perfectly. He waited for Sherlock, he told him that there was no code, and finally he shot himself in the mouth and Sherlock jumped off the building. He walked round to the front and saw Sherlock’s body. He then saw Dr John Watson run towards the body. He then turned and walked towards a waiting car. “Is it done sir?” the driver asked. “Yes. My work here is done.” He replied. Chapter 1: A conspiracy destroyed. March 23rd 2012 John Watson sat in his flat at 221b and went through some files that Sherlock had kept of Richard Brooke; the person Moriarty was posing as. He still couldn’t believe that Sherlock was dead. He picked up a quote that the journalist known as “kitty riley” had used when interviewing Moriarty. “He gave me a contract. It said that if I signed and posed as James Moriarty for him then I would get £100,000.” Watson put the article down. He picked up his phone and called his friend Lestrade. “Hello?” said Lestrade picking up his phone. “Lestrade its John. I think I have some evidence that Sherlock Holmes is not a fake. Go to kitty Riley’s house and say that it is an investigation regarding Sherlock Holmes.” he said. “Um ok then. I’ll be there.” replied Lestrade. He put his phone down, grabbed a few police officers, got in his car and drove to the location john had given him. Back at 221b, john was already waiting for a taxi. He got in the taxi and drove to the same location as Lestrade. It took about half an hour but he finally made it. Lestrade was already investigating. Kitty Riley was stood outside. John walked in. “Richard would have been staying here, so all of his belongings would still be here” john said. “So? What has that got to do with anything?” Lestrade asked. “I read an article that Richard was given a contract to sign. So it must be here.” He replied. After an hour of looking they found the contract. It had Richard Brooke’s signature on it and a cheap imitation of Sherlock’s. “See? Sherlock didn’t hire Richard Brooke, or as we should properly call him James Moriarty.” John exclaimed. “Well I guess that means an apology is in order for you.” Lestrade replied. John nodded and walked out of the house, got in a taxi and went back to 221b. He walked up the stairs and into his flat. He saw someone sitting in the chair reading a newspaper with “Kitty Riley jailed for major conspiracy.” On the front page. “I am amazed. You have proven yourself worthy of such deductive skills.” The man said. The man then lowered the newspaper and then sitting there, in front of John Watson, was Sherlock Holmes.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Feb 25, 2012 18:15:07 GMT
Oh now I want to write one!!! Damn my 'education' and 'studying'! I thoroughly enjoyed that. Also you have the same name as my boyfriend, except he's 'Newman'. For serious.
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DI Dimmock
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Post by DI Dimmock on Feb 27, 2012 8:22:04 GMT
Chapter 2: the first murder. “HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!” John shouted at Sherlock. “I SAW YOUR BODY! I WAS AT YOUR FUNERAL!” he continued. Then the land-lady Mrs Hudson walked up into the flat. “What’s all this shouting about?” she said. Then she noticed Sherlock sitting in the chair. “Oh you’re not dead Sherlock. That’s a nice surprise. I’ll make you a cup of tea then shall I?” she said. She turned and walked down stairs. “Ok I’ll tell you.” Said Sherlock after Mrs Hudson had gone. “I knew I was going to die that day. I asked some accomplices who owe me some favours to place a mattress in the chalked out bus stop area. I fell and landed safely on the mattress behind a waiting truck. You were then knocked over by a passing cyclist who gave me time to get in the van and replace the body with a dummy. I was in hiding until you found my files and proved that I wasn’t a fake.” He said. “Well that is quite logical.” John replied. “Are you going to tell Lestrade this?” he asked. “No I’ll use a shorter story. I can’t tell him I faked my death.” He replied. Then Lestrade walked in. he saw Sherlock. “Well how come you’re alive?” Lestrade asked. Sherlock repeated to Lestrade everything he said to john. “Well that’s quite logical. Anyway that is not why I’m here Holmes. There has been a murder.” Lestrade said. “Sorry not interested.” Sherlock said. “I think you are Holmes. It is the murder of the Prime Minister of Great Britain.” He replied.
