WELCOME! I am the author of this lovely story. This story will defiantly me mirroring a movie, as in it will have a sound track. I will give you the links and the cues for the music and you may do as you wish. I am very excited for this story, it has been stirring around in my head for quite some time now. I am now officially releasing it! :D I don't have a beta reader so if a person wanted to do that, I would be very happy. :D There is only 1 cue in this story, here is the link(take spaces out): www. youtube. com/watch?v=5DPxO2hcaYE

I might even make a website for the music cues instead of giving them to you by link, but we'll see. Also let me know how the music cue worked, review and tell me. :)

Thank You for reading! Enjoy!

(Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock Holmes)

Two deaths in one day. That was just a bit too much for her to handle. When Simza had finally reached the Gypsy camp, she was greeted by many friends seeking knowledge about Rene and the others. She only shook her head at them and fell into their welcome embrace. Some would ask about the strange man that rode the pony. She growled and snapped at them and retreated into her tent. She then laid on her bed and sobbed. Her tears fell for her brother, her friends and for Holmes.

She would never admit it but over the course of their stay together, she had develop a slight... how could she put it... crush? No... stirring, for him. She had almost loathed him in the beginning, but she had realized that the hate had been something else entirely. But that didn't matter now, he was gone.

"GODDAMNYOU!" Watson stormed out of his office, the door slamming onto the wall behind it causing pictures to fall to the floor. "Wait! wait-" Holmes scurried after him, yanking the tight camouflage suit from his buttocks. "No Holmes! I thought you were dead! There is no excuse for this- none! This behavior is completely unexceptable! All of the world thinks you're dead!" Holmes stop probing at his shoulder and beamed. "Exactly my dear friend!" Watson stared at him, in mock horror. "And why on earth's green ground, would you want that?"

(Cue Music)

Sherlock smirked and shook him head, he stepped forward and began to pace rather lightly. "tut tut tut, Watson. When people assume that I died..." Watson rolled his eyes at Holmes accusatory tone. "They had come to the logical conclusion that my cases have come to a halt?" Watson leaned on his better leg and sighed. "Quite obviously. Get to your point." Holmes's pace quickened as he smirked and looked up at Watson. "Wouldn't they also assume that the person who died is no longer functioning?" Watson clenched his jaw in frustration. "I said get to your point."

"Well..." Holmes stopped pacing and stood tall looking over at Watson from the other side of the room. "Don't you think that I could assume that people then wouldn't know that I had resumed those said cases-"

"-cases that were closed when you killed Moriarty."

Holmes grinned. "That's just it, Watson..." He jogged over to Watson in a dramatic fashion and pulled him out the front door. "Those cases are wide open!"

~Sherlock Holmes: Song of Bandits~

Written By: Gypsy Amelia

Sherlock Holmes: Robert Downy Jr.

Dr. John Watson: Jude Law

Madame Simza Heron: Noomi Rapace

Mycroft Holmes: Stephen Fry

Mary Watson: Kelly Reilly

Mrs. Hudson: Geraldine James