BBC Sherlock x Reader: Cluedo

Bang. There goes another part of Mrs. Hudson's wall to Sherlock's boredom. 

"Bloody hell, Sherlock!" John shouted. "Stop shooting the wall!"

"There is a brick wall where I'm shooting. I doubt I am causing too much harm." Sherlock shot the wall again.

"But the neighbors-"

"We only have (name) in 221C. Also normal people would be out at work at this time of day. Idiot." Sherlock was in his bathrobe. As he said, the only neighbors was  you within the building. A couple moments later, you walked into 221B.

"Bored," you whined. Recently, you were out of a job. The only money you received was from Mycroft, who asked you to keep an eye on Sherlock. Who once again shot the wall.

"You can't have a gun too!" John snapped. Sherlock had been shooting the wall the whole night. Again. 

"I don't want to shoot the wall. Let's go out and do something." You flopped in John's chair. Sherlock texted Greg asking if there was a case. When the phone rang again, Sherlocks responded with another shot.

Your eyes wandered the bookshelves, until you found the box. "Why don't we do that?"

John followed where you were looking. Before he could respond, Sherlock cut him off. "No, John refuses to play Cluedo with me."

"Why?" you asked.

"Sherlock is convinced the bloody victim killed themselves." John was definitely on edge.

"How else would it work?" Sherlock asked. "Nobody is willing to share their evidence, there is nothing suggesting any of the characters killed the victim, and said victim was theoretically alone at the time. Who else but the victim, idiot?"

You flipped around so you were upside-down in the chair. After humming and hawing, you tell Sherlock, "The point of Cluedo isn't to deduce who killed the victim." Sherlock looked at you questioningly. "The goal of the game is to deduce the three mystery cards in the little envelope. People pretend the card with the person, room, and weapon killed the victim."

"What a moronic game." Sherlock looked somewhat disgusted.

"Not everyone can be you, idiot." Your statement seemed to sooth John's rage towards Sherlock. "Now that you know what the goal of the game is, could we play?"