[Author's note: !!! I completely forgot Moriarty!!
*Think hard * Well I've already got this plot figured out, and none of it
is Moriarty, sorry! But I promise the next one will be! I'm more of a
romantic than a mystery writer... he he. And I'll be working on the sequel
to THIS FICCY very soon. (Give me a break, you say? Pwahaha! Never!) And
now that I've updated so fast, let's all point our fingers at nightmare and
laugh! pwahaha!
monty: boy was that a mistake.. She'll be coming after YOU soon! pwahaha!
jr.: Well I've got an excuse! It's a bit pathetic but that's the way it is
with excuses rite? Ahem: I'm watching Chinese Soap Operas. Set in the
Emperor periods of China. With Shoaling kung-fu-ists, evil empresses and a
dowager empress that ticks me off so bad, and of course, (you knew this was
coming, right?) cute princes + rebellious princesses. Oh, and the Eunuchs.
-___-;; Now that's what I call dedication.
monty: please dont' go there. Please.]
Sherlock Holmes, working quickly as he spoke, was able to remove the ventilation cover without difficulty. "According to my calculations, we should be right above..." The Great Detective started muttering to himself again, going over their crawling. Lestrade tried her best as well, but it made her head hurt, so instead she took the easy road; she peered into the room itself. And what she saw made her gasp.
"Lou's office!"
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After spinning around in so many circles that his head hurt, Scooby Doo sat down with a "rumph" and inspired so much sympathy in his owners that Freddie was compelled to give him a Scooby snack.
"Hey Daph', don't you think now would be a good time for a Sc-" Reality hit him a second too late. Oh yea. She wasn't there. He kind of missed the fashionably obsessed girl. Velma patted his shoulder in a friendly fashion and then patted Scooby and was about to pat Shaggy too, but realized he was too tall for her so she gave up. Looking around to avoid making eye contact with Shaggy [yea, i gotta poke romance into SOMETHING], she noticed they were in a very familiar area of the building. She tugged on Fred's sleeve. He noticed it too. Only Scooby, who was illiterate, obviously, couldn't read the sign outside the big brass door they had been standing in front of just hours ago. It was the door to the office of the very man who had summoned them to the case in the first place.
Shaggy was confused. "But why would Mr. Neebin even summon us here if he's the guy we're trying to find?"
Fred was furious. "Because he's been playing us for dupes, that's why! Now let's go in there and save Daphne!" And before he could take in the warnings from Velma, the true brains of the group, Freddie and Shaggy had put their shoulders to the cheap machinery device locking the door, broke it, and rushed in to find the surprised eyes of Lou Neebin and the girl of Fred's dreams tied up in a chair.
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If you think Fred was furious, you should've seen Beth Lestrade. After uttering a bucket worth of the most unprintable words ever, she shoved Holmes out the vent and followed after him in a less graceful "plop". But the Academy training was sinking in at last, because she was up on one knee in a flash, ionizer and the ready, shrill voice snarling, "Inspector Lestrade New Scotland-" Beth's usual introductions were interrupted by a hard kick to her ribs. As she hit the wall hard, raising a bump on the back of her head, Lestrade's brain was in chaos mood. She had had her eyes glued on Lou Neebin, just like the handbook said. She had been ready to respond to any flicker of a muscle, any attempt to escape. Of course, Daphne had been tied in a chair, so it couldn't have been-
Lestrade's eyes flew open. And then it hit her: why wasn't Lou Neebin moving at all?
Both she and Sherlock Holmes noticed the trickle of blood coming from a bullet wound in the manager's chest at the same time. His once hard and cold eyes were lifelessly frozen in a look of terror and shock. Lou Neebin had been murdered.
A light, sardonic applause came from the other corner of the room. "Brava, Inspector, Brava. Although I hardly think you would've been expecting to receive a hard kick in your side?" A man stepped out of the shadows, dark bangs covering his dark glasses, which in turn covered those sinister, fiery eyes. With a snap of his fingers, the lights brightened, allowing the detectives' eyes to wander into the dark corner, only to see the limp body of Timothy Squaw, and the two other scientists standing over him with guilty looks in their grim faces.
