I don't own Sherlock or any of the characters mentioned in this story. And that is probably for the better good of the show.
This is pure crack! Also, I don't really play FarmVille myself, so if anything mentioning the game is wrong, please tell me.
This is the first fanfiction I've posted anywhere, so please tell me if it sucks or not.
"oh Sebby! Will you visit my FarmVille farm?" called Jim from the kitchen, shortly striding in, his open laptop in hand.
"you have a crazy ass expensive laptop that you could use to take down airplanes, and instead you choose to play FarmVille?" Sebastian replied, barely looking up from what he was reading.
"well, yes. When I'm bored it is very fun to tend to these pathetic virtual plants." said the consulting criminal, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He smiled as a in-game popup flashed up, telling him he had leveled up, and received a somewhat small sum of virtual coins. "ooh, yay!" Jim said giddily, still grinning.
"well then. I'm glad you have fun with that." the other man said, still unamused.
Jim picked up Sebastian's laptop from the coffee table, and signed in to his Facebook, which had a fake name, obviously, and started a new FarmVille game 'for him', handing the laptop to it's owner.
"now, visit my farm else you'll visit your grave.