Title: Making the Connection
Story Summary: A non-chronological collection of short chapters based on one word prompts, includes (pre-)slash for Johnlock & Mystrade
Chapter Summary: John finds Sherlock in a hospital bed, doing something with a girl he never thought he would see Sherlock do. Humour. Prompt: Cluedo
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to Moffat, Gatiss & SACD, "Cluedo Junior: The Case of the Missing Cake" belongs to Hasbro.
A/N: This prompt came from the lovely lemondrops97 and I kind of compromised on her wishes, because I think that the infamous Cluedo game has been done a lot and also I couldn't do it myself as I never played proper Cluedo.
John had turned his mobile off for once. After Sherlock had ruined their date a few nights ago Ruth had only agreed to meet him for lunch today if he switched off his phone and didn't tell Sherlock they were meeting. After sitting opposite of her, listening to her endlessly rambling about her nieces and nephews John had to admit that this time Sherlock had been right. Ruth was dull.
When she finally said she had to go back to work they quickly said their goodbyes and he turned his phone back on. It immediately buzzed with a text that had been sent to him a little over an hour ago.
Come to Bart's paediatric wing when your date is over. New case.
SH
That was odd, but then again the words odd, curious, weird and strange had underwent quite a bit of redefinition in his book over the past year. He hailed a cab and followed the summons of the one and only consulting detective in the world.
When he found Sherlock in the hospital he had already been briefed by Sergeant Donovan. A child had been the only witness to its parents violent abduction but refused to talk to anybody but Sherlock Holmes. Actually the case was almost closed as Sherlock had already figured out that the parents were held captive in Brighton. His friend had stayed with the little girl because she had begged him to when she was told that the local police were on their way to save her parents.
The sight of Sherlock, sitting cross legged on the hospital bed, his coat and jacket thrown over the back of a chair next to the bed was not what had John stop in bafflement. He was playing Cluedo with an eight year old child and he didn't look like he was about to murder anybody.
"You have to give your last tip on who ate the cake now." The little girl who he knew to be called Nicolette put her hands over her eyes after which Sherlock dropped a little paper coin into a box. Then he mirrored Nicolette's actions and blindfolded himself with his palms while she put down her suspicion.
"You must be a very brave girl to play Cluedo with that one", John said as he finally entered the room. "Hi, I'm John. I'm Sherlock's friend and sometimes I help him with his detective work."
Nicolette smiled at him in recognition. "I know you from your blog. My mama reads it a lot, that's how I knew about Sherlock. He is great at figuring things out in the real world, but he's really bad at being a fictional detective."
John laughed and sat down on the chair that stood next to the bed. "I know! You should see our Cluedo board at home. He pinned it to the wall with an actual knife because he was so bad at it."
The eyes of the little girl went wide before she started to giggle a little.
"Well, first of all, this is just Cluedo junior, which was clearly designed for people who are a lot..."He saw John shooting him a warning look. "...younger than I am. Also, I only keep loosing because the person who really ate all the cake is not even on the suspect list."
"And who would that be?", John enquired, already expecting one of Sherlock's 'logical' theories when it came to Cluedo.
The consulting detective smirked. "Well, it was Mycroft of course."