Pilot - Chapter 0: A Study in Pink Lace
Author's Notes: Hey guys, this is my first investigation fan-fiction. I had this idea for a while, but never was able to fully process it until now. Basically, "CSI Equestria" is all of the ponies in Equestria that work in Canterlot's Crime investigation Facility. This specific story is about the tale of Sherlock Hooves and his partner Dr. Colt J. Watson. If this ever gets popular, I will write more Sherlock chapters and if I get even more requests. I can also begin writing stories about other cross over investigators. I hope you enjoy this pilot chapter
Pilot- Chapter 0: A study in Pink Lace
By Jonathan Chung Nguyen
"Mr. Watson, I'm general concern about your habits lately. Are you sure nothing is bothering you?", asks his therapist.
"How is your journal coming along?"
It was early noon in the therapist's office. The room was covered with elegant wallpapers and other calming decorations and nix knacks. Celestia's sun was shining brightly through the windows and lightning up the room. Dr. Colt J. Watson was comfortable sitting on a long sofa near his patience doctor. His eyes looking directing into the therapist as his lips open to give a response.
"Well I'm doing fairly well thank you", he replies adjusting in his seat.
"Heh, you hadn't written a single word haven't you?"
"And you think I have trust issues."
"And you can read my writing upside down", adjusting his clipboard on his lap.
"John, I know you were a royal guard, but your going to have to adjust to civilian life."
Mr. Watson only just sat there silently. Shifting his chin on his hoof in a comfortable position as he stared back at his therapist. Giving off a small awkward grin.
"I really like if you don't call me John please."
"You see what I mean?", his therapist leaning in closer to Mr. Watson and giving him direct eye contact.
"Writing a journal about your day you to will honesty help you adjust to your new life, Mr. Watson."
Mr. Watson was about to respond, until suddenly the door opens behind them. A colt walks in with a tea set and the daily newspaper while noticing the two.
"Oh I'm sorry Fritz, I didn't think you had a patient today", says the pony as he took a seat near the two.
"Well Bones, I'm usually not busy, but Mr. Watson here is a special case as you can see."
"Heh, here I though Rarity was your only "special" case", Bones giving the therapist a nudge.
"Dummkopf", retorts Fritz as he drinks some tea from the table to calm himself down.
"Oh Mr. Watson I don't believe you met Bones here. He's a Doctor from Manehattan."
"Hello Doctor", Watson replies as both Doctors shook each others hooves.
"I hear your a fine Doctor yourself Mr. Watson, may I ask what field you excelled in?"
"I use to help the recovery of royal guards, or on the battlefield to heal the wounded."
"Ah quite the kinsman I see. Tell me Mr. Watson, how are you liking Canterlot so far?"
"Not quite the paradise, but I wouldn't really want to be anywhere else. For the moment I don't have a place to stay at unfortunately", he says as he shifts in his seat
"I see, I haven't been to Canterlot, so I don't really have any say in this matter."
The three doctors sat silently in their chairs comfortable. Fritz was passing and pouring tea for everypony in the room. Mr. Watson gave out a silently sigh as the time slowly passed inside the office. He really only visited Canterlot once before going to Doctor Fritz's office for therapy. He didn't really have a place to stay in Canterlot.
"Well Mr. Watson, I have a little proposition for you", says Bones grabbing Mr. Watson's attention.
"I'm assuming you hadn't decided on a home yet, correct Mr. Watson?"
"Yes, the prices in Canterlot are overwhelming high this season", Mr. Watson replies having a sip of tea.
"Quite, well you see I have an old acquaintance in Canterlot with a with a flat you could possible split with. His names is Sherlock Hooves, he's been looking for someone to split his rent with."
"I don't know Doctor, this is quite a difficult choice for me", Mr. Watson answered while he was lost in thought.
"But really... who would want me as a flat mate?"
"Your the second pony who said that to me today", says Bones as he gives a small chuckle.
Setting down his tea, Fritz retorts, "Come on Mr. Watson, it's either my therapy or a normal life in Canterlot."
Mr. Watson head instantly fell as he knew exactly what his answer was. He slowly pulls out some aviators from his guard days and slowly puts it on his face as he glances back at the doctors awaiting his answer.
"I hope he doesn't like to horse around."
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Luna's veil was covering all of Canterlot this night. The town was already sound asleep as several rain clouds began to pour their cold tears over the silent city. On an abandoned street, a mare was walking through the harsh weather as the wind began to pound on the helpless pony. She was walking down the street in a hurry wanting to get out of the rain.
The mare looks up past several clouds to see Luna's night sky. Remembering when it was the last time she ever seen such a beautiful sight, besides herself of course. The rain was damping her mane so she attempted to cover herself with her coat. Suddenly in the distant, a cab rolls along the empty street next to the mare. She enters the awaiting wagon and gives the driver her desired destination.
With the wagon moving along, a sudden croak, a stutter whimpered loudly in a near by abandoned alley. There in the dark alley was a colt huddled in a ball. He just began to stop crying and was sniffling and coughing loudly. Snot from his nose was preventing him from breathing properly in the cold weather while every breathe he took sent out a small misty fog. In his hoof was a vile with several pills that were in a lightly shade of pink.
The colt stares intensely into the vile as the rain was pouring on top of his head. He was breathing erratically and began to twitch quite a bit. He opens the vile with his hoof and slowly slides the pill onto his lips. Then with one gulp, he swallowed the pill whole. His fore-legs began to shiver and shake while his pupils were dilating. Suddenly his body frozen completely as his face fell the floor. He laid their motionlessly while the vile slowly rolled off his hoof. He was dead.
"I just don't understand...", mumbled a mare in front of her interviewer. "He was such a happy colt-friend... we never had any fights or arguments and he generally was never worried because he had me..." She stopped for a moment to begin sobbing again in front of the crowd of newsponies and other journalists.
In another room, Shining Armor and Red Alert were also having a conference with the journalists. Everypony was anxiously awaiting Shining Armor's answer as he trots into the room towards the stand. He adjusts his uniform and clears his throat to begin his speech.
"Now you all know there have been a large amounts of suicides lately... Princess Celestia cannot assist in this investigation because her majesty is currently working on negotiations with nearing countries and will not be present at this moment's notice."
Mummers quickly spread throughout the room as hoof in the back is raised.
"When you mean by investigation, are you implying that this is a serial murder?", asks the journalist.
"No, well... we aren't one hundred percent sure. The evidence from the victim's life shows that each pony lived a normal and peaceful life. This strange clue plus the fact that more and more suicides are occurring forces us to take deeper matters into this incident. We do know though that each victim killed themselves one way or another", explains Shining armor as several ponies in the room were writing notes down.
"So what you believe these are strings of murders?", a pony from the back the room asks.
"Well all of the victims took the same poison found in their system and their bodies were located in absurd or abnormal locations. There has to be someone behind all of this, there is no other logically explanation for what is happening besides that."
Shining Armor suddenly began to walk away from the stand starts to head towards the door. He looks back towards crowd to say, "Until we do find somepony, everypony just please saddle down."
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"Um... Sherlock what are you doing?", asks one the voices outside the hospital room.
Sherlock stopped for a moment, before giving another buck against the dead body laying on the table. The body laid there bleeding silently inside it's black latex coffin. Sherlock was cleaning himself up before he could give the doctor a reply.
"A quick test as one might say. I think I got quite what I wanted", says Sherlock leaving the operating room.
"Sherlock,
