Pranay's Fan Fic - Elementary - Final

He stood there glistening in the sun upon his roof top at the brownstone, refreshing UV light hitting every inch of his body as he absorbed the positive benefits of the first mornings light.

"Sherlock!!"  Joan was hurtling up the stairs bumping into things as she flung open the door.

"What are you doing?!  Why haven’t you got your clothes on?!"

Joan blushed as Sherlock swung around in full view.

"Can’t you surmise the obvious by your self Watson?!  I am attempting to put on that glow you were hoping for on our wedding day.  My present to you my dear Watson!"

Sherlock exclaimed with his matter of factly face giving way to a slight signer on the corner of his left lip as the joy of putting Joan on edge shone through his bright grey eyes.

"For god’s sake Sherlock!"  Even in her anger she could not hide her feelings nor her joyful disposition.

Moments later everything was on the move and back on track, Sherlock had managed to be bathed, clothed and ready to meet up with Captain Gregson for their journey to the chapel as Joan was waited on hand and foot by her brides maids preparing for the grandest of all occasions.

Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson’s wedding, even the gods them selves felt relief.

Gregson's Grin was certainly something to witness as he opened his door to see Sherlock standing before him.

"Sherlock!  You look amazing!"  "Okay Gregson, have your fun if you will.  Take advantage of my moment of weakness."

"Come now Holmes!  It's not often I am in this most fortuitous position, dressed to the nines and looking at Sherlock Holmes in a tux!"

Agent Bell popped his head around the corner grinning like the cheshire cat.

“I still have these you dirty detective!”  He dangled on his finger evidence from the bachelor party, a pair of pink lace panties with a strange hole on one end.

“You do still value your life don’t you Marcus?” 

“Are you seriously going to threaten a police officer?!”  Bell remarked unable to wipe the grin from his face.

“Apologies agent Bell, maybe we should then infer to the numerous skeletons you have in your closet that I am privy to, like that time at Hotel Delaminate?”

Bell’s grin swiftly turned into a look of terror.

“Gregson he never plays fair, sometimes I just want to shoot him and be done with it.”

All three broke out in to hysterics and banter went on about the amusing details of the night prior.

On the outskirts of the city approached a dark as night Lamborghini, roaring past the Welcome to New York sign.  Inside sat a man tall, well built and present to his task.

I am along way from home, he thought.  If she is here I’ll find her.  He fought his internal demons about how to handle her when he did, his foot dove into the gas pedal that much deeper as the car ripped into New York City.

Mean while Joan was on the way to the Chapel with her brides maids.

Mrs. Watson gave her daughter a loving look.

“Joanne, I never thought I would get to see you in your wedding dress looking so lovely!”

“Geez thanks Mum!”  The anger and slight shame rose up inside of her.  No surprise coming from a hardened Chinese woman like her.

“I didn’t mean it like that dear!  Its just that you have had such a bad track record with men and then after you became an investigator seeing all those horrible things I thought that would ruin you for sure.”

“Well I am not ruin mum!”

Mrs. Watson didn’t even flinch.

“Well that’s all over with now anyway, my darling girl is getting married to a genius and famous detective and she is the most beautiful and happy I have ever seen her.”

She gave that well placed mothers smile that every child works hard for, Joan even in her disbelief smiled.

They pulled up to the entrance of the chapel surrounded by vehicles everywhere as the press from several news agencies flashed their cameras.

The girls all smiled, they were about to receive the moment of fame and a whole lot more.

Once inside Joan was worrying like a pre-med student.

“Where the hell is that man?!  I’ll kill him if he’s late!”

Bell, Gregson and Sherlock arrived around the back, Sherlock started feeling unwell.

“You alright Sherlock?”  You look like you’re gonna throw up?”

“Can you feel that?”  “Yeah its Sherlock Holmes finally scared of something and it’s priceless.”  Bell remarked.

“No!  Something’s not right, it all feels off.”  He started thinking rapidly, he had worked this day and its details down to the bone and something was not right.

As they walked in through the back to prepare for the ceremony Sherlock’s mind worked hard as chills ran down his spine.

A Lamborghini skid to a stop outside St. Paul's Chapel.

The magic moment was happening, Joan in all her beauty began to walk down the aisle as the music played proudly in the background and all the guests got to their feet.

There was an explosion of streaming smoke in front of the Pastor.

Sherlock’s jaw dropped, and for the first time in a long time horror was on his face.

“Irene!”

Joan stopped in her tracks screamed ever so slightly.

“Hanna!  What the hell are you doing?!”

“That’s Professor Hanna Moriarty to you dear sister!”

Things had just gone from perfect to absolute hell, Sherlock came out of his body comma to step forward.

“You need to come with me!”

“I have got some unfinished business first”. Exclaimed a thundering voice standing at the church doors.

In walks a tall man in a noticeably expensive suit, conviction in his eyes and quite obviously murder on his mind.

“I am Bruce Wayne of Gotham City!  And that woman will answer for her crimes!”

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