*I don't own Sherlock. BBC does.

"I refuse to work anywhere near this nutcase anymore!" Anderson and Sergeant Donovan screamed simultaneously.

DI Lestrade closed his eyes and began to rub his temples, hoping that the pain of this problem would fade away. Soon.

"He's the best we got," Lestrade sighed.

"We've solved cases without him before," Donovan seethed, "the Scotland Yard does not, should not, depend on one man!"

"How many lives has he saved? How many crimes has he justified? We would have put away many an innocent man and have several more boxes of cold cases without Mr. Holmes!" Lestrade hissed back.

"He may have done all that sir, or he may have set you up. He may have set us all up. Goddammit, he may have set all of bloody England up!" Anderson muttered.

"Anderson! Will you shut up? To hell with your friggin' conspiracy theories," Lestrade fumed. "How about this? Plan A: I fire the both of you and pray to never see your repugnant faces again or Plan B: You two just shut your mouths."

"We'll take Plan B..." Donovan trailed off uncertainly.

"Great-" Lestrade sighed in relief.

"On one condition," Anderson said.

"What?" Lestrade muttered, frustrated.

"We never work with that psychopath ever again," Anderson stated. Donovan's face lit up with the possibility.

I'll find someone better than these bozos. Someone not currently in the Scotland Yard. Someone that both Sherlock and I can trust (John's a bit too loyal to him). "Sure," Lestrade said with a smile. And he's not a psychopath, he's a high-functioning sociopath.

A/N: Yes, I know it's short. But please review. :)