Sherlock advent drabbles :D

Today's word is: Z-list

"So," says their guest, making himself comfortable in an armchair. "I'm sure you don't need me to tell you why I can't go to the police with this."

"Of course not." Sherlock steeples his fingers. "Three arrests for violent conduct are enough to make anyone wary."

"No." Their guest flushes bright red and adjusts his glasses. "No. That's... How did you even...?" He coughs. "That's not the reason."

"Oh," says Sherlock brightly. "My apologies. Is there some other reason that you can't go to the police then?"

"Of course!" replies their guest, almost rising out of his chair. "Isn't it obvious? I can't let this get out or it'll be the death of my career." He gives Sherlock a beseeching look. "I've heard you're very discreet."

Sherlock looks at him for a moment, then frowns. Silence looms like a bad smell. Eventually, Sherlock turns to John and beckons him closer with a wave of his hand.

When John leans over, Sherlock whispers. "Am I supposed to know who this is?"

John looks at their guest and shrugs. "I don't think so," he whispers back.

"He's not some kind of celebrity, is he?" asks Sherlock. "You know I'm not good with those."

"No." John shakes his head. "Not as far as I know."

"Right." Sherlock turns back to their guest and fixes him with a sharp glare. "Who are you?"

Their guest looks taken aback. "You mean, you don't know?" he asks.

"Haven't the faintest." Sherlock smiles. "If it's going to be important, you should probably tell us."

Their guest sputters. "I'm Johnny H," he says indignantly.

Sherlock looks blank.

"You know," says Johnny H, confidence wavering, "from the Saturday morning fun gang."

Sherlock gives John a confused look.

"Er, I think it's a kids' show," explains John.

"Oh, right," says Sherlock. He turns back to Johnny H. "I thought you said it was important?"