A series of conversations between Lestrade, Sherlock and John as they compare themselves and those around them to characters from other works of fiction. With occasional appearance from other characters. The first line is always by Lestrade.

I do not own any of the characters of BBC Sherlock, nor any of the literal works mentioned in these stories.

This chapter is a bit metafictional!

"So, Sherlock, what do you gather from this guy's library?"

"He's a bibliophile with a touch of obsessiveness. It seems he has collected every book written by the authors of his choice and has put them in alphabetical order. Observe the "D" section. Dickens, Dickenson- what are you doing John?"

"The title of this book by Mr. Doyle caught my attention. The Lost World, I wonder what it is about."

"Put it back John, the pattern might reveal a clue the victim might have left behind."

"The books of Mr. Doyle are all in the correct order, I checked. You might want to go look at the King shelf, I think The Shining was placed after Rage or something."

"John, those are not in any way alphabetically related."

"No Sherlock, and they are not chronologically correct either."

"You know all of Stephen King's books in chronological order?"

"Of course not, Greg! I looked at the labels, he has his own system of organizing the books, and the publication dates are a part of that system."

"Impressive John, you are improving!" and with that, Sherlock was gone.

"You just made that up didn't you?"

"The labeling system, no. The books being out of place, yes!"

"You're becoming more devious John, should I be worried?"

"No, go stand guard while I take a look at these books." John turned and looked at Lestrade "What are doing in the "C" shelf?"

"This guy has all of Agatha Christie's books! This is fantastic, he's got the first edition of Curtain, can you believe it?"

"Greg? Standing guard? Remember?"

"Oh, right." Then after a few seconds Greg asked "So, what's The Lost World about?"

"A bunch of people that have discovered some dinosaurs."

"You're not planning on nicking the book now, are you?"

"It's published in 1912, I can find the pdf version of it on the internet. Besides, it's evidence, and you're a cop, what on earth made you think I'd do such a stupid thing Greg?"

"I don't know. Sherlock seems to have been rubbing off a lot on you. He picks my pocket, so nicking a book from a few thousand book library kinda pales in comparison."

"Okay… nice of you to think so highly of me! Weren't you supposed to go stand watch while I take a look at these books?"

"Alright, what else has this collector got from Mr. Doyle?"

"Let me see, the letters on this volume has faded a bit, it says The Adventures of- I can't read the name,"

"Can't you make out anything?"

"I can recognize an S, an R, a C and K, The next name-"

"Very clever John. Sending me off to the "K" section, which is conveniently around the bend of the library!"

"You were itching to go and look at the "P" section yourself Sherlock, I can't see why you're complaining!"

"What's in the "P" section?"

"Edgar Allan Poe, his favorite author. He even has a picture of him in his room."

"Really? So you're interested in detective fiction as well? That's great! We can start a book club." Lestrade was ecstatic.

"It depends who is going to be in the club, if Anderson is going to be there I'm not going to join. I can't handle that level of stupidity in my leisure time as well!"

"He's getting more and more like you Sherlock, what have you done?"

This happens after my other story "221 Boo!",that's why John is annoyed with Anderson, in case you were wondering...