I'm not sure. If you google "cold case virtual season 8", you might be able to find it, if it's still up. You can also go to kathrynmorris.co.uk and contact the webmaster. They might still be in touch with the person who ran it.
Not that many ended up being posted. I put up the first two and there were maybe two or three beyond that. If you want to see the ones I wrote ("The Wall" and "The Company"), they're on fanfiction.net. I think a whole season might've been biting off a bit more than a bunch of amateur writers could chew, especially for someone like me, who considered himself a good writer, but is a very LAZY writer and can go weeks or even months between posting chapters.
I did have a couple of long-term story arcs planned that those two stories hinted at, if you'd care to know what they were.

Hey t_smitts! Do you know what happened to the "Virtual Season 8" web that was set a few years ago? Was it taken down?

It's good if you have some other suspects you really thought could be the doer. I'm well aware of the show's many tropes, including the "best friend doer" and the pretending-not-to-care doer, but I thought it was a good fit here.
In case you didn't know, the case is is based on a real experiment:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanford_prison_experiment
Like the experiment in the story, it had to be cut short after guard engaged in cruel behavior (though nobody died) and the professor running it wasn't as nearly as irresponsible as Hatcher is shown as being here.

i read everything..well, first of all congratulations great job!
Some things:

1. I was sure Jake had something to do the moment you introduced him; i was afraid he was going to be the killer but fortunately you decided otherwise
2. I was also afraid of the old "professor kills the student cause he turned against him" topic, but fortunately it went otherwise
3. I suspected Shirley all along, and this is the only weakness of your story.It was an other cold case topic: when somebody says he doesn't care about something (shirley about the experiment), he/she really cares and turns out to be the killer..and
   Waiting for your answer..good job!!

Jake kept his eyes on the table, not looking up at first, when Lilly and Jeffries walked into the interview room.
"You left an important part of your story out, Jake." Jeffries said.
"You already knew that Ben signed up for that experiment," Lilly said, giving him a cool look, "because you signed up for it too."
Ben looked up at the two detectives for a moment before hanging his head again.
"Yeah, I did," he said, softly.
"So you come in here with some story about finding a flyer when you were cleaning out his things." Lilly said.
Jake looked at her and shook his head. "That wasn't a story."
"And you didn't think to mention that you were there?" Lilly asked, sounding more skeptical. "Didn't think we'd find out that you and your best friend were at each other's throats?"
Jake narrowed his eyes. "That was me at my worst. Is that something you'd want to spend a lot of time thinking about?" He sighed. "I just wanted to forget the whole thing, pretend it never happened, and after forty-some-odd years, I'd gotten pretty damn good at it. Then one day, I saw that flyer, and I just couldn't anymore."

In the adjacent interview room, Scotty and Vera glared across the table at Professor Hatcher, who was trying to keep his composure.
"You have a lot of nerve, dragging me in here like this," Hatcher said, with forced indignation in his voice.
"You tell us one more lie, you're gonna find out just how much nerve we have," Scotty said, impatiently.
"What are you talking about?"
"The line you sold us about shutting down the experiment because of some 'minor altercations?'" Scotty continued. "It was a full-blown riot."
"Not that you were there to see it," Vera said, giving him a condescending look. "Too busy buttering up those donors, right?"
"I told you before I wasn't there."
Vera nodded. "Except for after, when Ben threatened to embarrass you in front of the school and all your rich buddies."
Scotty leaned closer. "He was gonna expose your screw-up, probably cost you your job, and he ends up dead that same night."
Hatcher put his hands up. "No, no! You've got it all wrong!"
Scotty leaned back. "Well, we're just dumb cops. Why don't you explain it for us?"
Hatcher looked at the two detectives nervously

"So what happened, Jake?" Lilly asked with a shrug. "You come in here, telling us about your friend's murder, but you can't bring yourself to tell us about your part in it?"
"Maybe because of something you did?" Jeffries said, leaning closer.
Jake looked at him. "I didn't hurt Ben."
"You're telling me you didn't care about him pummeling you like that?" Lilly asked. "Or about being enemies that whole time?"
Jake shook his head. "
We all lost ourselves in that place,
but Ben was the first one of us to come to his senses. Not only that, but he was the one who saved us from it"