Somewhere on the Thames James Moriarty was on a Pleasure cruise. Then his phone rang. “Ah hello Anthony. Was the murder of the prime minster successful?” Moriarty asked. “Yes. And as instructed in left your little note attached to the knife. But there is something you might want to know. The police are getting Sherlock Holmes to investigate.” Said Anthony. “But I thought he was dead!” said Moriarty. “I did too but that hardly matters.” Said the man. “Your right. What matters is that we kill the 4 targets and then gain access to the UN’s nuclear defence system.” Moriarty replied. He then turned off his phone and put it in his pocket. “So Sherlock’s alive.” He thought. “Well that will not interfere with my plans. This is one crime he can’t solve.”
Journalists had started to gather outside 10 Downing Street when they heard the prime minister had been murdered. When they got out the car people rushed up to Sherlock asking him questions about how he managed to survive the fall off Bart’s hospital rooftop. Of course he ignored them all and just kept walking forward. He went into the main room where the prime minister had been murdered. There was blood on the walls and the carpet. The window was shattered with glass everywhere. The body was still in the room and next to it was a blood stained knife with a note attached to it saying “have a nice day”. “The prime minister was murdered with this knife, but I think you already know that” Sherlock said. He turned over the body of the prime minister. There where knife marks over his body and his face, and a red mark on his neck. He then closed is eyes, trying to deduct what had happened. He opened his eyes and turned to Lestrade. “Here is what I think happened. Pay attention because this is where it gets complicated.” Sherlock said He took a deep breath. “Prime minister is sitting down having a meeting with the murderer, who is probably disguised as someone from the government. The man produces a knife. The prime minister is about to call for help but the man strikes the prime ministers vocal cords, stopping his screams. He then strikes the prime minister with the knife and then jumps through the window and escapes.” He said. “Ok. We will ask people who were passing by at the time of the murder.” Lestrade replied Sherlock picked up the knife. He recognised the hand writing on the note at once. It was the handwriting of James Moriarty.
Chapter 3: The hidden message. The next day Sherlock sat in his chair at 221b. He had the note in his hand. On the other side of it there was a mass of number code. “3478965” he was trying to decipher it. After many attempts he couldn’t make any sense out of it. His phone bleeped. It was a text from Lestrade. “Done further investigation. Some documents missing from PM’s laptop. GL.” The text read. Then John walked in. “any luck?” john asked. “No luck so far. What can you make of it?” said Sherlock. He handed him the note. “3478965. What if it’s a flight number? They are usually written out like that.” John said. “Your right. But if so where is this flight going to?” Sherlock said. He opened his laptop. He went onto the Heathrow airport website and input the number. It came up with “flight 3478965 to Washington dc.” He then started typing loads of numbers onto the computer and a seating plan of the plane appeared on screen. It had the names of the passengers of that flight. It showed that James Moriarty was on the flight. Sherlock closed his laptop and got up. “Pack your bag Watson. We’re going to America.” He went into his room and got changed. He poked his head round the door. “Oh and could you book 2 seats for flight 3478965.” He said. “Ok.” Replied Watson. He booked the seats, went into his own room and got changed. James Moriarty arrived at Heathrow airport. He checked into the airport and collected his boarding pass and went into the terminal. He looked at his watch. “3 hours. Plenty of time till the plane takes off.” He said to himself. He went into a café and ordered a coffee. Someone sat down at his table. “What flight are you taking?” Moriarty asked the man. “34590123. To Barcelona.” Said Anthony. Moriarty looked round to make sure no one was listening. He leant forward. “Do you have the first part of code?” he asked. “Yes I have it here.” Anthony said, as he handed Moriarty a memory stick. “Ah thank you. Here you’ll need this.” Moriarty said, handing the man a boarding pass. “We rendezvous at the Smithsonian. I will give you what you need for the next murder there.” He said. Anthony nodded, got up and left. John and Sherlock were boarding the plane. They saw Moriarty in front of them. He handed in his boarding pass and got on the plane. Moriarty really is on this flight.” John said. “Yes but the only thing we can do at the moment is wait for him to make a move.” Sherlock said. They handed in they’re boarding passes and got on the plane. Luckily they’re seats were far away from Moriarty. They sat down. “What do you think Moriarty is up to?” john asked. “I don’t know. But earlier I got a text from Lestrade saying that there were some documents missing from the prime minister’s laptop.” Sherlock replied. “Well like you said the only thing we can do is wait.” John said.
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DI Dimmock
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Post by DI Dimmock on Apr 7, 2012 11:06:15 GMT
final product attached. Attachments:
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