On another snap from the malicious actor, Trojan and Annie, in movements to fast for the naked eye, had pinned Sherlock Holmes down and administered a sedative. His struggling was no use against the force of two, and with a cry Holmes went limp as well. Which left only Beth Lestrade to be dealt with...
[Author's note: Read and Review, that's all I've got to say. I would also love suggestions on how to end this as well, please. Don't worry, all you impatient ones ;): the first chapter of the next ficcy will be up the same time the last chapter to this one is posted. So keep your pants on. monty: hehe.]
Sherlock Holmes, working quickly as he spoke, was able to remove the ventilation cover without difficulty. "According to my calculations, we should be right above..." The Great Detective started muttering to himself again, going over their crawling. Lestrade tried her best as well, but it made her head hurt, so instead she took the easy road; she peered into the room itself. And what she saw made her gasp.
"Lou's office!"
*****************
After spinning around in so many circles that his head hurt, Scooby Doo sat down with a "rumph" and inspired so much sympathy in his owners that Freddie was compelled to give him a Scooby snack.
"Hey Daph', don't you think now would be a good time for a Sc-" Reality hit him a second too late. Oh yea. She wasn't there. He kind of missed the fashionably obsessed girl. Velma patted his shoulder in a friendly fashion and then patted Scooby and was about to pat Shaggy too, but realized he was too tall for her so she gave up. Looking around to avoid making eye contact with Shaggy [yea, i gotta poke romance into SOMETHING], she noticed they were in a very familiar area of the building. She tugged on Fred's sleeve. He noticed it too. Only Scooby, who was illiterate, obviously, couldn't read the sign outside the big brass door they had been standing in front of just hours ago. It was the door to the office of the very man who had summoned them to the case in the first place.
Shaggy was confused. "But why would Mr. Neebin even summon us here if he's the guy we're trying to find?"
Fred was furious. "Because he's been playing us for dupes, that's why! Now let's go in there and save Daphne!" And before he could take in the warnings from Velma, the true brains of the group, Freddie and Shaggy had put their shoulders to the cheap machinery device locking the door, broke it, and rushed in to find the surprised eyes of Lou Neebin and the girl of Fred's dreams tied up in a chair.
********************
If you think Fred was furious, you should've seen Beth Lestrade. After uttering a bucket worth of the most unprintable words ever, she shoved Holmes out the vent and followed after him in a less graceful "plop". But the Academy training was sinking in at last, because she was up on one knee in a flash, ionizer and the ready, shrill voice snarling, "Inspector Lestrade New Scotland-" Beth's usual introductions were interrupted by a hard kick to her ribs. As she hit the wall hard, raising a bump on the back of her head, Lestrade's brain was in chaos mood. She had had her eyes glued on Lou Neebin, just like the handbook said. She had been ready to respond to any flicker of a muscle, any attempt to escape. Of course, Daphne had been tied in a chair, so it couldn't have been-
Lestrade's eyes flew open. And then it hit her: why wasn't Lou Neebin moving at all?
Both she and Sherlock Holmes noticed the trickle of blood coming from a bullet wound in the manager's chest at the same time. His once hard and cold eyes were lifelessly frozen in a look of terror and shock. Lou Neebin had been murdered.
A light, sardonic applause came from the other corner of the room. "Brava, Inspector, Brava. Although I hardly think you would've been expecting to receive a hard kick in your side?" A man stepped out of the shadows, dark bangs covering his dark glasses, which in turn covered those sinister, fiery eyes. With a snap of his fingers, the lights brightened, allowing the detectives' eyes to wander into the dark corner, only to see the limp body of Timothy Squaw, and the two other scientists standing over him with guilty looks in their grim faces.
On another snap from the malicious actor, Trojan and Annie, in movements to fast for the naked eye, had pinned Sherlock Holmes down and administered a sedative. His struggling was no use against the force of two, and with a cry Holmes went limp as well. Which left only Beth Lestrade to be dealt with...
[Author's note: Read and Review, that's all I've got to say. I would also love suggestions on how to end this as well, please. Don't worry, all you impatient ones ;): the first chapter of the next ficcy will be up the same time the last chapter to this one is posted. So keep your pants on. monty: hehe.]