Author's note: *Wink* If you look up "erotic" in the dictionary, you'll
find that it is way out of context.
The group of them arrived in the main lab after some fumbling with directions. Freddie announced loudly, "Ok, gang: let's split up." He began directing the split when Daphne immediately took a place by Holmes' side. Luckily for Sherlock, Freddie went to his rescue. "Err, Inspector, why not let Velma and Daphne show you how we Americans find evidence? Mr. H can go with me." Lestrade made no reply, but lead the way to the other side of the lab while Scooby and Shaggy, anticipating their partnership, left to scour the next lab. Alone together, Fred turned to Holmes with a weak smile.
"Well, Mr. H, I don't know how to explain this but-" the blonde boy was interrupted by Sherlock's laugh.
"Yes, yes, I know, Fred: Daphne favors me. It's quite flattering, but I can assure you I don't return her feelings and that if you'd like me to speak with her I'd be glad to." Holmes raised an amused eyebrow, taking care not to laugh.
But it was Fred's turn to laugh, "For once, Mr. H, you're real wrong. Daphne's my girlfriend, but our dating has been really stale after she thought she saw me giving a barmaid my number." He trailed off, as if remembering the scene with a wince. The Great Detective, who was no sucker for girls but who knew the rules of being a gentleman, was aghast, "Lord! Did you really?"
The young boy blushed, "NO! She was a fan! I was just giving her an autograph!" He cleared his throat after his sudden outburst and continued in a calmer, more amiable manner, "Anyway, don't mind her sucking-up; she's just trying to get to me." Fred seemed hardly embarrassed like he should've been, because he said with a grin that made Holmes blush, "And, Mr. Sherlock, I won't mind if you decide to play along!"
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Shaggy and Scooby never really look for clues when Fred tells them to split up. They just sort of wander around looking serious. But they're really looking for the kitchen, which they usually find pretty well. It's too bad they don't employ their noses in actual detective work, but of course, you already knew that. And if you're really smart and a big Scooby Doo fan, you'd know that the two are always the first poor fools to become mutually acquainted with the monster. Now, Shaggy and Scooby were beginning to put their noses to work, when a loud moaning was heard. Shaggy looked down at his stomach, then over at his dog's. "Like, w-w-w-what was that?"
"I run roe." (I don't know)
The skinny vegetarian might've looked as daft as ever, but clones are often times smarter than their original hosts.
"Scoob, have you often noticed that we're always the first poor fools to become mutually acquainted with the monster?" (Ok, maybe that's pushing my luck. Let's cut to the chase, shall we?)
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Lestrade was clueless as to where to start, but her stubbornness wasn't about to let it show. "So, where do we start?" She asked nonchalantly. Daphne shrugged with a toss of her hair and flounced after Velma. Beth Lestrade snickered; maybe Daphne really did like Holmes. And she would see the Inspector as competition. Shaking her head at the thought, Lestrade peered over Velma's shoulder: the teenager was examining equipment that had been stolen or tampered with, according to the manager. A yawn escaped the Inspector's lips; it was probably dark outside. There were no windows in the room, and Lestrade held a light in her hand so that she could see.
"I don't see anything wrong with it." Velma announced, pushing her glasses higher. Velma wouldn't be Velma without those glasses she always seems to lose at the worst second.
"Me neither." Daphne sighed, prodding tentatively at the wires. Lestrade, to her own disappointment, could also see nothing wrong with the equipment, and strode quickly to the other side of the room. In doing so, she almost broke her nose against Shaggy face. But that didn't stop the man, who shrieked and dashed away, his pup close on his heels. Rubbing hard, the inspector check to see if her nose was bleeding as Velma raised her head. Even Daphne looked curious. Lestrade cursed as she pinched the bridge of her nose to stop the flow of blood that had already stained the floor. However, she soon found she had more to worry about. Unplugging her nostrils for the moment, Lestrade caught a whiff of stink.
"PEW! What is THAT?" A question asked too soon, since the monster stood inches away from her. It was a horrible thing, its skin burned away as if by acid, and the face and hands gnarled and disfigured. Spongy red flesh appeared at its cheeks, and Beth wondered sickly whether that white stuff was bone. Although it was eyeless and mangy, its mouth was fixed in a dopey smile, moans escaping ever so often. Thudding past the bewildered inspector, it reached for the equipment on the lab table, clutching the glass in its arms as if it had all the time in the world.
