Meltdown

I wrote this somewhat cracky fic in response to this prompt: London's in the middle of a heatwave. Everyone is suffering. Does Mycroft resort to taking his tie off? Does Lestrade suffer in silence? Does Sherlock flounce around complaining about the effects of heat on the criminal classes? Does John get a summer girlfriend?

I've experienced the discomfort that is a heatwave in London. By Australian standards, it's a bit pathetic, but that city is simply not geared to cope with temperatures much above 24C. Everyone seems to have a collective breakdown. A city built to keep warm in winter really does have an Epic Fail when the temperatures rise. Poor lambs.

I wasn't able to work in the obvious Black Books reference in, but let's just take it as read that John is experiencing his very own version of Dave's Syndrome, because his sense of humour is definitely cracked in this story.