Sherlock was exhausted when he walked into Scotland Yard. Lestrade was even calling him for minor cases now. The detctive inspector knew if this fragile a Sherlock was to become bored, he would do something they all would regret. It was an open-and-shut case, the wife killed him for the money but Sherlock hadn't really been thinking straight. After he had solved the crime, Sherlock closed his eyes and bit his lip. Just for a second. When he opened his eyes again, he was in the Scotland Yard staff room with a cup of coffee being thrust into his hand by a concern-looking Donavon. Lestrade, Anderson, Dimmock and Clarcky were looking at him with big pleading eyes.
"You know Sherlock, John wouldn't have wanted you to worry." she sighed. A part of Sherlock's brain was screaming 'But he's not here anymore! I think his wishes just went out the window!'. But the larger, more sensible section kept quiet although he did give a little scoff.
"She's right, you know." Lestrade interrupted.
"Yeah Sherlock. In every life,we have some trouble." Dimmock agreed.
"But when you worry you make it double."
He and Clarcky began to sing. "Don't worry, be happy."
"Landlord say your rent is late," Lestrade unknowingly reminded Sherlock he had yet to pay Mrs Hudson's monthly fee.
"You may have to let the gate." Clarcky continued.
"But don't worry. Be happy." Suddenly a white powder seemed to fall from the sky like snow. Dimmock exploded as soon as a flake touched him. John always loved the winter. But upon closer inspection, it reviled it was not frozen water particles covering the surfaces, it was cocaine. Anderson was suddenly on a Elvis-Style stage with his name blaring in lights above him.
"Ain't got no class, aint got no style,
The ladies vomit when I smile,
But does Andy worry,
Bah you wish! Be happy." A flake landed on Anderson's tounge and he too exploded.
"Don't worry now, Sally!" Clarcky was suddenly in a latex sparkly suit and roller skates. He was holding Sally high above his head.
"I won't! I'm happy!" The pair skated into a mountain of hyperdemic needles that appeared from nowhere and met the same fate as Anderson and Dimmock.
"TAKE US HOME LESTRADE! Oh don't worry! Be HAPPY!" Lestrade yelled at the top of his lungs, grabbing one of the needles and injecting it into his skin. There was a huge bang and the light was too bright for Sherlock eyes. He flinched away. Sally's hand touched his shoulder. Sherlock jumped.
"Sherlock? Are you OK?"
"Were you just singing?"
"Nope. Not allowed to. Court order." Lestrade joked. "Why?"
Sherlock could feel himself shaking. He put his coffee cup down. The liquid was cold and undrunk.
"I have to get out. This is nuts!" And with that he ran out into the cold air of the street.
I hope you enjoyed this. Because I couldn't have the bee stinging people, I had to resort to using the cocaine theme instead. Here's a link to the song! .com/watch?v=u-CJcI8h1tU Enjoy! AOR