Johnlock Oneshot

Captured My Heart

"Pokemon? Isn't that for little kids?" John scoffed at his therapist. He's not twelve again, he's in his mid thirties for God's sake. Plus he had to use a walking stick now, which made him feel even older.
"No John, this app is actually extremely popular with adults as well as children! You won't look silly, I promise you. Plus, it'll encourage you to go out more and get fresh air."
Ella smiled at John, as if it were that easy. To just go outside on a whim, just because he wanted to. To have a purpose to be outside.
John however did agree to using the app occasionally, albeit reluctantly (and with much more sighing) and downloaded the app as soon as he got home. Sometimes, there was just no arguing with Ella.
John lazily flicked through the Pokemon Professor's introductions and fiddled around with the controls. He didn't find this amazingly interesting. Wow. Much dialogue. Such fun. God, did this professor ever shut up? It all seemed very straight forward. Catch Pokemon, power them up, overtake Gyms. A bit like being in a war. John shuddered at the thought and subconsciously felt a twinge in his leg which had the limp.
Within a few minutes, John put the phone down on his bedside table and got ready for bed, even though it wasn't even 10pm yet. He switched the big light off and shuffled into his bed. Sleep. Now that was interesting. No noise, no distractions. That app was boring. He won't be touching that app again, no sir.

John's phone vibrated.
"A wild Charmander appeared!"

John's eyes shot open and turned to look at his phone screen curiously.

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Sherlock sauntered into his flat after yet again cracking another case. A rather easy one this time. In fact, they've all been getting quite easy over these last few weeks. Is it that the criminals are getting smarter? (Impossible.) Or is it that Sherlock is getting smarter? (Possible.) In either case, it made life for Sherlock solving these ludicrously easy cases far too dull. He wanted a challenge, to really show what he could do.
Sherlock flopped onto his leather sofa and prepared himself to enter his mind palace. He tucked away the details of his last case away into his palace and began to think. He thought of many different things, sometimes multiple things at once. Mostly covering all his recent cases, reliving them and noticing all the details all over again. Why had they gotten so easy for him? Why had London gone into a bit of a slump? Something had shifted. Something...

There was an article of data stored within his head that kept nagging away at him, a small piece of information that desperately wanted attention. Sherlock couldn't quite grasp it, he struggled to see it. What was it? He became aware that maybe it wasn't a little piece of information, but huge, right in his face but never registered it. What? Oh... Oh!! Technology!

Sherlock jumped up. It all fits into place. While he was running around London chasing after a man who was illegally selling tobacco and flip flops (don't ask) he had failed to notice how many people had been on their phones. He knew adolescents text a lot and business personnel like to talk to other important people on their phones too but there had been masses of people trudging around looking at their phone screens. Much more than usual. Why? Sherlock consulted his Mind Palace briefly before retrieving a very small but very useful modicum of 
data.
A few days ago, when Sherlock had been flicking through a case file report on a victim, Graham Lestrade had been talking to him casually, as people do. However Sherlock had not wanted to participate in "friendly" small talk and had ignored him before sprinting off to ask around about the case. It was something Grant said.
"Have you downloaded that new app? Yeah, everyone's crazy about it. Whole town is playing it. Called Ponypon GO!"
Wait. No, that's not what it was called. What did Grayson say it was?
Ponypon...
Ponkypon?
Pinkyson...
Pokeywon!
...No...
It's close...
Pokey...
Men??
Poke-
Pokemon!! Pokemon GO!!
Hah! Brilliant! Sherlock did a tiny jump and grinned at his brilliance before his smile fell when he realised he could have easily Googled it in half the time. Oh well. It was exercise for the brain.
Speaking of Googling, he might as well search up on it as much as he can, seeing as it's clearly stolen away all the interesting criminals from him. When he realises he could download it and observe it first hand, he does it at such speed and paced the room while it takes about a million centuries to download fully.