Literally this is like a paragraph long. Enjoy your Adlock.
(Also, hopefully a Welcome To Night Vale fic should be coming out of the works soon? If i don't completely fuck it up? Possibly multi-chaptered? Probably multi-chaptered?)
Yet another crime, and another day that Sherlock has stolen valuable evidence. Ah, the joys of being a part of Scotland Yard.
Mrs. Hudson lets them in, murmuring about silly boys and their bad habits, and the officers make their way up the stairs.
Lestrade opens the door, holding it for them to step through.
Donovan and Anderson enter first, then the rest file in, Lestrade coming in last.
But as they walk in, they all pretty much freeze.
Sherlock is sitting on one of the chairs, completely shirtless, hair an absolute mess, laying in a pile of ruffled sheets that obscured his lower half.
That, however, was not the shocking part- no, that was the beautiful woman practically draped across him, red lips twisted into a smirk and- get this- completely naked... Except for Sherlock's precious coat.
"Do come in," she said, smirking.
The nearby door inside opened and John shuffled in, bleary-eyed. He glanced at the couple on the couch and then rolled his eyes, unfazed.
"Please wear clothing on the couch. If you're going to shag, do it in your own bed." he groaned.
Anderson's eyes rolled back into his head, and he fainted.