("White Room" Cream)
Sitting the reception room at the rear of the building, Jake lifted the ice pack from his face as he heard voices in the adjacent room.
Professor Hatcher and Dean Patterson, both still wearing suits from the upscale event they'd come from, looked uneasily at the row of volunteers, some in prisoner uniforms, some in guard uniforms, including Darren and Carter, sat against the wall of the main room, outside the cells. Most were nursing various injuries, with the grad students nervously tending to them.
"Broken arms, broken wrists, broken ribs, and that's just what I've seen so far." Ben looked up at Hatcher. "This is what was going on while you were at some fancy party with a bunch of rich donors."
Dean Patterson put a hand up to his head. "Oh, my God. This is a mess."
Hatcher looked over to the corner of the room, where Albert was propped up in a chair, while a grad student cleaned dried blood from the wound on the side of his head. Looking dazed, Albert didn't seem to notice.
"What's wrong with Number Three?" Hatcher asked, looking increasingly uncomfortable.
"His name is Albert," Ben snapped, "and I think he has a concussion."
Hatcher shook his head. "I left you in charge here. You were supposed to keep the peace. That's what a guard does."
Ben stepped closer to Hatcher, his eyes narrowing. "Don't you try to put this on me, not after what you've been doing."
Hatcher tried to keep his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Your grad students filled me in. All those questions and evaluations you had us take at the start? You didn't make me head guard because you thought I was fair. You did it because you knew the older guys would be resentful and I'd have more to prove. You told Jake to find ways to stir up trouble whenever he could. You also had your students plant that contraband in Albert's cell to see how I'd react." A hint of regret was visible on Ben's face as he said this. "You're like some kid shaking up his ant farm to see what they do."
Hatcher shrugged. "I told you this would be a working prison. Real prison guards have to deal with unexpected situations all the time."
"They don't have to deal with the w

Albert's eyes darted nervously around the interview room, as Vera and Kat sat across the table.
"Not a fan of closed-in spaces, are you, Albert?" Vera said, giving him a dull look.
Albert didn't answer.
"If this is bad, I can only imagine how bad it was inside that furnace," Kat said, looking at him intently.
"You were real helpful, giving us all those old files," Vera said. "I guess you figured, if anyone ever knocks on your door, you can just give 'em some old papers, make yourself look good, get 'em looking at someone else."
"No no," Albert said, seeming to shrink in his chair.
"I can understand you wanting to get back at Ben, after what he did." Kat said, her tone softening a bit.
Albert shook his head weakly. "I didn't do that."
"Come on, Albert," Vera said, sounding more skeptical. "The guy puts you in that box, makes you live you worst nightmare, and you're telling me you didn't want any payback?"
"No one would blame you." Kat continued. "Any normal person-"
"Normal?" Albert said, looking at her incredulously, finally showing a bit of energy. "
There was nothing normal about anything that happened there!
It was just supposed to be some silly experiment we took part in for a few easy bucks. That's it! But somewhere along the line, it started bringing out the worst in all of us." Albert sighed and looked down. "I can't blame Ben for that."
Vera just stared. "You figure that out before or after Ben died?"
Albert looked up and glared at Vera. "Look, there was payback, but I wasn't the one who delivered it"

("All Along the Watchtower" Jimi Hendrix)
Sitting alone at the table in the corner of the prison mess hall, Albert looked up from his lunch tray to look around at the other prisoners eating and the guards standing over them. One of them was Ben, apparently having started early, as some guards did to earn some extra pay. Ben turned his gaze over towards Albert for a moment, before quickly looking away. For a moment, Albert thought he saw a flash of guilt on the young man's face.
Lifting up a fork full of food from the tray in front of him, he found his hand shaking. He looked at it for a moment, his breathing growing heavier, then put the fork down and shoved the tray of food away. It was the first time in ages that he'd lost his appetite.
He sat there in silence for a moment before Carter, carrying his own tray, walked over and sat down across from him at the table.
"What do you want?" Albert asked, scowling at him.
"Hey, man, I thought we were friends." Carter said, quietly, not betraying any emotions.
"Friends?" Albert asked. "I didn't put that stuff in my cell. They were just punishing me to get to you guys."
"I know," Carter said with a sigh. "Look, I swear I don't know who put that stuff in there, but that's not important now. Number Twelve asked me to deliver a message."
"And why can't he deliver it himself?" Albert asked skeptically.
"Cause our head guard's watchin' him like a hawk." Carter said, quietly. "He said it ain't right what they did to you, and it's time for a little payback."
Albert's face went slack. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about fightin' back, givin' them a taste of their own medicine, for every shove, every swing of their nightstick, and especially for what they did to you."
Albert stared for a moment, then shook his head. "That's crazy. The guards'll tear us apart if we go after them."
Carter shook his head. "They can't stop all of us, not if we all move at the same time." A slight smirk appeared on Carter's face. "Besides, Number Twelve said he's got an ace in the hole."
"What's that?"
"Secret weapon, that's all he told me. Said it's safer the less people who know." Carter leaned closer, "but, listen, I gotta know right now, are you in or out?"
Albert looked down at the table for a moment, then at Ben, across the room. His eyes narrowed.
"I'm in."
Carter gave him a pat on the shoulder.
"So what am I supposed to do?"
Carter picked up his tray, stood up from the table and smiled. "He said someone's gonna be along in a couple of minutes to explain it."
Albert nodded as Carter walked off. Albert looked down at his tray for a few minutes, before he noticed someone standing behind him. Turning around, Albert recoiled in shock as he saw Darren Gale standing over him, looking as intimidating as ever. Albert could feel his heart racing, wondering what Darren would do, certain that he had heard everything. Instead, Darren leaned down and whispered into Albert's left ear.
"Dinner finishes at exactly eight o'clock tonight. When you see that time on the clock on the wall, that's when I'll step away, and that's when you target the closest guard. Got it?"
Shocked, Albert could only nod.
Nodding back, Darren stood up and looked over at Ben.
"Don't worry. He'll get what's coming to him."
Still stunned, Albert looked down in thought

