Introducing the fake detective

Names Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes. And I'm one if the not large some if men. Why don't men like to role play? I'd role play my whole life away. It's fun!

Fake? YOU ARE MOST CERTAINLY NOT FAKE AND IF YOU OR ANYONE ELSE SAYS SO AGAIN, I SWEAR TO GOD...

I'm most definitely fake.

GRR... THAT'S IT! [runs out and into a reporter] Reporter: Doctor Watson, what do you think of the fact that your associate is a fake? {in head} Okay, John, this is it. [Out loud to reporter] I think that that is absolutely false. Reporter: And why do you think so, if it's been proven? Me: Because Sherlock Holmes isn't the one who's a fake. I AM. I fabricated the entire blog I wrote. I was never his associate, I was payed to act like I was. You people are always so easy to fool. You always go for the top man, but you never stop to think of the associate. I hired Rich Brook to kidnap me and play as his enemy so he could never figure out.

I killed Jeff Hope, not to save his life. No, don't be that stupid. I killed Jeff Hope because I'm really a hit man. Well, woman. And I've got a big list of people I've been payed to kill off. Last on the list was Sherlock Holmes. And the sum is a rather attractive one. Letting you believe he was a fake was just part of the big scheme that would lead to his death. Oh, there's plenty of evidence. You just have to find it. (goes off to the one place Sherlock will never think of)

(Thinks of it and meets her there.) very mad at you for lying. And to think I was going to ask you to marry me. Guess not.

Sherlock, please. I... DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! I'm doing this because I love you! I can't STAND to hear the name of the man I love just dragged through the mud. I never lied to you about who I was. I'm still me. But I'd rather be the one who's reputation is shattered then let you. Marry me? You were going to ask me to marry you?

Well yes!!! Why wouldn't I my love?

Why wouldn't you what? You confuse me SO much. But... I bloody love you.

I want to marry you. And it will happen

Will it? You haven't asked so...

Will you Marry me?

{Smirk then sing-songy} You have to say my name...

John Hamish Watson, will you marry me? [gets on my knee looking up.]

[Again, smirks, slightly more mischevious] That's NOT my middle name. I might have a man's first name but not his middle name. You, Sherlock Holmes, are WRONG. Go again.

Shoot... John H. Watson... Will you marry me?

[Laughs] That says you don't love me as much as you say... How can you love me and not know what my middle name is?

I thought I did

Okay, okay, fiiiine. It's Helena.

Awe... John Helena Watson, will you marry me?

[Can't hold it in anymore.] Oh, GOD, YES! [hug you.] (more smoochy smoochy time!!! And don't worry, am putting up RP as we speak. And for god's sake, reply to Death Threats While Not Roleplaying and Hello Gentlemen. Otherwise, Death Threats; I will die, Gentlemen; I'll say YES.)