Trick or Treat Meme

[john_amend_all]

Memed from clocketpatch:

In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door.' Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.).

The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!

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[john_amend_all]

This is a Sherlock ficlet vaguely based on The Adventure of Wisteria Lodge.

"And there you are!" our client finished. "When I woke up the next morning, the flat was just as it is now. No sign of Pedro at all." He turned to Lestrade. "Will that be all, Inspector? Only I've got to be at Woolwich Studios in" — he glanced at his phone — "about an hour. We're filming the new series of Trivia Tournament."

"I think you can go now, Mr. Fraser." Lestrade glanced across at Sherlock, who was lolling on the late Pedro Garcia's sofa, looking up at the ceiling. "Sherlock, was there anything else...?"

Sherlock waved a hand.

"Then thank you for your help, Mr. Fraser." Lestrade got up. "If you'd like to come with me, sir?"

We waited until the two had gone. Then Sherlock looked at me.

"Do you believe him?" he asked.

I tried to get my thoughts in some kind of order.

"It's such a crazy story I think it's got to be true," I said. "There's no reason why he shouldn't have hooked up with Garcia and gone to stay the night, is there? It's hardly a secret that he's gay. And if he was involved in the murder why would he come to us about it?" I tried to think back. "If he'd been involved, wouldn't there have been some blood spatter on his clothes?"

"There wasn't," Sherlock said flatly. "No, he didn't kill Garcia. I think Garcia wanted him there in case he needed an alibi for something. He wanted someone that everyone would believe, and who better than Simon Fraser?"

"I suppose that makes— Sherlock, what are you doing?"

Sherlock had jumped to his feet and pulled the sofa cushions off. Now he was thrusting his hand into the depths of the sofa. He was obviously looking for something, and I didn't think it was loose change.

"Probably looking for this," the local inspector said. He was leaning against the doorframe, holding up an evidence bag with a small piece of plastic in it. "Memory card from a smartphone. Encrypted, of course."

Sherlock broke off his search, and looked up. "You were looking for it?"

The inspector shrugged. "Seemed obvious to me. Garcia was obviously planning something dodgy."

"So if he was caught he wouldn't want forensic to get anything off his phone."

"Which means, after he got that text, he needed to get rid of the memory card without our friend Mr Fraser noticing. That meant it had to be where he was sitting."

"Shove it down the side of the sofa, and—"

"Bob's your uncle!" the two chorused.

Sherlock gave the inspector an appreciative look. "You're not bad at this. Where did they find you?"

"Long story." He tucked the memory card away and held out a hand. "Pleasure working with you, Mr. Holmes."

"Sorry," I said. "I don't think I caught your name?"

He shook my hand. "Detective Inspector Clyde Langer. Nice to meet you, Doctor."

[ghost2.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Clever story, and I love the ending. :D