When Sherlock and John pulled up to the station, a scene of pure chaos greeted them. All of the employees were corralled in a room, waiting to be interviewed. Only those in Lestrade's team were moving freely, and they were desperately trying to find some evidence that would acquit their colleague.
Lestrade was receiving a report from one of his detectives when he spotted Sherlock. He quickly cut the man off and hurried over to debrief Sherlock.
'Look', he said, with a stressed undertone to his voice, 'I know that you will want to taunt Anderson and lock him behind bars for life, but I need you to please, please, investigate this and tell the truth.' Sherlock looked at Lestrade sharply, but then dipped his head into a nod. Seeing this, Lestrade continued his tale, seeming slightly reassured but still worried. 'The body was found in the janitor's closet. It's still there. Anderson was the one who discovered it, said he could smell it, but the body had only been dead 4 hours and it still doesn't smell of rotting meat. Rigor mortis was just setting in. The man was called Rob Martin, and had just started working here as a forensic scientist. He was rising quickly, which is a possible motive. Anyway, he is currently in the morgue if you want to check it out and you have a date with Anderson in two hours. Until then, you have a free rein to look around and shed some light on this.'
Sherlock strode off without another word, leaving Lestrade looking back at him hopefully. John also walked towards the building and crime scene, when he saw Donovan out of the corner of his eye. He grinned again, as he saw the perfect opportunity to rile another of Sherlock's haters.
'Be there soon Sherlock!' he called, and received a raised hand in reply.
Donovan had clearly been expecting this, ever since John had caught eyes with her. She had walked over, possibly to position herself closer to Lestrade, who could stop the brunt of John's attack. Lestrade however, walked away to continue interviewing the many workers.
'Donovan, how are you feeling? It must be hard, since you and Anderson were so close.' asked John, with a slightly mocking tone.
'Oh, I'm just fine, and Anderson will be too. He's innocent, you know.'
'But surely you can see what's happened, Donovan. Anderson likes his job. He gets off on it. The weirder the crime, the more he gets off. And you know what? Today just showing up wasn't enough. Today we are standing around a body and Anderson was the one who put it there.' Donovan stared with hatred at John, but had nothing to say in reply. She merely stared at him, before walking off. John smiled again, feeling that he was doing it far too often for a crime scene, but he couldn't help himself. Revenge, he thought, is sweet.