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Sherlock dragged Anderson through the shop until the found where the dogs were being trained. Sherlock had hoped that they could finish their business in the shop quickly as it meant that they could get to the case quicker. At the back of the shop there were two dog handlers and a few dogs. The dogs were large Labrador sized dogs with large floppy ears were doing as they were told, also there was a puppy with an overly large head and paws was running around the area and yelping at everything it saw. One of the handlers who actually hated dogs was trying to get the puppy to sit down and was failing. Anderson stood on his tip toes and looked over the crowd that had come to squeal at the puppy. Sherlock sighed at how people could be so amazed at a dog, they weren't exactly uncommon in London, maybe it was because the shop was in lock down and there was no other form of entrainment. Anderson couldn't help but go "Aww." at the puppy as it started to chase its tail. There was very few things on this world Anderson actually liked, but he did have a soft spot for puppies, he didn't know why he did he thought it was that they did stupid things and looked cute while doing them. Sherlock fake coughed loudly at Anderson and stopped him squealing at the dog. Anderson stopped acting like a girl and acted if nothing happened.
"So how are we going to get the dog then?" Anderson asked as he tried to pretend he didn't fawn over a dog. Sherlock stayed quiet for a few moments and started to pace the floor. He was thinking again. "Do you want me to turn around? Is my face putting you off again?" Sherlock made a gesture with his arm and continued pacing the floor. Anderson turned around and faced the wall, the things he had to do for Sherlock Holmes. It was an around five minutes later he turned around and looked at Sherlock again, who was still pacing around the shop.
"Have you thought of an idea yet?" Anderson asked hoping that Sherlock had actually come out with an idea that would be of any use. Sherlock grumbled something and continued walking and occasionally mumbling something. This was a day that Anderson thought he would never see, the great Sherlock Holmes, had not one single idea. For once in his life Anderson felt like a genius…well actually he wasn't as he didn't have any ideas either. Sherlock stopped his wandering as everybody was looking at him.
"What are you looking at?" He growled "I am thinking and all of you are putting me off. Go and look at those dogs, hopefully they will satisfy your short attention spans." People groaned and rolled their eyes at the detective as they turned their backs to go and watch the dog again. "Idiots." Sherlock grumbled.
Anderson felt the need to explain Sherlock's behaviour to everyone as a way to apologise for Sherlock's comment. "He works with chemicals, and he has inhaled a lot of them this morning and they make him go crazy…more than usual." People made the expected comments that would apply to the lie Anderson made up. "Not those types of chemicals. The ones you would find in a science classroom but they are more explosive." If looks could kill, Anderson would have been dead from the one that Sherlock was sending him right now. It clearly said 'If you would like to live after this shopping trip, I advise you to shut up, or I will find a new use for a tin opener that I have not thought of yet.'
Sherlock stopped glaring at Anderson when he heard his phone go off again. He pulled it out of his pocket and checked the message. It was Mycroft.
I am really am enjoying the show that you are conducting in Tesco. You should have your own television show. –MH
Well hello to you too, dear brother. Is there not a moment of the day when you feel the need to not spy on me? –SH
I'm not spying on you; I'm just looking after you. –MH
I don't need to be looked after. I am sure that every moment of my life fantasizing to you, but don't you have something better to do than watch me. –SH
I don't. –MH
How about I suggest some things you could do. You could: polish the handle of your umbrella, eat some cake and then go on another diet. Or you could take up a new hobby; I suggest origami as you won't get your suit dirty but watch out for paper cuts. –SH
Don't bring the diet into this. –MH
I just have and I can bring it up again. –SH
Don't be so childish. If you keep acting so, I am sure that your friends at Scotland Yard would love to know about how you wanted to be a pirate when you were little. And that is just the tip of the iceberg. –MH
And I am sure that Mummy will love to hear about who ate cousins Matilda's wedding cake. Or your incident with the rubber duck. –SH
You promised not to tell anyone about the rubber duck. That could ruin me if that gets out. –MH
I know. Stop spying on me and it stays secret. –SH
Fine. Its Mummy that wants me to check up on you…most of the time. I recommend that you see what Anderson is doing. –MH
Sherlock looked up from his phone before he was getting dragged by Anderson who was carrying something that was shielded by his jacket. Anderson dragged Sherlock into the garden section and into a display model of a garden shed. Anderson looked out of the window and ducked down. He opened his coat and the puppy hopped out and chased its tail for a moment then attaching itself to Sherlock's face.
Sherlock squirmed and started to make a fuss over the puppy that was now licking him. "Anderson it is attacking me. Help!" He tried to move but the puppy had launched its self on his chest and was surprisingly heavy for a small dog. Anderson rolled his eyes before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a biscuit, he threw it to the other side of the shed and the dog ran for it.
"How did you manage to get the puppy? There was at least thirty people watching the stupid mutt and there was two dog handlers." Sherlock wondered how someone like Anderson managed to do something right without causing something to explode.
"It wasn't that hard." Anderson said smugly "I don't know why you struggled so much just to think of a way to do it."
"Anderson ,just get straight to the point or I will dedicate a website to your naked photos and get my brother to place it on every web page on every computer in Britain. And I will keep contaminating your crime scenes." Sherlock mentally face palmed himself for his last threat, he had a good thing going but then he just messed it up by saying that. Maybe it would get Anderson to stop droning on and on about how he was smarter than Sherlock Holmes.
Anderson took the threat and went straight to the point. He didn't want any more contaminated crime scenes as Sherlock would do something to make his job harder like get John to pee on a body with him to destroy the evidence.
"First of all I thought of distraction with sound to get the dogs attention, so I said the normal things to a dog like 'Come here boy.' and 'Want to go for a walk?' those didn't really work so I made noises like a cat." Sherlock imagined Anderson wearing a pair of cat ears and a tail meowing loudly. Sherlock wondered if he should cut down on his work with chemicals if he imagined things like this. "Then I did the most obvious thing there was an free sample for a type of biscuit so I dropped it on the ground and the puppy went to eat it and I took the dog."
Sherlock nodded "That is impressive for you Anderson. You managed to get the dog without being arrested yet. Your pictures and your crime scenes are safe for now." Sherlock checked the time, he had been in the shop for four hours. Four hours since he had to go and get the milk but he ended up causing a lock in and not being arrested. That was impressive and it should be a new world record at least. 'The most amount of trouble caused in Tesco's without being arrested' longest time four hours. Sherlock was going to get John to see if there was a record for that when he came back.
Hearing out loud what he had just done Anderson was worried about what he would do next in the shop. He had already done something that might be a criminal offence for Sherlock Holmes. If you told him yesterday that he would spend the day in a locked in supermarket with Sherlock Holmes he would of laughed in your face but this was real and he couldn't wait for the day to end.
