A/N: Hooray! Birthday! *Makes a cake* *Hangs streamers* *Dons party hat*
Hooray! Crack-fic! *Eats a piece of cake* *Throws confetti* *Dances*
"What is that?!" exclaimed Holmes, pointing to the sleeping figure slumped across the settee in their sitting room. The detective and his Boswell had been out investigating late into the night (or early morning, rather). It was now nearly two in the morning, so Mrs. Hudson, being a sane human being, had gone to bed. The only light came from the dying fire, so it was impossible to tell if the intruder was male or female.
It proved to be the latter. They heard a small "mmrph?" from the girl. CJN, being a light sleeper, had snapped awake. She sat up quickly, and flushed with embarrassment.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. You two were out for a really long time." She yawned behind her hand and glanced at the clock. "I've been here for a little over four and a half hours now." She rubbed a bit of sleep out of her eyes with one hand and attempted to fix the monstrosity which was her hair with the other.
Watson sighed. "CJ, you need to stop showing up here unannounced like that. One of these days you'll give one or both of us cardiac arrest."
"I just wanted to get Mr. Holmes a birthday present. I would have made a cake, but my skills in the kitchen are..." She cringed. "Not great. So then I tried to write up a wonderful case for you two to solve, with lots of interesting features and very little angst. Unfortunately, that didn't really work out." Deciding the hair deciding a lost cause, she moved on to her rumpled shirt. "Then I tried to sketch something, but that didn't really work either, and I ran out of time!"
CJ shrugged apologetically. "So, I just got you a card." She then proceeded to fish said card out of the back pocket of her jeans. It was a generic looking and very crumpled store-bought card, and the girl tried in vain to smooth the corners before handing it to Holmes.
Holmes took the card an glanced down at it before saying, "Erm, thank you, CJ," a little awkwardly.
"You're welcome," she said, totally unaware of his unease, and stood up and stretched. "Well, I should probably go home now..."
And promptly vanished on the spot.
Watson ran a hand through his hair. "I wish she wouldn't do that all the time. We do have a door."
Holmes shook his head. "I will never understand women. Or writers," he added as an afterthought.
"Believe me, Holmes, I've noticed." said Watson.
Somewhere an indeterminable distance away, CJN decided that falling asleep while writing was definitely not the best course of action.
A/N: Don't make fun! It was a beautiful card.
Was being the operative word in that sentence. I fell asleep on it, remember?
By the way, there's plenty of virtual cake for all reviewers!