December 30: "Wiggins on the case" (from Wordwielder)
A/N: Were I not so sick with a cold, I might have written a "real" response. But this image popped into my head instead…
"Where in heaven's name is it?" Holmes cried.
"Hush, you'll wake him," Watson replied, gesturing to Wiggins, resting peacefully on the settee. He had been brought in that morning by two younger Irregulars, as he had an awful fever. Watson had spent the better part of the morning treating him.
"Apologies," Holmes replied. "But a black briefcase. I brought it in it last night. Have you seen it anywhere, old fellow?"
Watson shook his head, and the two combed through the piles of clutter in the sitting room.
"Aha!" Watson said at length. "Holmes, it would seem that Wiggins is, quite literally, on the case."
Sure enough, peeking out from under the head of the chief Irregular, was the briefcase. Watson snatched up a throw pillow, and gently moved the boy enough to replace the briefcase with it. Wiggins stirred a little, but remained asleep.
"Thank you, old fellow," said Holmes. "Take care of Wiggins; I shall be back shortly."