Daphne and Velma screamed like they never screamed before. For the first time, the beast's head noticed people in the room, but before they could be eliminated, Lestrade regained her Yardie self and cried, "FREEZE! Inspector Lestrade, New Scotland Yard!" An ionizer blast was heard, and Lestrade rolled away from what had been her own shot. It had some kind of. ionizer shield or something, she thought bitterly, shoving the two teenage girls towards the next room. It'd be worth the bluff, though. "Stay back! Drop those . glass... thingies.!" So much for her salvaged pride.
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Working together, Sherlock Holmes and Freddy gathered anything of significance in the lab. But still, after ten minutes, there was nothing that even suggested a sabotage or stolen items. It didn't fit. There was no proof of the existence of that "monster" either. "Do you think Lou was lying?" Fred read Holmes' mind as they gave up and sat pondering.
Sherlock sighed. "There's no evidence of that, yet. But it's probable." He added, admitting that he was a bit befuddled himself. Then, something else in the course of that day's events clicked. He jumped up with an exclamation, recalling to Freddie's mind the conversation earlier with the three scientists.
"You must've noticed the conspicuous attitudes of all three scientists. The first one was uncooperative, the second was trying to act as peacekeeper, and the third was nervous. But before we could finish questioning the first man, he left, saying 'and that should be enough for any Yardie'. But how did he know Lestrade was a 'Yardie'?" Freddie slapped his knee, shouting at the conclusive evidence against Timothy Squaw.
"You've got it, Mr. Holmes! You've definitely got it! Squaw's our man!"
A proud smirk crossed the detective's features. Continuing on in the manner of a superior officer coaching his apprentice, he went on coolly, "Now, now, slow down, my boy. We've still got some work to - Halloa! What the devil!" To his ultimate surprise, Holmes saw, first Velma, then Daphne, and finally Lestrade, run like heck out of the next room.
"What's going on?" Freddie demanded. But the two teenage girls didn't stop; they slid to a pause, flicking their heads back like a deer from a huntsman, and then ran on. Only Lestrade appeared sane.
"That thing's got an anti-ionizer shield!" She gritted her teeth and turned to Holmes. His cane was already at his side with a flick of his deft wrist. The thing appeared at the door, its arms still at its sides but the smile gone, and a menacing sneer was in its place. Before she could blink, Lestrade saw the cane spinning through the air. But the Thing had another surprise in store. Without even a twitch it sent the cane flying back at Holmes. Luckily, being the great detective that he was, Holmes had deduced something of the sort and was able to move out of the way, pulling Freddie and Lestrade behind him. They ducked under a nearby table and waited. The monster, which wasn't a very bright sort of chum like all the other monsters in Fred's career, squinted around the room, not bothering to look UNDERNEATH the tables.
Lestrade snorted grumpily, the thing's feet having appeared next to her. Suddenly she froze; although without a good brain between its ears, the monster certainly enough had a keen sense of hearing. Bending over to examine the source of the erotic snort, it was very pleased to find the three quarries. But Holmes was quick, already moving to stand, lifting the table up with him. The monster was kicked aside with an "Oof" and landed onto a nearby table, sending it to the ground with a crash.
"That was easy." Fred realized out loud as he and the girls gathered at a safe distance away from the collapsed fiend. The glass test tubes on the table had cut its façade to shreds, but it wasn't enough to uncover the naughty culprit. Daphne, wanting to impress her boyfriend with some courage, reached for the mask with a bold hand.
"No! Stay back!" But the warning came too late. The monster's eyes flew open suddenly, and with a mighty leap it dragged Daphne aside, the dull end of an exact-o blade to her throat.
"Don't make me hurt her!" It screamed with sudden ferocity of character. Daphne was scared out of her wits. Her mouth opened in shock and speechlessness, but she closed it again without a word, understanding her position as prisoner. She wanted to cried out, fear creeping through her fingers, which were trying to wrench the strong arms from around her neck.
Fred was pulling out his hair. He pleaded with the ogre not to hurt Daphne. The monster's scarred face showed no signs of mercy as he growled, "Two hours! Don't come after me or she dies!" Then, he viciously threw the blade at the group, using the time to get away. There was a final scream, and then all was silence and darkness.
