I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK.
"Shall we play a game?"
"That's a terrible idea, Sherlock."
"We haven't got much choice. I have no cases and everything is awfully dull."
"I know."
"Well then."
"There must be different options."
"Name one."
"Your emails have piled up. You could look through them."
"Haha."
"I'm being serious, Sherlock."
"Yesterday I got an email asking for my help finding an old spoon that someone's grandma was apparently devastated to lose."
"Maybe it was an important spoon. You never know."
"A spoon, John. There's only so far that a sentimental attachment can go."
"I won't play a game with you."
"But everything is so boring, John!"
"..Didn't I- Mrs Hudson take all the board games?"
"I appreciate your efforts to stop me from playing it, but I regret to inform you that they are in fact still on the shelf. Along with the wrong rules."
"Can we forget about the rules for now?"
"I'm telling you, the rules are wrong."
"Fine. Fine. Let's play a game."
"Brilliant! I'll go get Cluedo!"
A/N: Hopefully this was a good fanfic. I'm not sure I can say the fanfictions I post will improve, but they won't all just be dialogue. Hopefully.
Well, thank you for reading. Please review.
