Whoever said playgrounds are fun were sooo wrong, I spat grumblingly to myself, slamming my foot even harder onto the accelerator. The car flew forward, but I, oblivious to the carnage that was being created around me as I flew through the red light, remained firmly in my seat. I hadn't customised my seatbelt for nothing. And hey, chains aren't that uncomfortable.

Realizing that I was getting off-topic, I hastily reminded myself of the horrendous place I was about to go to. Oh, shit, I scowled. I glanced up at myself in the rear view mirror, which, surprisingly, did nothing to lift my spirits. Damn, I must've really hated playgrounds.

I came to the conclusion that I was inside the carpark of the playground, and, swearing to myself, I parked in the middle of the lot. I leaned back in my seat, breathing heavily. I hate this flipping job, I grumbled to myself. I mean, I know I'm a genius, but after a while detective work gets very...dull.

I glared at a mother who was leading a small child to the swings and, resigning myself to the fact that I didn't really have another choice, I chose to suck it up.

-Twenty minutes later-

Having finally gained enough willpower to get myself out of the cardoor, I winced as I heard someone yell my name. "Sherrr-lock!" I swore loudly and slammed the door shut.

"Sherly!"

I would recognize that irritatingly friendly voice anywhere.

"What do you want, Watson!?" I snapped, pushing past him.

"Geez," he said, eyeing me. "PMS."

"Assuming that that wasn't the answer to my question, can I deduce that you somehow think yourself clever enough to actually help me?"

"...yes."

-1/2 hour later-

I'd finally left the parking lot, and was currently waltzing angrily down the path of the park. 30 more seconds and I'd have reached the edge of the playground. Damn.

Beside me, Watson chattered excitedly about all things idiotic.

"So, like, Selena Gomez got a new boyfriend, and, like..." He suddenly broke off dreamily. "I wish I could do that. Get a boyfriend, I mean."

I'd known he was gay for a while, so the news did not disturb me especially. His expression, and his eyes (which were fixed on me), did, however, and I was about to say so when-

BAM!

"SHIT!" I yelled-