A/N: READ THE A/N FOR ONCE! This is my parody of Sherlock Holmes. It's Sherlock Zim! Well, he's just called Zim in the actual story, but whatever. There's a few important things you must know:

1. This is not completely like the movie. I am writing everything while watching the movie, so any differences or lines being skipped are on purpose, not a mistake

2. Tallest doesn't mean ruler in this story. It's the equivalent of 'Sir' for Irkens, just, since Irkens do a lot of judging on height, it's to do with how tall you are. Plus, there may be many Tallests out there, but it doesn't mean they literally are the Tallest, it's just... they're tall...

3. The storyline is the same

4. If you haven't watched Sherlock Holmes (the 2009 film) go watch it and come back. Major spoilers in this story

5. I've made Zim and Dib extra-tall in this one, to make life easy for myself. Dib is full grown and about a foot smaller then the Tallest (I personally have a theory that humans are about a foot shorter then Red and Purple) and Zim is about an inch shorter then Dib. How does this make my life easy? Well, one of the Tallest plays a crucial part in this story, and I guess I just don't like describing how Zim and Dib climb on top of random stuff to come face-to-face with the Tallest, so yeah...

6. Humans and Irkens are not only allies, but at peace... I sound like Oogway from Kung Fu Panda... hmmmm... bad sign...

7. The only proper couples are ZATR (Zim and Tak) and Dib x OC (I was thinking about using Tenn, but I guess I am a bit OC prone. The OC plays as Mary, btw)

8. I SPENT 3 DARNED HOURS ON THE FIRST 1,831 WORDS! WHAT'S THAT ALL ABOUT?! THAT'S ONLY 5 MINS 27 SECS IN THE MOVIE! THE MOVIE IS 2 HOURS LONG! THERE GOES MY HOLIDAY! ARGH!

9. No flames... I shall ignore them... cuz your wasting your own time writing the pointless things, so yeah

10. SHERLOCK HOLMES ROCKS!

11. SO DOES ZIM!

Ok... *clears throat* here's the story

The gloomy street stayed silent. Once a place for old and lost land-transportation, the tarmac was no longer used but kept where it was simply because this was an aged area, the buildings hundreds of years old, still standing and deserted. Well, it wasn't really deserted. Not tonight.

Overhead was the murmur of ships passing over, all black and much larger then a voot cruiser. The smooth metal outside the ships shone marvellously under the glow of the almost full moon as they sped over the old city. Inside the ship at the back of the group, a rather small Irken with large but serious purple eyes was driving it, his antennae pricked. Behind him was some sort of a little 'room' in the back of the ship, like the kind used to transport criminals to jail, with two seats facing each other were. In one of the seats a human, with black hair - jelled to look light some sort of lightning bolt - brown eyes and glasses, sat, staring worriedly at the Irken opposite him. The Irken was holding a black, long gun, and as he pressed a round green button on it, his dark blue eyes looked up at the human opposite him, giving him a hint to do the same. Ready the gun, the human thought as he did so with his small gun, which he had been fiddling with since they had set off.

Outside, on the streets, a silhouette was running as fast as it could, in the same direction as the ship was heading, by the looks of it. It turned a corner and carried on running. Its legs were thin and seemed to look prone to tripping, but the shadow was running faster than you would predict it to. Feet hammering on the street, it ran. Faster, Faster. Almost there...

It turned again, this time slipping a bit, but he quickly corrected itself and ran on.

Back in the back of the ship, next to the human, were a number of Irken and human police, who seemed to be more nervous than any of the others. No one had come to this place for years.

Run, run. Right. He was in the perfect place. The old human building had some sort of roof outside, hanging over the pathway. No one should see him, and he wouldn't attract any attention. Without warning, metal legs seemed to grow out of the shadow's back. PAK legs. They certainly helped him, and he tripled in speed, jumping over anything in his way.

Finally, after a high jump to the floor, the shadow stopped, and his PAK legs went back into their hiding place. There was a faint light outside, and you could see that the shadow was an Irken. His pinkish-red eyes open and alert, he turned to face the building. There was a wooden door, and the Irken grabbed it, pulling as hard as he could to open it. It opened with ease, and he kicked open a gate behind the door. Stupid villain, he hadn't locked the doors.

Running inside, the Irken seemed to be overlooking a stairway. Going down one flight of stairs, he was soon stopped. A light had caught his eye, and some human was holding a flashlight, his brown hair and blue eyes barely noticeable. The Irken backed away and listened while the human was making his way towards him.

