Summary: In which Anoop is a detective, Adam is still a giggler, and Kris finds himself in a compromising position. No, I haven't been reading Sherlock Holmes lately. (Okay, yes, I have.) Companion piece to "That Kid."
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, as far as I know. Don't own.
The hide and seek games somehow become a regular thing, and Kris isn’t about to tell anyone how much he looks forward to them. He is pretty sure they’d all get a kick out of how much he enjoys playing a children’s game. Adam looks forward to the game, too, but for an entirely different set of reasons from Kris.
It’s just after the show, and Anoop is worried about his performance the one wrong note clunking over and over in his head. So he puts his head down on the counter and starts counting, and no one has to ask. They just start moving. Adam opens the sliding door and shuts it again, using the noise as a red herring as he tiptoes to the lounge. He army crawls under the over-sized sofa and holds his breath, trying not to giggle.
It doesn’t work very well, and he isn’t surprised when Anoop pokes his head under the sofa and manages a half-smile.
“Nice trick with the door, but Kris was right. You’re that kid.” Adam waves off the comment and holds a hand out. Anoop takes it and helps pulls his friend out from the sofa’s maniacal clutches. “Want to help me look?”
“Sure,” Adam shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets. He follows Anoop out of the lounge and into the kitchen and watches the college graduate’s movement as he surveys the seemingly empty main room. It’s very Sherlock Holmes, the way that Anoop composes himself.
“I say, Holmes,” Adam comments in a British accent, “What details may you surmise from the state of this room?” Anoop laughs and adopts an accent of his own.
“Elementary, my dear Lambert,” he begins, touting an imaginary pipe. “I can safely say that,” he pauses and turns to the pantry.
“Gokey’s in the pantry.” At first, there isn’t a response, and Adam chuckles.
“Ok, maybe you’re no Sherlock,” he comments. Anoop is unfazed and pushes the pantry door open. Danny has a fist shoved in his mouth, a clear byproduct of his effort to not laugh.
“Am I it?” he asks. Adam shakes his head.
“Nope. He found me first,” he owns up. He nudges Anoop in the arm. “Holmes, the hours grows late. Shall we continue the chase?”
“Quite,” Anoop replies with a nod, heading out of the kitchen and into the foyer. Danny follows, wondering why Adam and Anoop are using accents all of a sudden.
“Holmes?” he whispers to Adam. Adam smiles and puts an arm around Danny’s shoulder.
“Sir, do you mean to say that you’ve never heard of the great Sherlock Holmes? This great, analytical mind that will stop at nothing to seek any and all hiders in this illustrious mansion?” Adam waves his arm imperially, and Anoop responds with an exaggerated bow.
“My dear Lambert, you do my skills too much justice,” he comments. “Now, Inspector Gregson, if you care to know, I hear the door closing after you when you retreated to your hiding place. The door made three separate noises, indicating that it was a swinging door. And given the time between my counting and the noisy door, I could only conclude that you came here.” Adam has to admit that he’s not sure who Inspector Gregson is, but he makes a note to google him later. Anyway, Anoop seems to really enjoy the metaphor.
They find Matt in the coat closet in the foyer.
“Ah, there you are, Inspector Hopkins,” Anoop announces. “Next time, try not to get into a fight with the coats when you want to hide here.” Matt laughs, adopting an accent without questioning it.
“Mr Holmes, I presume?” he asks. Adam nods. “I suspect that the ruffling cloth alerted you to my position?”
“Too right, Inspector,” Anoop confirms. “Now, if you’ll kindly follow me upstairs, I believe that I can accurately locate Miss Irene Adler.” Danny gives Adam and Matt a confused look. Matt leans in.
“That’s Allison,” he explains.
A few minutes later, after Anoop explains that Allison’s heels clicked when she went up the stairs and that it was only a matter of following the imprints in the carpet from there, they’re all piled onto the bed in Sarver’s old room, where Allison had been hiding.
“Anoop, that’s insane,” she comments, still awestruck. “You’re like the real deal, dude!” Anoop chuckles and rubs at the back of his neck.
“Or maybe you guys just suck at this game,” he suggest jokingly. Matt hits him in the face with a pillow for his troubles.
