Sherlock Holmes' Most Important Case
Or – The Great Case of the Bunny and the Handcuffs
Summary: This is Sherlock Holmes' most important case yet, one that is of great personal importance. Involving a cute bunny, a pair of crazy sisters and two pairs of handcuffs. Crackfic!
'OH MY GOD!' exclaimed my little sister. 'There's an advert in that window for a bunny rabbit!'
'Awwwwwwwwwwwww! I want it. Can we get it? Please? Pretty, pretty please?' I turned my super power puppy eyes on her. 'I've been wanting a cute ickle bunny wabit for ages!'
'I'll try, but the advert only says that someone has found a rabbit, not what it looks like. We can't just walk in and demand to take it home with us if we can't even describe it correctly.'
I started jumping up and down in excitement, hardly able to contain my glee. 'I know who we can ask for help!'
'Who?!'
'Sherlock!'
'Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes? As in the crazy, slightly sociopathic, drop dead gorgeous genius who is unfortunately lusting after the completely oblivious Dr John Watson and is the world's only consulting detective? That Sherlock?
'Yes!' I sighed exasperatedly. 'That Sherlock.'
'Why?'
'Well, as you so eloquently put it, he's a fucking genius who can tell an airplane pilot by his left thumb, so it will be very easy for him to deduce what the bunny is like by the shopkeeper's clothes.'
'Oh, cool.' My sister's broad grin faded somewhat. 'But how do we repay Sherlock? You can't just ask him to get the bunny for us without giving something in return. And no, not what you're thinking. He has already been offered that many times and he has already said no. He's crazy for John you doufus!' she exclaimed as she slapped me round the back of my head.
'Ow, ow, okay I'm sorry, my mind's out the gutter now.'
'It never is!' she scoffed.
'Yeah, yeah, whatever. The question is; what can we get him?'
Her grin changed, teetering on the one that I recognised as her I've-got-an-awesome-plan-that-is-insane-but-just-m ight-work grin. She leaned in and whispered her idea in my ear.
'Aha! That just might do it!' I exclaimed.
In a stroke of good fortune (or just really good timing) Sherlock Holmes himself walked past us.
'Excuse me Sherlock, but we were wondering if we may put a proposition to you?'
He sighed, 'Hello again Ladies. You wish for me deduce the size and colour of that rabbit that is advertised in the window behind you by observing the shopkeeper. Correct?'
'As usual spot-on and completely brilliant.'
'What do I get in return?'
'Well,' my sister leaned in and whispered her epic idea into his ear.
Sherlock straightened, looking between as though checking for any lie in our faces. 'It can be done?'
'Of course.'
'Deal!' He shook our hands and strode into the shop. Ten minutes later, he walked out, the most adorable ball of fluff in his arms. It was grey, with floppy ears and at the size of a small dog, was falling out of Sherlock's arms.
'Aww, thanks. Give us an hour, tops, then go home.'
'Lovely doing business with you Ladies.'
'Likewise, Mr Holmes.'
An hour later saw Sherlock walk up the steps of 221b Baker Street, shout a hello to Mrs Hudson, shuck his coat, throwing it haphazardly on the couch and stride into his bedroom. His breath caught and his trousers began to feel too tight as he took in the beautiful sight before him. 'I love those sisters,' he thought to himself before turning his attention back to the very erotic sight of Captain John Watson MD handcuffed to his bed; butt naked.
AN: This, as usual is the product of a discussion between myself and my sister, this time on the way to school, where we past a Found sign for a rabbit that inspired me to say we could ask Sherlock to deduce what it looked like in order to get it and what his reward would be for doing so.
