Welcome Back, Freak
"Hey, this is a crime scene! You can't tamper with the evidence."
"I am well aware this is a crime scene, Anderson. That is why I am here." Sherlock intoned.
Anderson looked frightened. "You're, uh alive?"
"I'm not quite sure. Will you make sure, Molly?"
Molly giggled and kissed Sherlock's cheek. "I think so."
"Hey Donavan!" Anderson shouted. "Freak's got a girlfriend."
Donavan came up behind him. "Are you hallucinating again, Anderson?"
"I'm not, tell me I'm not hallucinating Sally." Anderson begged.
"No, you're not." Sally said calmly. She stepped up to Sherlock and narrowed her eyes at him. Without warning, she raised her hand and slapped him.
Sherlock gasped and clutched the side of his face.
"What was that for?" Molly asked angrily.
"That is for all the headaches you've caused us Sherlock Holmes. Welcome back, freak."
Sherlock looked confused but then smiled. "You're much more observant than they give you credit for, Donavan."
"I'll take that as a compliment. I've had to deal with Anderson three years to long."
"What's going on, this is a crime scene! Anderson, get back to work!" Lestrade voice sounded strained.
"Is Scotland Yard out of their depths again, Lestrade?"
Lestrade searched for sound of the detective's familiar voice. "Sherlock Holmes."
Sherlock grinned and rocked back and forth on his heels.
"Get over here, we need you analysis." Lestrade dragged Sherlock towards the body. Molly started to follow but Donavan's voice stopped her.
"Good luck with him. You'll need it."
Molly smiled. "Oh, I know."