Drugs
A/N- this sucks. Sorry. I've been busy. I'm tired.
Day 11: Wearing Kigurumis
"I feel ridiculous."
"You look ridiculous."
Sherlock had been delighted when a case came in, about numerous children going missing around England, mostly in major cities like London. Of course it was a group of kidnappers that went to daycares to attack.
Sherlock and John had marked down every place a child had been taken from and figured out the code behind the seemingly random choice of daycares. They located the next targets, picked the closest one, and managed to get Lestrade to let them in.
Sadly, the only way to investigate was as campaigners dressed in ridiculous one-piece animal costumes called Kigurumis. They were annoying, difficult to maneuver in, and stuffy. The two were to spread a message about anti-bullying or drugs or something beneficial. John thought it would be helpful to Sherlock as well to go with anti-drugs. Hilarious. And now he regretted taking the case at all.
"That certainly helps." Sherlock muttered bitterly. John rolled his eyes with a grin and gave his partner a gentle peck. "A good ridiculous." Sherlock pulled him back in to get a better kiss, but the caretaker interrupted that.
"And now, children, please welcome Odis the Otter and his sidekick Happy Hedgehog!" Sherlock groaned and almost fled the backstage, but John shoved him though the ruby curtains and followed in behind him onto the stage. The children were screaming and applauding and some were crying for their parents.
"I'm Happy Hedgehog!" John exclaimed, sounding unsure, and Sherlock almost laughed. All the kids quieted down and stared at him in anticipation. "Happy" nudged him.
"Uh...and...I'm...Odis. I'm an otter." He scanned the audience, and suddenly, someone suspicious caught his eye. He shoved John in front of him. "J- Happy, my partner, will now explain the side effects of drugs. Don't do them." And then he fled the stage. John fumed quietly. "Well, kids, considering Odis left me alone...drugs are bad to get into. They make your brain ill."
Sherlock pulled the hood of his ridiculous outfit down, searching frantically for the suspicious man he had caught a glimpse of in the audience. The suspect had a gun in his pocket, and small, very faint bloodstains on his coat.
When he reached an undetectable area where he still had a view of the audience, he realized the man was gone.
But by the time he realized that the man was backstage with him, Sherlock was stabbed with something sharp in the neck. A burning sensation coursed through him and black spotted his vision.
"Don't do drugs, Mr. Holmes." The voice was male. Russian.
Sherlock lost all focus and was out before he hit the floor.