A/N: Just a little silliness, written as a therapeutic technique to improve my mood. If you'd like to improve it even further, leave a review, here or on any of my other stories.
Whatever you do, don't make my fragile mood worse. You DON'T want me in a really bad mood. XD
Sherlock was bored, terribly bored. He was pestering John at his practice, while John was eating dinner at home, and while John was trying to het some much deserved sleep.
In a state of desperation, John posted a notice on his blog. "Attention all criminals and potential criminals: WHERE ARE YOU WHEN WE NEED YOU? Alright, listen up. Will someone please go out and commit a crime that will manage to keep a certain Consulting Detective out of my hair? In order to qualify, the crime has to be well-thought-out, creative, and mysterious.
"Oh, and please do not kill, or otherwise harm, any individual, whether physically, mentally, emotionally, or financially, while committing said crime. I had to specify that, what with my Hippocratic Oath and all.
"I know that leaves you with very limited options, but come on, BE CREATIVE!"
To be fair, John posted it at three o'clock A.M., after being up for three consecutive nights with a sick Rosie. Sherlock thinks he was sleep writing, and has tried some experiments based on that assumption.
John claims, to this very day, that he was framed. By a desperate Mrs. Hudson.
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*Disclaimer: No crimes were committed in writing this story.