For johnsarmylady who challenged me to write a 221 B for Halloween. It got out of hand and now it's a two 221 b story!

I don't own BBC Sherlock nor any fictional works mentioned here.


John and Sherlock stormed out of the "crime scene", or what was supposed to be one.

"I can't believe it, really, I mean I knew Anderson was an idiot but this was just crossing the line!"

"Calm down John, the man has inherited not a single useful brain cell by some genetic miracle, you really can't expect much from him!"

John continued as if he had not heard Sherlock's less than flattering portray of the man in question. "And to think that Sally was in on it as well! God, I thought she at least had more sense in her than that. How could she take part in such a horrid prank that-that- that witch!"

They both stopped mid-track. Sherlock turned to John "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

John grinned mischievously "We're gonna need some supplies!"

John and Sherlock went to the morgue and found Molly. She gulped when she heard what they were asking from her "Why do you need such a bizarre thing for?"

"Well, it's almost the season for trick or treating, and we thought about participating in the holidays activities." Sherlock supplied.

Molly's face remained impassive. She turned to John.

"We're playing a prank on Anderson, he just went too far." John explained.

Molly grinned "I'm in!"

John smirked "It's time for a little pay back!"


Lestrade was dumbfounded "That's so weird!"

Sherlock smiled manically "That's the beauty of it!"

Lestrade kept staring "It's like something from a sci-fi movie."

"Now that you mentioned it, I think I did see something like this in Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles!" John joked.

"Won't it give him a heart attack?" Lestrade asked doubtfully.

Sherlock smirked "Oh please, don't be ridiculous Lestrade! This is the closet he'll ever get to one in his entire life time!"

John snorted "You sure know how to put disgusting matters in the most flattering way Sherlock!"

"Why thank you John!"

"It wasn't… never mind, Um, Greg? You might wanna dismiss any sensitive people on the team. Cleaning up after the squeamish ones is going to be such a pain."

Lestade just nodded with an absent look on his face, unable to look away from the container. John lead him out of the room while Sherlock picked up the container and took it into Anderson's office.

When Anderson entered his office, he found a covered cylinder on his desk with a card resting against it. On it read: "Since you need one so desperately, we thought to provide you with one!"

Anderson uncovered the package to find a glass canister. In the slightly greenish liquid was floating, complete with the attached spine, a full human brain.


Hope you liked it, and please review. Should I write their revenge on Sally as well?