John ran to the window and looked out, but Irene Adler had already disappeared. He could hear siren. Of course, the shooting. A police car was already pulling up outside, and John could just about make out the figure of Lestrade.
He hurried down the stairs and opened the door, showing the police that there was no longer a threat before they could take position and point a gun at him. Lestrade approached him.
"John, what happened? We heard gun shots."
"Yeah, that was Sherlock. Look, did you see a woman in his coat just now?"
"What? How did a woman get hold of his coat?"
John sighed. "It's a long story. Anyway, you'd better come in, she's injected Sherlock with something. Oh, and you might want to send some people into the living area over there."
"What the Hell is going on here?"
John just shook his head, and led Lestrade upstairs.
"John, if this is some kind of – Christ, Sherlock."
The Detective Inspector moved to kneel beside him and looked at John warily. "Is he - ?"
"It's okay, I think it's harmless. He'll probably just be out for a bit."
"Oh. Well."
"…Hedgehogs…" murmured Sherlock.
John and Lestrade stared at the prone figure on the floor for approximately four seconds, before simultaneously bursting out laughing.
"Wh-what?" giggled John.
"The hedgehogs…" breathed Sherlock. He blinked slowly. "They've got in the otter pen…"
"I-I have to record this." Lestrade pulled out his phone, muffling his laugher with his hand.
"Quickly… call Lestrade… and Mycroft… there's an otter and hedgehog situation…"
Because Sherlock/Lestrade has replaced Sherlock/John as my favourite friendship in this fandom (sorry) and I thought the thing with him recording Sherlock on his phone sounded a bit mean so I made it less mean by having him worried about him first and oh my God why did I write this and the ending is silly bwah -.-"