“Holmes,” he says with a smile. “There is one mystery that remains unsolved.”
“And what would that be, Inspector Hopkins?” Anoop asks.
“Where is our Mister Allen?” Anoop’s eyes widen at the question.
“Oops,” he mutters. There is a moment where they exchange guilty looks for not realizing that they hadn’t found Kris yet, but this moment is quickly interrupted by a mass exodus from the bedroom.
“Kris?” Anoop calls over the balcony. “Dude, you can come out!” No response.
“Did he hide outside?” Danny suggests. “I heard someone open the sliding door.”
“No, that was me,” Adam pipes up, opening every closest in the hallway. “He’s not up here.”
“He’s not in the bedrooms,” Allison announces, closing the last door behind her.
“He’s good,” Matt commends. “You’ve got to give him that. He’s good. And he’s small. He could be anywhere.”
“Kris, seriously!” Allison calls out. “You can come out now!”
“The dumbwaiter,” Anoop blurts out. “I thought I heard it, but I thought that maybe someone was using it.” They rush to the door on the dumbwaiter and fling it open. And then they realize with some degree of horror why Kris had yet to reveal himself.
“Guys?” Kris’ voice sounds muffled, which only makes sense, considering that the dumbwaiter is several feet down, stuck in between the first and second floor. “Guys, I don’t want to alarm you.” Of course you don’t, Adam sighs inwardly.
“I think it’s stuck,” Kris finishes lamely. “And not to complain or anything, but it’s getting kind of cramped in here.” There’s the light sound of scuffling, and Kris pushes the small hatch on top of the dumbwaiter, looking up at his friends from the small grate.
“We’ll go get help!” Anoop says, rushing to the phone. Danny and Matt follow him.
“I’ll go get a fan,” Allison promises, knowing that it’s got to be hot, and Kris could use some fresh air. Adam goes to follow his surrogate sister, but Kris calls out after him.
“Adam, wait!” Adam skids to a stop and back steps. “Can you… Can you stay with me?” Kris looks like he’s embarrassed to ask, but Adam fixes him with an easy smile.
“Of course, Mrs Watson.” Kris raises an eyebrow at him, and Adam raises his hands defensively. “What? All of the other characters I know were taken!”
“Even Moriarty?” Kris asks. Adam briefly considers biting back his comment, but he figures that it would help Kris to laugh at the situation.
“Kris, honey, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think that evil masterminds get stuck in dumbwaiters.” As predicted, Kris laughs, albeit sheepishly.
“I’m glad that the camera crew isn’t here for this,” he points out. “But I’m sure that Seacrest will find out.”
“Yeah, probably,” Adam agrees. “But we can totally play this down. Don’t worry.” Allison returns with the fan, which she plugs into an outlet in the hallway and angles down the dumbwaiter shaft.
“Thanks, Allison,” Kris calls up, trying to shift a little.
“Do you need anything else?” Adam asks, prepared to go on a snack run.
“Just stay here,” Kris repeats. Adam nods.
“Okay. I’ll stay.”
The electrician replaces the blown fuse, wondering why the group of singers is so eager to get the dumbwaiter working again. He excuses himself from the scene, figuring that he’ll find out details later. Whatever the reason, they gather around the dumbwaiter and let out an explosive cheer when it lowers to the first floor.
“Kids,” the electrician rolls his eyes and closes the door behind him.
“That was the worst idea I’ve ever had,” Kris blushes, wriggling out of the enclosed space. Unfortunately, he’s been sitting in the same position for quite some time, and his legs aren’t ready to respond like he wants. Adam catches him as he spills out of the dumbwaiter.
“Easy, champ,” he warns, standing Kris up. Kris is upright for half a second before his legs give out again. Adam catches him again, pulling him into a tight hug to keep him standing. (Yeah, keeping telling yourself that, Adam, he thinks).
“I think I need help getting to the room,” Kris admits.
“Yeah, I’m on it,” Adam announces, stooping slightly so that Kris can lean on his shoulder. As they walk down the hall, Kris laughs softly.
“What?” Adam asks.
“I won,” Kris declares in a sing-song voice.