One Bad Party

by MadTypewriter

Joan has convinced Sherlock to host a summer party with her for all their friends, colleagues and fellow ex drug takers. Just to have a break. A very much needed break. Needless to say, it kinda turns into an utter nightmare. With crimes to be solved, Clyde's 'nettle and dandelion' snacks on the table, an unconcious man on the sofa, they have their hands full!

1. Chapter 1

"This was a good idea" Joan told herself while taking out some muffins from the oven that looked unsettlingly 'coal like' . She would not admit that her idea might had been... really bad. The only way she convinced Sherlock of hosting this with her was asking, how many slightly crazed ex-drug addicts would be invited to summer party?

Of course, not all of Sherlock's fellow ex drug addicts were crazed, and they were also inviting other friends and colleagues as well, but that's what convinced him. Plus they needed a break - just a realxing and doing something non 'serial-killer-about-to-destroy-half-of-human-population' kind of thing. "Yes. This will be great." She told herself, though with a bit too much of sterness and utter determination for it to sound legit.

She walked through from the kitchen to see how Sherlock was getting on cleaning and preparing the rooms, "STOP!" A voice shouted out to her as she was about to step onto... what was that?

"Please tell me that's not a brain... ON THE CARPET!?"

"Ahh Watson - I'm glad you are still familiar with human body parts" Sherlock said sarcastially, "Actually, you'll be glad to know, I was just finishing this experiment so I could clear it away so not to scare our guests." Joan wasn't buying it. "You could have put it in your room - where we're putting all your other experiments." She lifted an eyebrow,

"Okay, I confess, I was having a quick break." "Sherlock!" She said exasperatedly "I've just been slaving in the kitchen while you've been doing absolutely nothing!." Sherlock looked indignant, "Excuse me, but I have cleaned till my fingers have alomst bled! I've just spent the last hour vacuuming! Which personally, I think is the biggest watse of time seen to man. But if you don't mind, I must get back to this experiment, don't worry it'll only take a minute!" However by the time he'd finished saying that she had already rolled her eyes with emphasis and left the room to quickly go get the pigs in blankets out the oven.

However, on her way there the doorbell went and who other was there than, (Slightly ironically) Marcus Bell. Seeing Joan's terrified face of 'Oh no - We gave him the wrong time' he quickly said, "Don't worry, I know I'm early - I just thought you guys would need a hand." She was about to thank him but deny it when the fire alarm went off...

"Okay, with you and me" She told him quickly before running to get her prescious pigs and blankets, "and, well, maybe Sherlock, we can do this."