A lot of people are idiot's John.

"It's for you, freak." John Watson grimaced as a sly smile spread across Sally's face, her fingers held limply around the phone so she could drop it into Holmes' hands, as if his skin would contaminate her.

"Just, lay off will you?" The doctor looked into her glowering face for a moment before following his companion into the crime scene, listening to his half of the phone conversation.

"No, no, no, what? You're an idiot. No." Sherlock shook his head and flipped down the phone before flinging it behind him into John's waiting hands.

"Who was that?"

"No idea." John smiled as they walked into the living room of a small terraced house, finding Anderson stood over a lifeless body.

"Okay, who invited the freak?" The man, looking utterly preposterous in his white overalls, stood up from his position and raised his eyebrows at the 'consulting detective'.

"Lestrade, actually." Without batting an eyelid, Sherlock began to circle the body, causing Anderson's face to turn an unattractive shade of crimson.

"No! I'm handling this case! Get the hell out of here you-you freak!"

"Anderson?" John kept his voice calm, motioning towards the door with his head. "Can I speak to you privately for a second? Trust me."

Anderson narrowed his eyes and looked between the two men before nodding briefly and leaving the room with John.

Sherlock smiled as he heard first the door close, a loud crack and the distinct sound of a head smacking against the door, followed by John returning to the room brushing his hands together and a string of obscenities from Anderson.

"Lestrade won't be happy."

"Are you kidding?" John laughed as he saw Anderson clutch his bloody nose whist throwing a temper tantrum outside the door. "I'd bet any money he's been dying to punch the git in the face for longer than I have!"

The corners of Sherlock's mouth turned up slightly into a definite smile as he turned to his flat mate. "As would I, however he's been working with Anderson for years. You have not. Why did you feel the need to punch him?"

The detective moved his gaze off John and onto the corpse, taking in details John wouldn't see even if he looked for days, whilst leaving the doctor to decipher what it was exactly that made him want to punch the man so much.

"I guess it was because he was irritating.

Sherlock answered without moving his gaze. "Why?"

"Well for starters he kept calling you a freak! And that annoys me because you've got to be an idiot not to realize what you're doing, what you DO, is absolute genius!" John threw his arms up to accentuate the rave.

"A lot of people are idiots John."

"Yeah well, Anderson also has one of those faces you just want to punch!"

I mean come on! Did you not want to punch him?