Human, male, clearly a confused idiot, the Irken thought, first point of attack: hit his right ear to stun the hairless ape, then grab his neck, paralyse vocal cords so he can't scream, three: punch him right under the ribs, they're sensitive there, and four: grab his left leg and hit him on his kneecap, chance of him getting up from it and following me, or reporting on my entry into the building: unlikely. Amazingly unlikely.

Footsteps came closer and closer, and the Irken readied himself. The human turned a corner, facing the green alien. CRASH, a hand covered by a plastic glove smashed into his head, three claws behind the rubber threatening to claw him to death. Two fingers grabbed his throat, and as he was about to scream out of pain, something wasn't allowing him to do so. Three fingers in a cone shape hit him somewhere in-between his stomach and ribs. A sickening feeling overwhelmed him. A horrible crunch came from his left knee, and he fell to the floor, not too sure which pain to focus on out of the four spots.

Nice hat, the Irken thought, eying the black top-hat the human had on his head. He grabbed it as the human fell backwards, seeming to be fainting out of shock, and popped it on his head before running off, down the circling stairs.

In a room, only lit by four huge candles, there was a strange rock-bed, where some human girl was lying, her eyes rolling around, as if she was looking for something to look at, and her body moving oddly like it was trying to get comfortable on the hard, flat bed. Standing over her head was a tall person wearing a long, flowing red garment, with a hood that covered the person's face as he chanted words that seemed to be in some ancient language.

In that same room, high from the ground, was a sort of 'window' with no glass that simply looked into a hallway. There, standing with arms folded, was the Irken, his eyes more disturbed and curious then concerned as he gazed down at the odd spectacle. Glancing to the side, he saw several humans and Irkens standing at the side. Hmph, his got fans, the Irken stared at the strangers who didn't seem to be playing any part in this... 'ceremony'. As he looked back, the man in the red clock had moved away from the girl, standing a few metres away from her. Odd...

A hand grabbed his shoulder. Turning around, the Irken saw a small human with an angry gaze. Clearly another follower. The little human was just about to give his first punch, but an arm went around his neck and squeezed tight. It was that human in the ship. The Irken grabbed his attacker's nose and held it tight, hoping to stop the short human's breathing. He fought back, grabbing the taller human's arms and trying to pull them off.

"What's with the hat?" the human holding the attacker asked.

"Oh, just picked it up," the Irken answered, still holding the human's nose.

"You remember your gun?" the human asked irritably, as if he predicted the answer.

"Ah, knew I forgot something..." the Irken said simply.

The attacker's eyes started closing and he went limp.

"I think that's about it, you are a doctor, let go of the filthy small human," the Irken let the human's nose go. The other human let the attacker fall to the floor, and straightened up, being reminded of his job certainly did make him more self-aware. "Oh yeah, it's nice to see you Dib," the Irken remembered his manners, not that he really cared if he said please or thank you, but he shook his friends hand nevertheless, knowing that Dib was the more sensible one of the two and did this human gesture often.

Dib simply gave a lazy, somewhat fake, smile - he was probably still bugged at the Irken for forgetting his gun. The Irken took off his hat and looked back down at the girl on the bed.

"Where's the inspector?" He asked.

"Getting his troops lined up," Dib said plainly, following the Irken's gaze to the bed.

"Good, very good," the Irken turned around and rushed down the stairs, Dib following him. They came to where the several men and Irkens were standing. Both Dib and the Irken immediately divided, fighting off the group. Dib had a much more 'punch, keep going' fighting style then the Irken, who was certainly showing off all the moves he had, tripping some and often delivering more than one blow. Dib would simply try to punch once and get through the obstacle as fast as he could, though a few of the men kept him busy.

The tall person standing on the other side of the room muttered something and turned around, walking back to the bed. He carried on chanting.

More Irkens and men were arriving, trying to stop the two intruders. Dib was trying to fight off one other human, who was causing him some trouble, as an Irken walked towards him and fired a gun a few metres away from him. A purple flame flew through the air, aiming for his head, but, just in time, he ducked, and it smashed into the human he was fighting against. The human fell to the floor and the purple flame melted into his skull. Bad sight. Ew...

Chanting from the unknown person continued and the girl on the bed grabbed a knife that was placed beside her.

The Irken smashed two clubs onto a human's head and he fell to the floor, knocked out. Looking up, he saw Dib motion with his eyes to the centre of the room.

