This is my NaNoWriMo story this year, but i thought i'd post it on here too :) It probably won't get to the 50,000 word mark, but hey, its fun to write XD

Decided to post it as i had quite a few things telling me people had heard of Jonathan Creek, so anyone who likes it, read it!


Chapter 1.

"I still don't know why I have to do this!" moaned Jonathan, as he pulled on a black suit jacket. "She's your friend; I don't even know who she is!"

"Oh stop moaning!" called Maddie from the bathroom, where she was fixing her hair. "You're coming along because I said so, okay? So just face facts and get on with it!" She continued, coming out of the bathroom, and caught sight of Jonathan. "You cannot go out like that." She stated.

"Why, what's wrong?" he asked, a little confused.

"Your hair! We have to do something about it!" she replied, pulling out a comb, and proceeded to attack his hair with it.

"OW! OWWW! You're pulling my hair out!" he shouted, and grabbed the comb off of her. "I'll do it myself!" he said, and began to comb his hair, much lightly than Maddie had been a few seconds before.

"You are SUCH a baby, Jonathan Creek!"

"Am not!"

"You are! And you can put that down!" she added, pointing towards the duffel coat Jonathan had just picked up. "You can leave that thing at home for once!"


"No buts, just leave it! Hurry up, we'd better get going! I don't want to be late!" she continues, walking back into the bathroom, holding a lipstick.

"We will be anyway, with your crappy navigational skills…" he mumbled, trying to attach a corsage to his suit pocket.

"What was that?" she asked from the bathroom.


Meanwhile, in a small room, a woman is getting ready. She has a long, white wedding dress on, and a girl is doing her hair. A man walks in, and the woman says to the girl "Can you give us a few minutes?"

The girl complies, and leaves the room.

"You know, it's unlucky for the bride to see the groom before the wedding." She says, and the man laughs.

"Stop joking about. Are you all set?"

"Yes. I'm ready."

"Good." Says the man, and turns to leave.

"Oh, could you send the girl back in? I want to look my best for my big performance."

He chuckles. "Sure thing." He says, and leaves the room.

An old, faded red car pulls up outside a church.

"Is this the one?" asks Maddie.

"I think so, yeah."

They turn into the drive and park up. Maddie steps out followed by Jonathan, wearing his duffel coat. She turns to ask him something and stops.

"How did you get that out of the house?" she exclaimed.

"Well, what kind of illusionist would I be if I couldn't make my duffel coat appear?" he chuckled, and in return got a whack on the shoulder from Maddie.

"Give me that here!" she demanded, and reluctantly, he took it off and handed it to her. She snatched it and opened the car door, throwing it in and slamming the door shut again.

"Happy now?" asked Jonathan.

"Not really. Ooh, looks like everyone's arriving, we'd better go in!" she said, and dragged Jonathan across to the church doors.

They slipped into the church and sat down on a pew.

"Can't believe you dragged me here…" muttered Jonathan, and Maddie glared at him. "What?"

"We've had this conversation, you're here because I said you are. Now shut up, the bride's going to be here any minute now."

A bright white car traveled down the small road, and turned into the church. It parked up, and the woman stepped out. She had bouquet of blood red roses, and her bridesmaids were wearing matching red dresses, but with white roses. Together, they walked up to the church doors.

Organ music started to play.

"Ooh, here comes the bride!" whispered Maddie excitedly. Jonathan sighed. Was she going to be like this all day?

The bride entered the church, and began to walk down the aisle.

"Her dress is so beautiful!" said Maddie enviously.

As she walked down aisle, there were gasps from people and whispers of how pretty she looked. She was halfway up the aisle when there was a deafening BANG and she fell forwards. The organ music stopped and someone rushed to her side, only to scream. Jonathan and Maddie stood up, and craned their necks to see what was going on.

There was now a gigantic huddle around the collapsed bride, and the groom was on the outside, trying to get in. He pushed his way towards the front, and knelt beside her, shaking her, asking her to wake up. When he took his hands away, he were covered in a red stain. He looked stunned, and then worried, and turned her over, so she was facing upwards, only to find, to his horror, a big, red stain advancing down her dress, coming from a wound in her chest. She had been shot.

One man from the back of the huddle stepped back.

"I'm going for help!" he shouted, and ran to the driveway of the church, frantically searching for his mobile.

Minutes past, and the group waited nervously for any signs of help.

Suddenly, the man ran back in.

"The ambulance is on its way!"

More minutes past. The tension in the room was high, and getting higher by the minute. It was almost at breaking point when-

Sirens blared, and a team of people ran in, carrying a stretcher. They place it on the floor, and one man stepped forwards. He felt the woman's neck for a pulse, and shook his head.

"Nooooooo!" the groom's screams of terror and emotion echoed throughout the church. She was gone. His precious love was gone.

"Call the police." One of the men said, and a member of the ambulance team complied.

"Why call the police?" asked a small woman.

"Because this young lady is dead, and it was certainly no accident."

"What are you saying?" she asked.

"I'm saying it was murder."