I do not own any BBC Sherlock characters and I respect them. I also don't own the rights to the movie The Moulin Rouge. This is purely for entertainment. Note that this is my first fan fiction I have ever written as I am open to suggestions. If you don't like Johnlock pairing then I'd suggest you'd leave this story and be on your way.

Paris, 1900

An intriguing man, with makeup of a mime with an outfit of a jester, was perched standing through a sunlight window pane on top of a roof, somewhere in Paris. The man Gregory Lestrade begins in talking in a pensive melody, "There was a boy" his face expresses of remembering a sad and distant memory, when it wasn't that long ago as he continues" A very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far. Very far. Over land and sea."

The scenery changes, from the sadden jester, to over the roof tops of Paris. Passing by the Eiffel Tower into a place called 'Montmartre'. Passing through the gates of the town, through the busy people of the time, along with the passing by of a preacher "Don 't be fooled! Evil! Turn away from this village of sin! ". "A little shy….and sad of eye" continues Greg's voice passed the prostitutes. "But very wise…" sings Greg passed a few streets, drunkards"…was he" continued Greg's voice, and shops to all lead to a motel "And then one day…" continues Greg.

Going through one of the open windows of the motel's top floor reveals a late 20's sturdy, strong build of a blonde man with a beard growing. The man is in a corner of the room, head on his knees and a bottle of wine in his right hand. Papers, clothes, bottles of wine, and everything between was thrown in the room or on its walls, making the room look very messy. "A magic day…" sings Greg's voice. The image gets closer and closer to the blonde man "….he passed my way". The man looks up from his pose. "And while we spoke of many things.." An image of a type writer from the room comes forth. "..Fools and kings.." The said blonde man starts pacing around his typewriter. He was anxious, scared and confused. His courage took him over for he knew he must do this. "..The greatest thing.." He set down upon the typewriter, at first he didn't know what to write about, but then it came to him. He wrote with tears that started slow, then into silent sobs 'The greatest thing, you'll ever learn ("You'll ever learn.." Greg's voice inputs) is just to love ("Is just to love" the voice continues) and be loved ("And be loved….") in return' ("...in return"). He finishes that line with a shaky breath and a shaky hand has he moves the type writer to write out some more. 'The Moulin Rouge' he types but continues to type while speaking out loud of his thoughts.

"The Moulin Rouge" speaks the Blonde man as a memory of what the place was once like of its Ferris Wheel and theater like entrance shows in his mind. "A nightclub..." he says again with images of dancing men, jesters, and women with their skirts up high and showing clothes. "...a dance hall and a bordello..." he says as he continues "rules over by Mycroft Holmes." His memory portraits a tall man with a suit, an umbrella in one hand while leaning on it, and his stoic face that can rival any businessman or politician. "A kingdom of nighttime pleasures..." speaks the man again as he continues his story "...where the rich played with... ...the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld". He continues as his voice cracks a little "The most beautiful of all these...was the man who I loved. Sherlock Holmes" He remembers the man, piercing blue eyes that and see right into a person's soul and tell you everything about them, sharp and angular cheek bones that adorned his face, curly and untamable dark brown almost black locks of hair, a mind that surpasses its time ,and skin almost as pale and luminescent as snow, with a cig in long his fingers looking up from a dark room. "A courtesan, he sold his love to men. They called him "The Diamond Detective". And he was the star… of the Moulin Rouge". He pauses at his typewriter, putting a hand to his face, and trying with all his might to not breakdown and lose his emotional turmoil again as he continues to write once more "The man I loved" Looking out his window to see the Moulin Rouge. "...is…dead". He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding, as if to come to terms what has happened.

He continues to write "I first came to Paris one year ago"…

Haha! Cliffhanger. Await to see what Chapter 2 reveals! :D

This is what the characters will be playing as per par of the movie...

John Watson: Christian

Sherlock Holmes: Satine

Irene Adler: Prostitute of the Moulin Rouge

Molly Hooper: One of the 3 friends in the beginning

Mycroft Holmes: Harold Zidler

Gregory Lestrade: Toulouse-Lautrec

Jim Moriarty: The Duke

Sally Donavan: The prostitute and lover of the Argentinean; Roxanne

Anderson: The Argentinean

Mrs. Hudson: Marie

Sebastian Moran: The henchman to the Duke

Anthea: Prostitute of the Moulin Rouge

Mike Stamford: Friend of Toulouse