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, or someone with that last name!
For Elmo98, my 100th reviewer. This really had me scratching my head, trying to figure out a way to mix Sherlock and the powerpuff girls. When it came to me, it came with a case, enjoy!
I do not own any of the characters of BBC Sherlock, or any of the literal works mentioned in these stories.
At 221B Baker Street:
"So, Sherlock, do you have any experience in baby-sitting?"
"What do you think?"
"He's the youngest child of the family Greg, what baby-sitting experience can you possibly expect him to have?" John said good humoredly.
"So Mycroft has that experience?" Greg asked skeptically.
"No." Sherlock dead panned.
"Ya, didn't think so…What about you John?"
"Well…define baby-sitting." John said cautiously.
"Looking after a four year old girl for a few hours." Greg said very fast.
"Is it for a case?" Sherlock asked shrewdly.
"Yes, it is. It's a simple case really, but-"
"Oh let me guess," Sherlock cut Lestrade off, "something is stolen in an aristocrat's house-"
"An expensive emerald bracelet." Lestrade interjected.
"-and the child knows its whereabouts. Why don't you just go and interview the staff of the house? It's a much simpler procedure!" Sherlock said irritated.
"Well, the problem is that we can't. The mother is a celebrity. Any indication of police investigation would be trumpeted in the media. Before you say anything, neither you nor John can go anywhere near that house, it's always surrounded by paparazzi. If you wear disguises and go in, the staff will peg you as private investigators the moment you start asking questions. The kid is our best bet!"
"You have improved Lestrade." Sherlock said impressed. "What do you say, John?"
"We need reinforcements, someone more in touch with children." John said pensively, "Greg, call in Kallie!"
A Few hours later, Mrs. Hudson's flat:
"So, Mr. Sherlock, how are you going to interview little Daphne here?"
"Well Kallie, first-"
"KITTY! COME HERE KITTY!" came the shrieks of an excited four year old girl.
"Poor kitty!" John mumbled.
"When did Mrs. Hudson get a cat?" Kallie asked curiously.
"She's looking after it for a few days until the owner comes back from her trip." Sherlock answered her.
"Speaking of which, where did it go?" John asked confused.
"I think it went to hide under the sofa. A very wise decision if you ask me." Sherlock said calmly.
"And where did Daphne go?" Kallie asked in a panic.
"Found her!" John announced. The little girl was trying to squeeze herself between the wall and a wardrobe.
"Why is she doing that?" Sherlock was confused.
"Never mind the reason; we have to get her out." Kallie admonished Sherlock. She then knelt down in front of little Daphne, "Come out Daphne, do you want to watch a cartoon?"
Daphne just shook her head and tried to squeeze herself further in the gap. Kallie began to panic, but John gently guided her up and steadied her on her feet, "Kallie, go and turn on the tele and set it on a station that's showing cartoons." Then he kneeled in front of Daphne, "Hey, do you want to play with kitty?" The little girl nodded enthusiastically. "Come on then."
Daphne took John's hand and came out of the gap. Then she ran off to the living room. "KITTY! COME HERE KITTY!" When she saw the cartoon playing on the television screen she stopped and became engrossed in the colorful images flashing on the screen.
"How did you know that would work, Dr. John?" Kallie asked impressed.
"I have a lot of experience dealing with children." John answered her with a smile.
"Okay, so Mr. Sherlock, how do you want to interview out little guest here?"
"We have to get here to stop screaming and start communicating in a normal volume fit for human's hearing range!" Sherlock said while rubbing his ears.
"She's quite now." Kallie prompted.
"Yes, but she's too engrossed in that cartoon, we need her to be occupied enough to sit still, yet not too engrossed in the activity she is doing, so that someone can have a casual conversation with her." Sherlock explained.
"Got it, I'll be back in a moment." John left the flat and came back a few minutes later with some white paper and crayons.
"John, why do you have art supplies suitable for children?" Sherlock asked him doubtfully.
"Because we need to get our little guest to talk." John said matter-of-factly.
"No, what I mean is, why do you own such items in the first place?" Sherlock added a bit irritated.
"I deal with a lot of children; I have those as emergency supplies to calm the kid down." John explained calmly.
"I want to watch the powder-puff girls!" Daphne demanded.
"It's showing Pokémon, why don't you watch that?" Kallie offered.
"I want to watch the power-puff girls!" Daphne whined and stumped her foot.
"Why that cartoon all of a sudden?" Kallie was exasperated.
"Because you look like them!" Daphne explained gleefully.
John and Sherlock turned to Kallie, "What is she talking about?" John asked with a hint of panic in his voice.
Kallie made a small noise resembling the squeaking of a mouse.
"Judging from the available information, it's a cartoon series made for the target audience of the age group of little Daphne here and it involves some girls." Sherlock deduced.
Daphne ignored all the conversation that went on. "You have long red hear like Blossom's," she said while patting Kallie on the knee, then she moved to John "You're Bubbles," Then she moved towards Sherlock.
Sherlock stiffened as the little girl slapped both her hands excitedly on Sherlock's knees, "And you're BUTTERCUP!" she shrieked.
John was taking in deep breaths in an attempt to stop himself from bursting out laughing while Kallie had given up on the attempt and was doubled over giggling. Sherlock scowled. Daphne clapped her hands and started jumping excitedly "Yay, now you look more like her! She's my favorite power-puff girl!"
John had lost control and had started laughing after that statement, "This is the first time that scowl had added to your appeal Sherlock!" He managed to force out.
"Oh? And which expression has added to my appeal most often?" Sherlock asked sarcastically.
"Your pout, it makes you look like a cute four year old!" John snickered.
"I don't pout!" Sherlock said sulkily and crossed his arms, which added to little Daphne's delight.
"Hey Daphne, do you like drawing?" John asked her brightly. Daphne nodded eagerly. "Okay then, why don't you draw a picture of Buttermilk-"
"Buttercup" Kallie intoned.
"Sorry, yes, Buttercup to show Sherlock here how much he looks like her." He handed the art supplies to her and she sat down and got busy. "So, Daphne, do you go to kindergarten?" John asked her gently.
"No, I stay home with Andria. Andria is my nanny. She takes me to the park and I go swinging and sliding and then I go on the monkey-bars and when we want to go home she sometimes buys me ice-cream…"
Sherlock was listening intently at the doctor and the little girl's conversation.
"What about when it rains?" John prompted.
"Then we stay at home and play with my dolls. I like my power-puff girls' dolls." She got up and handed her finished picture to Sherlock, then trotted over to her place on the floor and stated making a new picture.
"What are you drawing now?" John asked her.
"Bubbles! I want to show you how much you look like her!" Daphne replied cheerfully.
Sherlock snorted. John was stunned but quickly recovered. "Uh, alright, thanks, I guess…"
"I like Bubbles too, she wears blue. I like green the best, but mummy likes purple, so I always wear purple. I have some dolls on the shelf, Andria says they're figu-figurings. I can't play with them because Andria says they can break. I like Jacklin. She has a big hat and a green dress. I asked Andria if we can dress Elmira in green too. We found a string of shiny green stones on the playroom's table and she put it around her skirt."
Sherlock perked up. He picked up his phone and started typing on it furiously.
Kallie sat electrified in her seat. "Wow, who would have though! I guess the power-puff girls saved the day!"
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