I've been working on this for a bit now. Done enough reading and watching Sherlock adaptations. I figured it's time to start posting it. Here's the people who volunteered and the roles they're playing: @Magnum: sniper/hitman @CallMeMaggot: Detective Inspector Lestrade @The Member Formerly Known As Baya Rae 4900: insisted upon being Moriarty, so... Moriarty @BizarrePsycho: Trixie's Boss @Trixie: volunteered to be the victim @uberfukken: Sherlock @Sugar Bombs: Dr. Watson @$$Trooper: Detective Inspector Gregson @Moscow: policeman who finds Trixie's body Setting: modern day. i do not know enough about the original time period to write in it. The Adventures of Uberfukken and Dr. Sugar Bombs: A Deadly Game of Chess Chapter 1 Uberfukken sat in the apartment of 221B Baker Street slowly dragging his bow across his violin strings. The consulting detective's case load had been very slow lately. Uberfukken's roommate and assistant, Dr. Sugar Bombs, watched him play from the hall. She could tell he was joyless from his somber and lifeless playing. They needed something to work on. She missed the vibrant playing she would hear when he was working on a case. She walked from the hall into the kitchen and put the tea kettle on. She looked back into the living room. He had stopped playing and was putting his violin away in its case. Next to the violin case on the table was the small black case he kept his morphine and cocaine in. She sighed and looked away. It was something they disagreed on frequently but she didn't feel like bringing it up right now. After a moment, the kettle started to whistle and she poured herself a cup. She was about to ask Uberfukken if he'd like some as well when the doorbell rang. They heard Mrs. Hudson, the landlady, go down to answer the door. "Hold on, I'm coming," she said as she went down the stairs. "There's a patrol car out front," said Uberfukken while gazing out the window. Sugar Bombs walked over to the desk by the couch and picked up the TV remote, turning to the first news channel she could think of. A woman had been found dead at home. "Do you think this is why they're here?" she asked. "Indeed. It's the only reason why they would be." Sugar Bombs was about to ask "What makes you say that?" when footsteps coming up to their flat interrupted her. "Uberfukken, the police are here," Mrs. Hudson said as she pushed in the half-open door and looked inside. "Send them in," he replied. Detective Inspectors Maggot and Trooper stepped into the living room. They looked worriedly at the consulting detective. "We've got a dead woman, late 30's early 40's, gunshot wound to the head. Will you come?" Detective Inspector Maggot asked. "What's special about this case? You wouldn't come to me if it were just a simple murder." "The bullet's gone." "What do you mean 'gone'?" "I mean, it was a clean-through shot and we've searched the whole premises. It's gone." At this, Uberfukken's eyebrows perked up. "I guess we'd better find out where it went then, shall we? Dr. Sugar Bombs and I will follow you in a cab. Give us a moment please." The two detectives went down to their car and waited. "My dear Sugar Bombs, could you call for a cab for us please?" Uberfukken asked, smiling for the first time in weeks. "Yes, of course," she answered, dialing the number.