Laser Tag
"Laser tag?"
"Yeah!"
Sergeant Donovan, Detective Inspector Lestrade and the world's only Consulting Detective stared at Anderson.
"Are you out of your mind? Don't, Sherlock," Lestrade added hurriedly. Sherlock closed his mouth a little sadly. "John was in the army, Anderson. The army. None of us would stand a chance against him."
"I promise I'll go easy!"
"No you won't."
"No, I probably won't."
"Besides, you might have a flashback, and nobody wants that, least of all you," Sherlock's silky tone was working on the soldier; his shoulders sagged and his body deflated a bit as he was led away by his flatmate.
"You're right, I suppose. Would've been fun though. Maybe next time."
"Maybe."
Donovan breathed out once they were out of sight.
"That was close."
"Laser tag? Seriously, Anderson?"
"Alright, alright; stupid idea."
"Definitely."
"What about paintball?"
"No!"
A/N:
I'm sorry, were you expecting point? Haha, we don't have that sort of stuff around here!
(you have no idea how tired I am. why, why, why am I not going to bed?)
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