I was bored, so I watched The Great Mouse Detective, An idea came to mind, so this is the result. I don't own Sherlock, BBC, or any of the characters, etc. Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, are the real creators of the show. All this work is for entertainment purposes only, not for profit or gain. Enjoy!
John and Sherlock were sitting in their chairs staring up at the ceiling. There hadn't been a new case, since "The Red Shoelace," and they were both very bored.
"We could do what ordinary people do when their bored?" John asked, hoping to stir some interest.
John waited for the silence to be broken.
"Like what?" Sherlock answered.
John scoured his brain, looking for something that could occupy the detectives mind.
"I've got it. We could watch a movie."
"Why a movie?" Sherlock answered, unsure that modern entertainment could be stimulating enough.
"Because Sherlock, we're both bored, there are no cases, and we've already tried everything else."
"Now I'll go get the laptop."
A few moments later, John placed the laptop on the
living room table.
"Now, how about a detective movie."
"Fine by me," Sherlock said in a melancholy tone.
"Alright then." John searched through a few titles, trying to find one that piqued his interest. "How about this one: The Great Mouse Detective"
Sherlock looked at John. "Did you say mouse detective?
"Yes,"
Sherlock sighs, "All right then put it on."
Soon the credits began to roll.
It wasn't long until Sherlock began to interrupt.
"John it's not possible for a pegged legged bat with a broken wing, to kidnap an adult man er-mouse twice his size."
"No I suppose it's not possible," John said smirking at the fact that Sherlock was deducing everything in the movie.
The screen soon turned to a familiar looking door. "Hey Sherlock that looks like our flat." John exclaimed.
"Yes it does."
A few moments later...
"Sherlock that looks like our kitchen, minus a few fingers," John said, seeing the test tubes filled with chemicals, and laughing at the array of different experiments on the table.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say we we're watching a movie about you." The scene changed to a mouse comparing two bullets under a microscope.
"Noooooo! Another dead end. He was within my grasp."
"Haha, Sherlock that's the way you act when a case doesn't work out."
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is"
Soon The character dramatically collapsed in a chair, and shakingly grabbed his violin and started playing.
John waited to see what else the character would do.
"Ms. Flan-hammer."
"Flavishum!" The little girl explained, sounding annoyed.
"Whatever."
"Sherlock, this Basel of Baker Street is exactly like you, right down to the sad violin music, and the problem remembering names. All were missing now is Mycroft. Oh and don't forget... It starts with a G..." "John for the last time I told you I deleted it."
"Why did you delete it Sherlock?"
"Because it is of no importance. John how many times do I have to tell you? ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish, and that makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters."
"But it's Lestrade!" John sputtered.
30 minutes later...
"See, I told you watching a movie would help pass the time," Johns says closing his laptop.
"We better get some sleep doctor, we have a new client in the morning."
Sherlock and John head to their rooms... "Good night Basil"
"Good night Dorson"
Sherlock smiles at John, and walks into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
The End