Vera leaned closer, still not believing what he'd heard.
"You're saying 'No Bail' Gale, a future judge, was helping the prisoners go after the

Vera shook his head. "We seriously looking at a judge for murder? That's playin' with fire."
"And not just any judge," Jeffries said, leaning back in his chair. "'No Bail Gale's probably the toughest guy on the bench, got a reputation as a hanging judge."
Kat nodded "Curtis told me once that even some of the DA's office think he's too harsh sometimes."
"Well, if anyone's gonna stir up that hornet's nest, it'll be me," said Stillman, putting on his coat. "We managed to track down anymore of the volunteers?"
Vera shrugged. "Most of them scattered after graduating. One's in Florida, two are out in California. One of them's a consul in Australia," he said, giving the others an awkward look.
"Well, keep at it," Stillman said. "Someone in this group knows something about Ben's death. We just gotta shake it loose."

Even out of his judicial robes, Judge Gale was a forbidding presence. A tall, severe-looking man, his face seemed to carry a scowl that didn't completely disappear, even when smiling pleasantly, while shaking Stillman's hand.
"Thank you for seeing me, Your Honor." Stillman said as the two walked into the judge's office.
"My pleasure, Lieutenant," Judge Gale responded, still looking cordial as they sat down. "Your reputation precedes you. You've done great work in Homicide. What can I do for you?"
Steeling himself for an uncomfortable conversation, Stillman leaned forward. "Actually, Judge, I wanted to ask you about the murder of Ben Phillips."
The smile faded from Gale's face. "It's been a long time since I heard that name."
"You were both volunteers for the prison experiment Whitman was putting on, both assigned as guards. I hear you really took to the role, badge and all."
"My father was a colonel in the marines. I learned the importance of discipline early on. You break the law, you get punished. I've built a career on that."
"Well, from what we heard, Ben did things a little differently, and the two of you butted heads after they put him in charge. You also told him he should watch out."
Gale glared at Stillman. "What exactly are you asking me, Lieutenant? Did I kill him?"
"He wound up dead not far from the prison." Stillman said, not appearing intimidated.
"Ben and I may have argued, but, hand to God, I never laid a finger on him." Gale looked away. "His girlfriend made sure of that," he muttered under his breath.
"Girlfriend?"
Gale looked back at Stillman and chuckled wistfully. "I wish I could say I was the toughest one in there, but I wasn't"

("Fire" The Crazy World of Arthur Brown)
Ben rushed into the reception room at the entrance to find Darren standing there, arms crossed, and frowning.
"I can't even step away for five minutes to take a call from Professor Hatcher," Ben said. "What happened?"
"It was Number Twelve again." Darren said, giving Ben an unfriendly look. "We decided to check his cell for contraband and he decided to fight back. He almost broke Kaplan's nose."
"Where is he now?"
"We gave him a little lesson in manners and put him in solitary." Darren said, holding up his nightstick. "He can sleep on the floor tonight. It's not just him, though. Half these guys don't listen. We need to make an example out of one of them. What are you gonna do about this?"
"I'll handle it," Ben said, glaring at Darren.
"You keep saying that and nothing ever changes," Darren said, stepping closer to Ben. "That's not good enough anymore. Now, I wanna know what you plan to do to lay down the law around here, otherwise I'm gonna do it for you!"
"Hey!"
Hearing the voice, Ben and Darren turned to see the young woman standing in the doorway, wearing the same uniform they were. The Dean's secretary. A stack of letters and a letter opener in her hand, she walked towards them.
"Is there a problem here?" she asked, giving Darren a hard look.
"No, it's fine." Ben said, stepping back, the tension in his voice easing a bit. "Darren and I were just having a little chat."
"We still need to have a conversation about discipline," Darren said, looking at Ben.
"Well, it sounded to me you just had it," the female guard said, tossing the letters and opener on the nearby desk, and stepping uncomfortably close to Darren, "and Ben said he'd handle it. That should be good enough for you," she leaned in even closer, her gaze hardening, "unless we have a discipline problem right here."
Darren stared at her for a moment, before his gaze shrank and he stepped back. "No," he said, with a hint of nervousness, "no, we don't."
"Good," she said, keeping her gaze on Darren. "Now, isn't it time for you to punch out?"
Darren nodded quietly and stepped out of the room, before stopping and hiding around the edge of the doorway when the other two weren't looking.
Ben put up his hands. "It's not enough I gotta keep the prisoners in line. I gotta put up with him riding me every day too? He's not the only one either. I hear some of the other guys saying the same thing. They say I'm too young, I'm too soft, that I don't know what I'm doing