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The group of them arrived in the main lab after some fumbling with directions. Freddie announced loudly, "Ok, gang: let's split up." He began directing the split when Daphne immediately took a place by Holmes' side. Luckily for Sherlock, Freddie went to his rescue. "Err, Inspector, why not let Velma and Daphne show you how we Americans find evidence? Mr. H can go with me." Lestrade made no reply, but lead the way to the other side of the lab while Scooby and Shaggy, anticipating their partnership, left to scour the next lab. Alone together, Fred turned to Holmes with a weak smile.
"Well, Mr. H, I don't know how to explain this but-" the blonde boy was interrupted by Sherlock's laugh.
"Yes, yes, I know, Fred: Daphne favors me. It's quite flattering, but I can assure you I don't return her feelings and that if you'd like me to speak with her I'd be glad to." Holmes raised an amused eyebrow, taking care not to laugh.
But it was Fred's turn to laugh, "For once, Mr. H, you're real wrong. Daphne's my girlfriend, but our dating has been really stale after she thought she saw me giving a barmaid my number." He trailed off, as if remembering the scene with a wince. The Great Detective, who was no sucker for girls but who knew the rules of being a gentleman, was aghast, "Lord! Did you really?"
The young boy blushed, "NO! She was a fan! I was just giving her an autograph!" He cleared his throat after his sudden outburst and continued in a calmer, more amiable manner, "Anyway, don't mind her sucking-up; she's just trying to get to me." Fred seemed hardly embarrassed like he should've been, because he said with a grin that made Holmes blush, "And, Mr. Sherlock, I won't mind if you decide to play along!"
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Shaggy and Scooby never really look for clues when Fred tells them to split up. They just sort of wander around looking serious. But they're really looking for the kitchen, which they usually find pretty well. It's too bad they don't employ their noses in actual detective work, but of course, you already knew that. And if you're really smart and a big Scooby Doo fan, you'd know that the two are always the first poor fools to become mutually acquainted with the monster. Now, Shaggy and Scooby were beginning to put their noses to work, when a loud moaning was heard. Shaggy looked down at his stomach, then over at his dog's. "Like, w-w-w-what was that?"
"I run roe." (I don't know)
The skinny vegetarian might've looked as daft as ever, but clones are often times smarter than their original hosts.
"Scoob, have you often noticed that we're always the first poor fools to become mutually acquainted with the monster?" (Ok, maybe that's pushing my luck. Let's cut to the chase, shall we?)
*****
Lestrade was clueless as to where to start, but her stubbornness wasn't about to let it show. "So, where do we start?" She asked nonchalantly. Daphne shrugged with a toss of her hair and flounced after Velma. Beth Lestrade snickered; maybe Daphne really did like Holmes. And she would see the Inspector as competition. Shaking her head at the thought, Lestrade peered over Velma's shoulder: the teenager was examining equipment that had been stolen or tampered with, according to the manager. A yawn escaped the Inspector's lips; it was probably dark outside. There were no windows in the room, and Lestrade held a light in her hand so that she could see.
"I don't see anything wrong with it." Velma announced, pushing her glasses higher. Velma wouldn't be Velma without those glasses she always seems to lose at the worst second.
"Me neither." Daphne sighed, prodding tentatively at the wires. Lestrade, to her own disappointment, could also see nothing wrong with the equipment, and strode quickly to the other side of the room. In doing so, she almost broke her nose against Shaggy face. But that didn't stop the man, who shrieked and dashed away, his pup close on his heels. Rubbing hard, the inspector check to see if her nose was bleeding as Velma raised her head. Even Daphne looked curious. Lestrade cursed as she pinched the bridge of her nose to stop the flow of blood that had already stained the floor. However, she soon found she had more to worry about. Unplugging her nostrils for the moment, Lestrade caught a whiff of stink.
"PEW! What is THAT?" A question asked too soon, since the monster stood inches away from her. It was a horrible thing, its skin burned away as if by acid, and the face and hands gnarled and disfigured. Spongy red flesh appeared at its cheeks, and Beth wondered sickly whether that white stuff was bone. Although it was eyeless and mangy, its mouth was fixed in a dopey smile, moans escaping ever so often. Thudding past the bewildered inspector, it reached for the equipment on the lab table, clutching the glass in its arms as if it had all the time in the world.
