When I get chronic writers block and I'm stuck in between several stories...this happens! My muse has gone wild and gave me random deviations from the show's original lines.
First two lines are from the show.
If I owned it, this would be canon, not fanfic!
"I'm pretty sure you could search this flat all day and you wouldn't find anything that you could call recreational." John said confidently.
"John, you might want to shut up now." Sherlock warned him
Just then, Donovan came in the living room carrying a chess board, "What do you call this then?"
"A slow death sentence." John deadpanned.
Anderson came in carrying a Cluedo box, "What about this then?"
"Ha! That might be less boring than chess I suppose." John mused.
A random police officer came in with an X-Box in his hands, "Look what I found!"
"Hey, put that back!" John said in a scolding tone.
"He had Portal one and two in his room as well!" The officer continued.
"What were you doing snooping in my room anyway?" John said hands on his hips.
"According to some one, we wouldn't be able to find anything recreational in this flat!" Anderson said smugly.
"What kind of a drug squad are you?" John asked disbelievingly.
"A volunteered one." Anderson said, oblivious of the sarcasm.
"You need a career change." John told him.
"And a dictionary." Sherlock added.
And...there's gonna be more for this episode as well! :D