10/21/2011
Anderson knew he had to keep his cool. He knew Sherlock would soon be arriving to the crime scene. He didn't even care if Sherlock was confident enough to contaminate the evidence. He was just praying that he wouldn't do one of his 'magic tricks' on himself and Donovan. Even though no-one knew how he did it, it was well-proven he was more than capable of discovering peoples secrets. What Anderson had done though, was unintentionally create a cloak over his secret, hiding it from even the great psychopath himself. It all began when his wife went out of town for the week. He began to get vivid flashbacks of the evening before.
Anderson had been sending constant texts to Sally. He knew she was the only person that would be able to help him with his predicament. As Anderson awaited her arrival, he anxiously guarded the door to his garden shed. He hoped the neighbours didn't hear the racket from within. Containing such a secret from humanity itself was a ridiculous task. Anderson couldn't even lie about having brushed his teeth on the occasions that he didn't, let alone the monstrosity he'd been locked away from the outside world. It was as the pressure of holding off the beast became too much that Sally conveniently arrived.
"I got your texts" she as she walked through the open side gate.
Anderson wasn't sure how to break it to her. He'd hardly believed it himself when he first laid eyes on it. It was both so wrong, yet so irresistible. He'd even had himself tested for drug traces in his system after the second encounter with the beast. Up until just recently, he'd thought the results had been mistaken.
"Yes," Anderson spoke with his standard nasal voice, hiding his nervousness, "I have secret I'd like to show you."
Sally raised an eyebrow.
"You know how I haven't been entirely faithful to my spouse…" he began.
Everyone had their suspicions on who he'd been sleeping with, the logical assumption was indeed Sergeant Donovan, but in actuality they were only close friends.
"…Well, I'd like it if you brace yourself" Anderson spoke with a quiver in his voice that unnerved the both of them. What could Anderson possibly have hidden in his shed? Donovan dreaded to think, but she let out a scream of terror as he opened the door.
It stared into her eyes. And she stared back. The creature's were wild and wicked towards the centre, yet sober and tamed around the edges.
"I'd like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Pickford."
"That's a fucking dinosaur!" roared Sally, "How the fuck does that dinosaur even exist?" She flailed and made involuntary noises that he thought no human could be capable of. Anderson tensed his whole body over and tried to keep his voice as low as possible.
"Keep your voice down" he whispered.
"That's. A. Fucking. Dinosaur." She repeated, giving enormous emphasis on each word.
"I know, and I have no idea where it came from or how it got into my backyard in the first place, but I knew I had to keep it hidden from the outside world."
Donovan pulled frustrated and confused looks.
"You said he was your boyfriend…"
"The term 'friends with benefits' is the term I'd prefer to use"
"You're a bigger freak than that Holmes!" she screeched.
Anderson began regret this entire situation. He knew from a young age he loved dinosaurs. They were his passion for his entire childhood. Even part of his obsession leaked into his adulthood from every now and then.
"Sally, I asked you to come here because I need your help. I can't get rid of him on my own."
Sally paused to think, but eventually agreed.
"I'm only doing this for your health and sanity, Barney." She said.
"Don't call me by my name. You know I hate it." He replied sternly.
"We just need to get rid of him before anyone finds out."