Daphne and Velma screamed like they never screamed before. For the first time, the beast's head noticed people in the room, but before they could be eliminated, Lestrade regained her Yardie self and cried, "FREEZE! Inspector Lestrade, New Scotland Yard!" An ionizer blast was heard, and Lestrade rolled away from what had been her own shot. It had some kind of. ionizer shield or something, she thought bitterly, shoving the two teenage girls towards the next room. It'd be worth the bluff, though. "Stay back! Drop those . glass... thingies.!" So much for her salvaged pride.
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Working together, Sherlock Holmes and Freddy gathered anything of significance in the lab. But still, after ten minutes, there was nothing that even suggested a sabotage or stolen items. It didn't fit. There was no proof of the existence of that "monster" either. "Do you think Lou was lying?" Fred read Holmes' mind as they gave up and sat pondering.
Sherlock sighed. "There's no evidence of that, yet. But it's probable." He added, admitting that he was a bit befuddled himself. Then, something else in the course of that day's events clicked. He jumped up with an exclamation, recalling to Freddie's mind the conversation earlier with the three scientists.
"You must've noticed the conspicuous attitudes of all three scientists. The first one was uncooperative, the second was trying to act as peacekeeper, and the third was nervous. But before we could finish questioning the first man, he left, saying 'and that should be enough for any Yardie'. But how did he know Lestrade was a 'Yardie'?" Freddie slapped his knee, shouting at the conclusive evidence against Timothy Squaw.
"You've got it, Mr. Holmes! You've definitely got it! Squaw's our man!"
A proud smirk crossed the detective's features. Continuing on in the manner of a superior officer coaching his apprentice, he went on coolly, "Now, now, slow down, my boy. We've still got some work to - Halloa! What the devil!" To his ultimate surprise, Holmes saw, first Velma, then Daphne, and finally Lestrade, run like heck out of the next room.
"What's going on?" Freddie demanded. But the two teenage girls didn't stop; they slid to a pause, flicking their heads back like a deer from a huntsman, and then ran on. Only Lestrade appeared sane.
"That thing's got an anti-ionizer shield!" She gritted her teeth and turned to Holmes. His cane was already at his side with a flick of his deft wrist. The thing appeared at the door, its arms still at its sides but the smile gone, and a menacing sneer was in its place. Before she could blink, Lestrade saw the cane spinning through the air. But the Thing had another surprise in store. Without even a twitch it sent the cane flying back at Holmes. Luckily, being the great detective that he was, Holmes had deduced something of the sort and was able to move out of the way, pulling Freddie and Lestrade behind him. They ducked under a nearby table and waited. The monster, which wasn't a very bright sort of chum like all the other monsters in Fred's career, squinted around the room, not bothering to look UNDERNEATH the tables.
Lestrade snorted grumpily, the thing's feet having appeared next to her. Suddenly she froze; although without a good brain between its ears, the monster certainly enough had a keen sense of hearing. Bending over to examine the source of the erotic snort, it was very pleased to find the three quarries. But Holmes was quick, already moving to stand, lifting the table up with him. The monster was kicked aside with an "Oof" and landed onto a nearby table, sending it to the ground with a crash.
"That was easy." Fred realized out loud as he and the girls gathered at a safe distance away from the collapsed fiend. The glass test tubes on the table had cut its façade to shreds, but it wasn't enough to uncover the naughty culprit. Daphne, wanting to impress her boyfriend with some courage, reached for the mask with a bold hand.
"No! Stay back!" But the warning came too late. The monster's eyes flew open suddenly, and with a mighty leap it dragged Daphne aside, the dull end of an exact-o blade to her throat.
"Don't make me hurt her!" It screamed with sudden ferocity of character. Daphne was scared out of her wits. Her mouth opened in shock and speechlessness, but she closed it again without a word, understanding her position as prisoner. She wanted to cried out, fear creeping through her fingers, which were trying to wrench the strong arms from around her neck.
Fred was pulling out his hair. He pleaded with the ogre not to hurt Daphne. The monster's scarred face showed no signs of mercy as he growled, "Two hours! Don't come after me or she dies!" Then, he viciously threw the blade at the group, using the time to get away. There was a final scream, and then all was silence and darkness.
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