Cluedo isn't allowed in 221B Baker Street any more.
John didn't plan this. When Sherlock had, for the hundredth time, declared he was bored, John had though Cluedo would have been a great idea. Being detectives, trying to find out who had killed Professor Plum. It seemed normal. In all honesty he was surprised Sherlock had even agreed to play the game. Apparently Sherlock was 'certain' to win. John couldn't help but doubt that right now.
"Sherlock, stop using logic. It can't have been Professor Plum. It's impossible!"
"But why, John? It's all logical!" John sighed as he glanced down at his cards. It was obvious Sherlock wasn't liking this. For once the great detective was stumped and it was amusing.
"Isn't it obvious, Sherlock? It was Miss Scarlet in the drawing room with the lead pipe."
"Impossible! Miss Scarlet doesn't have the strength! I'll show you it wasn't her!" Sherlock darted forward and grabbed the envelope containing the cards. John didn't even try to protest as Sherlock began ripping it open. John waited. Staring at Sherlock, waiting to know the result. He saw Sherlock tense up. Before John knew what was happening the Cluedo board was being pulled up and stabbed into the wall. The door echoed a loud thud as Sherlock closed the door to his room.
Reaching over, John turned over the cards that Sherlock had abandoned. Glaring back at him was the cartoon eyes of Miss Scarlet and the drawing of a lead pipe. John chuckled as he called out to Sherlock's room. "I'll write up the case notes then? How about 'Cluedo Caper'?"
As John cleared away the pieces on the floor he swore he heard the sound of Sherlock cursing in the next room.