"Hello freak,"
John raised an eyebrow as the woman in front of them called Sherlock freak. Sherlock seemed not to mind it.
"I'm here to see Detective Inspector Lestrade," he said looking around.
"Why?" the woman questioned him.
Sherlock turned his look and gazed at her, "I was invited."
"Why?" she asked again.
"Think he wants me to take a look," he said giving her a look like she's an idiot.
"Do you know what I think, don't you?" she uttered.
"Always, Sally." He ducked beneath the police tape, his nostrils began moving, smelling her. "You know you didn't make it home last night." He stated the skin between his brows pinching.
She gave him a puzzled look. John stepped forwards to get on the other side but Sally stopped him, still having that look on her face.
"Uh… who's this?"
"Colleague of mine, Doctor Watson" he said "Doctor Watson, Sergeant Sally Donovan."
He introduced them, his eyes fixed on Sally the whole time, a suspension look on his face.
"A colleague," sally eyed him up and down with a smirk playing on her lips. "How'd you get a colleague?"
"Did he follow you home?" John hesitated for a moment and was about to take a step back.
"It's better if I just go…"
"No," Sherlock snapped, raising the tape up for him to enter, turning the other way. John slide over.
"Freak is here. Bringing him in." they walked toward the building, Sherlock observing the outside. His eyes shift from the concrete ground to Anderson walking up to him.
"Oh, Anderson here we are again." Sherlock drawled. Anderson barked at him something about not to mess up the crime scene.
"Is your wife away for long?" Sherlock stated
"Oh don't pretend you worked that out. Somebody told you that." Anderson scowled.
"Your deodorant told me that." Sherlock said curtly, distracting the man.
"My deodorant?"
"It's for men." He stated.
"Well, of course, it's for men. I'm wearing it." Anderson exclaimed.
"So is Sergeant Donavan," Sherlock glanced over to where Sally was standing. Anderson spun around and looked at her.
"Now, look whatever you trying to imply-"
"I'm not trying to imply anything," Sherlock called over his shoulder, passing Anderson.
"I'm sure Sally came around for a nice little chat and just happened to stay over." He stated, he glared at Sally when their eyes met on his way to the entrance door. He spun around for a second, gave her a smirk and entered.
John wasn't sure if he heard it right or not. Most of the time when Sherlock tend to 'insult' someone he was cool about it. But this time his expressions and pitch totally changed. There was a hint of irritation in his voice. Was Sherlock annoyed?
He glanced at both Anderson and Sally before following Sherlock in.
9:53 PM:
It's not what you think. Yes, I stayed over but for something else than what your detective brain assumed.
SD
Anderson and his wife had a raw. I went to comfort him. And stayed over cause it was too late to come back home.
SD
I WAS NOT SHAGGING ANDERSON!
SD
SHERLOCK BLOODY HOLMES, ANSWER ME!
SD
10:02 PM:
John's out, staying over at his date's house. Come over.
SH
Need some company.
SH
Sherlock Holmes might be a genius, but he is a total Moran when he's jealous.
Sally smiled to herself and grabbed her coat. She should pick up some takeaway before taking a cab to 221b.
A/N: Just a little idea came to my mind while I was watching Sherlock (again. loll)
Thought how would it be if Sally and Sherlock been in a relationship. Hope you liked it.
I don't owe Sherlock, definitely.
Kisses xoxox