She lifted the knife, higher and higher.

Dib was still busy fighting off the crowd of attackers and after knocking an Irken out, he pointed his small gun at the person chanting.

The knife was over her neck now, and she was about stab herself right there and then. But something grabbed her arm, stopping her. It was the Irken that was fighting alongside Dib. The girl started to shake and a gust of wind blew out the candles surrounding her. The chanter didn't seem to notice, but, at the fact he'd stopped chanting, he certainly did know what had happened. The Irken held out his clubs to defend himself. The chanter didn't move, his face still hidden.

"Zim," the chanter named the Irken in a whisper draped in silent anger. Zim lowered his clubs as he stared at the tall chanter in front of him. "And his dog," the chanter added, not turning around to face Dib, though obliviously talking about him, "tell me doctor, as a medical man, have you enjoyed my work?" he asked Dib.

"Let me show you how much I've enjoyed it," Dib picked up a long wooden stick and walked towards him, ready to hit it against the chanter's head.

"Dib!" Zim held out his club, stopping Dib from coming any closer. When Dib stopped, he spotted a thin, long, piece of glass, a sort of wannabe sword, right in front of him. Had he taken another step, it would it stabbed him in the chest, and even if it had smashed, it wouldn't be a wise thing to do. The chanter was holding it tightly.

"How did you see that?" Dib asked, confused.

"Idiot. I was looking for it," Zim smashed his clubs on the glass to make it shatter. Holding his gun right up to the chanter, Dib waited for Zim to grab the man's hood and pull it back. Once Zim did, both of their eyes grew big.

"Tallest Red..." Dib seemed slightly confused as he said the chanter's name, but didn't allow his gun to move away from the high-status Irken.

His red eyes looking sideways, the Tallest noticed Zim's flabbergasted expression, and a trace of a smile appeared on his face. He looked back at Dib.

"You seem surprised," the tall Irken commented, his eyes narrowing.

"Dib-boy," Zim called his friend by the name Zim normally used in arguments with the human, "Help the girl."

"I like your thinking," Dib said in a sour tone, as he walked towards the bed, giving Red a blow to his head with his stick. Zim watched without objection, giving of a little chuckle.

"Whoa, I'd leave that alone if I were you," came a voice behind Zim. Turning around, he could see an Irken (his uniform suggesting he was an inspector) towering over one of the human followers of Red. The Irken inspector held out a gun at the human on the floor, "Drop it," he motioned to the gun the human was holding. The quivering man let his gun fall to the floor, staring up at the Irken, "good Lad," the inspector smiled. Irken and human police were coming into the room, putting handcuffs onto Red's followers on the floor.

"Amazing timing, Flint," Zim called out at the inspector. Looking up, the Irken inspector's eyes grew wide and had a glare of anger in them. "We've fixed everything here, just need your help to clean up the mess."

There was a slight awkward pause.

"This girl needs the hospital immediately," Dib called out.

"Put her at the back of the ship," Flint, the inspector, ordered two of the policemen. Another Irken policeman went up to Red and put him in some handcuffs, though seemed to be put on edge when Red gave him a warning glare. Flint rolled his eyes as the policeman took a step back warily, "Get the criminal out of my sight," Flint gave another order. The Irken policeman took a step closer to Red, though shaking as all those stories and rumours about Red zoomed through his mind. Giving Red a little push, the policeman got the tall Irken to start walking out of the room, and he strangely wasn't protesting as he was forced out. Turning to face Zim, who had positioned himself next to the inspector, Flint narrowed his eyes menacingly, "You were supposed to wait for my orders."

Zim cleared his throat, "If I had followed your brainless plan, then you would be cleaning up that girl's corpse," Flint thought about the point he was making, but he refused to completely agree with the shorter Irken.

"Well," Flint tried to sound positive, "Earth will breathe a sigh of relief, at least."

"Thanks to ZIM," Zim emphasised his own name with pride.

"Gentlemen," a voice called out at the two Irkens. Looking to the side, both of them saw a human holding a large black camera in his hands, "Cheese!"

Oh goodness...

I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM OR SHERLOCK HOLMES AND GAIN NO MONEY FROM WRITING THIS STORY.

Disclaimers... pfft...

Well, I introduced my first quite major OC, Flint, who is so much fun to write =D he's just a totally different character compared with most of the characters I write about... review plzzzz :)

Time in movie: 6 minutes 41 secounds

Words (the ones in the actual story): 2,362