Joan came down to find Marcus, Sherlock, Captain Gregson, his fiancee and Linda picking up dandelion buiscuits, and immedietly guessed what had happened. Sherlock walked over to imformed her of it, and was surprised when she finished his sentance with complete accuracy, "How did you know?" He asked, "Please - it's obvious," She looked at him, annoyed that he hadn't guessed that she had guessed, "the fact that there's Clyde's food on the floor to begin with doesn't install me with confidence that everything is going okay, then, judging by Linda's pink cheeks of having done some unexpected excercise and Marcus's very much brighter cheeks plus that he's not making eye contact... - like I said, Please, it's obvious" Sherlock smiled, shrugged, then, as the doorbell went off again, he quickly walked off.
Joan walked up to Marcus, who finally made eye contact, like a teenager standing infront of the headmistress, not sure where to put his akwardly long hands, and not certain whether she know they've done something wrong. He started to confess but she cut him off, "It's okay Marcus - seriously, don't stress, I'll go tell Linda the truth and she'll be mortified. Trust me; I can bet that in five minutes she'll be over apologising and in ten.. She'll come and tell me that you're the nicest guy she's ever met." Bell looked up at her, not bothering to hide his dubiousness and then proceeding to say, "I'm so sorry. I-" But she'd cut him off (Again) from explaining, then gave him a smile and said, "In ten minutes you'll owe me five dollars" And strutted off in her high heels.
Sherlock had just welcomed Joan's mom into the party - she'd come especially for it, and was looking impeccable. He realised that despite his 'apprehension' (More like his point blank refusal) at the begining this was actually going well. He surveved the scene, with bright lanterns hung up everywhere, bunting not very 'artistically placed' by Bell but it added to the whole atmosphere, a punch bowl fit for a baby to have a bath in it, everyone chatting and just having a good time. No this was nicer than 'well', though it wasn't his idea of fun, he was actually enjoying himself, which he hadn't expected. Ever. It was then that he felt the first drip.
Then another.
And another.
He looked up at the ceiling, confused, and walked up the stairs. It was on the second floor that he realised what happened and quickly ran to the balcony to confirm.
Yes, he was right. But NO, he hoped he was wrong. Finishing the last few steps he found out he was right - Someone had popped the paddling pool, and it was flooding down the stairs, drip by drip. the whole patio was wet but the majority had just flooded down the opening, onto the rest of the house. "Who did this?" Sherlock asked, looking round the group of teenages and adults, dripping in their bikinis and swimming trunks, none to happy to tell. "Jemma," He asked the closest girl next to him, "Who did this?!" "Er, It was kinda Frank, though J-" "It was NOT" interupted obviously 'Frank', "It was definetly Stacey-" "No WAY" butted in 'Stacey' "I think it was-" "Stop." Sherlock said, thinking, "This could go on forever, leave this to me." And with a smile he realised he could even solve a crime at this party.