Guest Starring
Professor Kevin Hatcher (2011):
Standing in the enclosed office area, Dean Patterson frowned as he looked out at the collection of young men gathered in a common area, before turning to Hatcher, who was also watching them.
"I checked over some of the profiles." Patterson asked. "Are you sure these are the ones you want?"
Hatcher nodded confidently. "I'm sure. This shouldn't be too polished. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
Patterson's gaze shifted as his secretary, an attractive young brunette, walked in carrying a stack of papers.
"Sir, I have the orientation forms you asked for," she said to Patterson, before handing Hatcher the forms.
"Thanks, sweetheart," Patterson said, giving her a smirk. As she turned to exit, Patterson gave her a pat on the rear, causing her to flinch. Not letting him see her reaction, she gritted her teeth and walked out.
Hatcher, looking a bit awkward at the display, gestured towards the doorway, and he and Patterson walked out towards the group.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen," Hatcher said, giving the students a smile, keeping a close eye on Ben, who was standing off by the corner. "I'm Professor Hatcher, and this is Dean Patterson. I'm sure you all remember me from our interviews, and I'm sure you have some questions of your own about what we're doing here."
Hatcher began handing out the orientation forms. "I'm sure most, if not all of you, know someone who's questioning the war. I'm sure you know others who say it's a just cause. Why do we respond to authority so differently? What is it that makes one person say 'yes' and another say 'no'? What makes one person follow the rules and another break them?"
"That's what we're going to explore here together. Starting tomorrow, for the next three weeks, this will be a working prison, as far as you're concerned, just like Sing Sing or Alcatraz."
"Most of you will be prisoners." Patterson said. "You'll live like prisoners, eat like prisoners, and have the same restrictions they would. The rest of you will be corrections officers. It'll be your responsibility to keep the peace, and to maintain order."
"But the guards need to be held accountable as well," Hatcher continued. "Someone needs to ensure that they're performing their duties correctly. Someone needs to set the tone for how this place will be run, someone firm but fair."
"Ben Phillips," Hatcher said, walking over to where Ben was standing, "that someone is you."
Ben's eyes widened, "Me? Are you sure?" Ben asked, as Hatcher shook his hand. Some of the other students muttered to themselves, while others, including a taller boy with crew cut hair, just stared disapprovingly.
"Absolutely," Hatcher said. "I know you won't disappoint me."
Ben could only nod nervously

"It was a controversial choice," Hatcher said, "but I was confident that Ben would rise to the occasion."
"Well, from what we hear, things didn't go according to plan, and you ended up pulling the plug." Scotty said.
"It's not quite as dramatic as it sounds. There were some minor altercations between the prisoners and the guards, not much worse than a few bloody noses, but we decided the responsible thing to do was to end the experiment before things had a chance to get serious"
"Was Ben involved any of these 'minor altercations'?" asked Vera, looking somewhat dubious.
"Not that I saw, but I" Hatcher trailed off, suddenly looking uncomfortable.
"But?" Scotty asked, pointedly.
The older man sighed. "Look, I know how this sounds, but I wasn't physically present for most of the experiment."
"Then where the hell were you?" Vera asked.
"Buttering up our benefactors, teaching my class, writing papers," Hatcher shrugged. "Time just seemed to get away from me."
"So you had a bunch of students playing cops and robbers and no one was even watching them?" Scotty asked, his dislike of the professor becoming more evident.
"It wasn't quite that anarchic," Hatcher said, putting up his hands. "I had a team of grad students observing everything from separate rooms. They knew if anything serious happened, I was just a phone call away."
"You remember any of the students that signed up for this?" Scotty asked.
"It was over four decades ago," Hatcher said. "It's possible there's still some paperwork in the archives, but I heard a lot of things got thrown out over the years."
"Right," Vera said, still looking dubious as he and Scotty stood up. "Anyway, stay reachable. We might be back for another lecture."
"Look, I know I should've been there more often," Hatcher said, "I was so busy trying to promote the work we were doing, I barely bothered to actually do it. I've been trying to live it down for forty-three years."
Scotty gave the professor an uninterested look. "Yeah, well, that's forty-three years that Ben didn't have."

Dressed in a park ranger's uniform, the slightly pudgy, mustached older man, whose name tag read ROONEY, turned back to give Lilly and Scotty a friendly smile as they walked down the hill trail towards th