Don't ask - I was at work and had this crazy idea to do a week in the life of Anderson. So I did, hehe. Anyway it's meant to be in diary format because we all know Anderson has his own diary and writes in it frequently.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. I really wish I did, but I don't :(

Warnings: Mainly language - some slight swear words, oh and your IQ might get lowered, but don't blame me!

Enjoy.

Anderson's Diary - If this diary falls into the wrong hands, please return it. If Freak gets hold of this - I WILL KILL YOU - That is all.

Monday - 25th May - 2011.

6am - I wake up, change out of my dinosaur pyjamas (A present - from me, to me) and go style my lego hair (I didn't name it that, just to let you know. Freak did one day and now it's caught on around Scotland Yard, Grr.) Anyway, I style my - amazing lego hair - and go down to breakfast.

7am - Yes it did take me an hour to do my hair. No I'm not a girl. I need to keep Sally interested, you see, and I'm starting to get suspicious about her - and a certain DI Dimmock. She doesn't seem to be able to take her eyes off of him - and I can't work out why. I mean he's younger (and therefore less experienced, if you catch my drift ;)) and not nearly as handsome as I am. Hmmm.

7:15am - After daydreaming about Sally for the past fifteen minutes, I finally put my spaghetti dinosaurs in the microwave (DON'T JUDGE ME) and wait for them to heat up. My mind goes to Freak, and how I haven't seen him for a while. Maybe it's my lucky day.

7:17am- My dinosaurs are done! I pour them over some toast and head for the sofa. I start to name each species of dinosaur and feel proud at my knowledge of these things. I bet freak doesn't know the different dinosaurs. HA.

8am- I spent far too long naming dinosaurs and I'm now stupidly late for work. Ugh, to make matters worse the tube is delayed for some reason, so I'm stood surrounded by other idiots while I wait. One looks like freak and I quickly dive behind a pillar before realising it's actually a woman (Shush).

9:15am- I arrive at work fifteen minutes late, and quickly run to my desk. I see Lestrade heading in my direction looking pissed off. I'll update later.

1:30pm- On lunch and in a very (VERY) bad mood. Want to guess why? He's tall, thin and extremely annoying. Yes you guessed it, SHERLOCK. Confused? Let me explain. Lestrade came in to see me, and told me off for not getting anywhere with the case (like that's my fault!) and then said he was bringing Sherlock in (Grrrrr). We have to go and meet him at the crime scene later.

7pm- Sherlock's just arrived on the crime scene and is now saying something to Sally. I quickly make my way over (to stand up for her) and hear parts of the conversation. Apparently Sally stayed somewhere last night and scrubbed some floors. Well, that's news to me because she wasn't at my place! I was ill last night and so spent the entire night next to the loo puking up. So who's floor was she cleaning? She's now looking slightly shifty and oddly flushed - maybe she's coming down with a fever.. Hmm.

7:15pm- Sherlock just shut the door in my face. How rude! I was only offering him some advice about the case and he goes and does that! Lestrade didn't even stop him. I go outside and notice Sally texting someone - I ask her who it is - and she tells me to keep my big nose out :((

8pm- Sherlock's run off, leaving his boyfriend behind. In my anger I push past him, eager to impress Lestrade again. He gives me a look, but I don't care. He can't even walk properly! Pahh.

9pm - Lestrade gives up. He says there is no point now that Sherlock has left. He and Sally leave in his flash BMW leaving me to clear up the equipment as usual. I was going to ask the other officers to help but they all seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving just me. :(

11pm- Finally get home. What a day! Actually it's pretty much my usual day, but still, Sherlock HAS to ruin it for me! I just want to get into bed with Rufus (my plushie dinosaur, DON'T JUDGE ME) and go to sleep dreaming of Sally - or dinosaurs - whichever is fine by me.

11:30pm- Going to sleep now diary, will write again tomorrow. Anderson signing out.

11:32pm- Maybe I should just check to see if Sally's alright. I'll give her a quick text.

11:33pm- Shit! Sent it to the wife! Arrrghh. Anderson signing out, again.