"Yoooooooooooooooo!" Pico said as he fell off a building and died. Sherlock fell off a building once, but he didn't die. Since he wasn't dead, Sherlock had to solve Pico's murder, because it was... a murder!
Sherlock was on the scene with John, but Anderson wasn't there because they were in Japan and it was not his division. Or catchphrase. They were in Japan because John wanted to go to Tokyo Con to go to a concert of his favorite band, SHINee, who had a song named after one of his favorite people in the world. They would sing it and Sherlock would never know, because he can't speak Japanese.
Pico was going to perform at that concert, but he fell off a building instead and was not able to anymore. John hoped that the tech crew could create a Pico hologram who would perform instead. John also enjoyed Pico's music, but not as much as SHINee's.
Sherlock was deducing and Iori's Boku Ga Iru was playing because they did not have the rights to play his Normal Deducing Song in Japan. He was gesticulating wildly, as if he was pushing words around in the air. Sherlock obviously thought that he'd been Tony Stark in another life and he was using Jarvis to find out things.
"Go get the people who might be the murderer!" Sherlock said, turning to the man standing next to him. He had on a gray suit and was sporting a stylishly thin mustache guaranteed to impress the ladies. If it didn't, he would have to send it back to the mustache factory, as it was obviously defective. There was a teenage girl in a super-kawaii school girl uniform next to the man. John would have to ask her where she'd gotten it.
"Um, guys, do you think that maybe it's not alright to have a kid on the crime scene," John piped up, nudging his head toward the child who was bent over Pico's dead body.
"No worries, Conan's okay. He loves investigating!" Ran commented, far too cheerfully for someone who had witnessed the untimely death of a J-pop legend.
Just as John was about to reply, the suspects came. Sherlock examined each one, his eyes must have been magnifying glasses because he seemed to see all these tiny details that John never could. However, Sherlock always insisted that John never knew what to look for. To which John would sassily reply, "And I'm not looking for your experiments in the fridge, but I see them anyway."
"It's the one in the middle because he has Scotch tape and some fishing line coming out of his pockets, and it's always Scotch tape and fishing lines." The other man nodded and the young boy looked up at Sherlock, his eyes glowing in admiration.
Sherlock turned his head to the boy, looked him over quickly with his built-in X-ray Sherlock Vision(TM) and said, "You're not a child. Those glasses are obviously fake and only a complete idiot would fall for your diabetes-inducing cutesy act. There's only one group that could have funded the sort of research that could produce these sorts of results. They're a dangerous crime syndicate that I've been researching online. I only agreed to come here and go to that dreadful concert that John wants to go to to get a look at these guys."
Sherlock looked around at everyone and gave a frustrated sigh, clapping his hands and hopping on the balls of his feet, "Taking them down should take the rest of the week, which is great because that means that I won't have to listen to that damn song about me again."
A/N: so many of my dreams have come true!