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"Did you bring him in?"
"You know I did Anderson. No one has the faintest idea where to go with this one."
"You haven't even tried."
"Well, go on. You try it. Figure out what happened, why they did it, and who is responsible. I'd like to see your skills of deduction."
"Well let's not be rash. I can't just guess…"
"We all know you can't guess the colour of a marshmallow to save your life Anderson, what's different this time? Were you exercising his tiny brain George?"
"Greg, you know it's Greg."
"Hey, I'm standing right here you know! You can't just…"
"Can you comprehend words now? My, my, you've come a long way."
"Leave it Sherlock. What have you got for us?"
"Not sure yet. Let you know when I do."
"Ah. So the Great Consulting Detective does have flaws. We're all stunned."
"Oh, shut up Anderson!"
"No, no, let the invalid speak. I imagine all those thoughts are pressing painfully against his skull. John told me I should ease a person's pain if I had the capacity to do so."
"Sherlock…"
"What do you want Lestrade? Go bother someone else."
"Fine. C'mon Anderson, we're gonna go over the back room for prints again."
"No, I think I'll stay here, swab around the body, maybe do a little prodding. Our famous detective needs a little help."
"It's your neck. Don't come whining to me when he insults your intellect. God knows he's not too far off the mark when you get it in your head to be stubborn."
"Looks like you've grown a backbone since I've last had the misfortune to… ah… encounter you."
"Trust me, walking in on you wearing only a sheet, barely covering you, wasn't a highlight of my life either."
"You paint such a charming picture. Sure you wouldn't be better off as a sculpture artist?"
"The sociopath cracks a joke. Throw a party."
"I see you finally deigned to use a dictionary, and label things as they are correctly titled."
"No. Just too bloody sick of listening to your 'I'm a high-functioning sociopath'. Gets on everyone's nerves."
"What on earth are you doing?!"
"Swabbing for foot or finger prints. Like you're supposed to. You do know that someone collects the evidence you use to 'solve' your cases, don't you? It doesn't just appear at the desk in the St Bart's labs. The Yard does do something."
"If that's how you've been obtaining your evidence all these years, no wonder you're absolute rubbish."
"Watch it detective. You're not just insulting me this time, you're insulting the Scotland Yard."
"Whoops. I fail to see how that changes the facts."
"The Yard's been around a lot longer than you, and it's gotten on just fine without you. Just remember, when you're long dead and decomposed, the Yard will still be solving cases and saving lives."
" You're absolutely correct Anderson. I apologise profusely."
"Really?"
"I must admit, your perception of what you consider important has improved greatly during my absence."
"Well…"
"Though, I'm afraid the same cannot be said for your recognition of sarcasm."
"One day Sherlock, I swear to God…"
"I'll be waiting. Now if you don't mind, I've got a dismembered body to attend."
