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It had been weeks now and Anderson felt like losing his mind! Everytime when Sherlock is entering a crime scene, he is insulting him and always staring at this damn phone of is! Not even properly paying attention at the scene in front of him!
"There is something on his phone…" he mumbled once to Donovan, but she just shrugged it off as Sherlock's typical freaky self. But it couldn't be. Anderson himself noticed it the first week were John lost that bet and wore these cat ears. After another weak, the man could swear that the doctor was having a sudden erection. Of course he didn't show that he noticed, not everyone is like that idiot consulting detective and embarrass other people.
But Anderson was sure that Sherlock was the cause of this. He was tipping like always on his phone and watched curiously when John gasped and stiffened. Anderson was watching a while, John looking around and flinching as he watched Anderson watching him. "Hehe…" he chuckled nervously, quickly straightening up and walking away from the corpse and jumping lightly as if something hit his butt. That only had made the doctor leave the crime scene even faster with bright flushing face.
Since then he watched them more often. Obviously, there is something very mysterious about that detective's phone. There just must be, otherwise, Sherlock would have noticed weeks ago that Anderson is watching them.
And then, the moment came where he found the answer.
The yard just finished their last case and Sherlock and his partner were still lingering around the building. Sherlock was tipping on his damn phone again but quickly let it disappear in his pocket of his coat when John appeared. Anderson watched them talking, the doctor having a light embarrassed blush again. Sherlock's tipping must be the cause of course. Then Greg appeared, said something to them and they both followed his boss out the room.
Anderson stared at the phone which fell on the floor when Sherlock passed by. His pocket must have a hole. Anderson made sure that Sherlock had left the room when he quickly made his move on it. He picked it up and tipped it on. Password.
"Shit…" Anderson muttered. He sat back on his desk and thought.
…Freak?
Wrong
…Asshole?
Wrong
…Heartless?
Wrong
Hmm...The Woman?
Wrong
…John?
Wrong
Anderson sighed. He watched a woman with a girl walking past them. In the distance he heard the girl talking to an officer about her lost kitty.
Wait! Anderson remembered John talking about something like a pet from Sherlock….
Redbart?
Wrong
Readbart?
Wrong
…Redbeard?
Anderson screamed in victory, even jumping up in the air. He didn't care that everyone was watching him weirdly, he finally smarted out that freak of an detective!
He sat back in his chair and checking out Sherlock's stuff.
"Watson-App?"
He opened the app and stared at the tiny cute MiniJohn smiling up at him. Yes, a miniature of John Watson. Obviously, with the smile and the blond hair and the jumper.
Anderson saw beside the MiniJohn nice blue writings.
Points: 1.576
Levels
Anderson opened the levels and saw that apparently, Sherlock was quite busy. "Level 24?"
The brunette started the level. "I think he won't mind me playing it," he smirked at this.
…
John watched his friend following Lestrade. He sighed and made his way home.
"Hmm…" he hummed. Today was quiet. Many weeks ago, this perverted ghost of Bakerstreet was molesting him with gropes and touches and kisses on necks and gropes and Sherlock's voice-
John blushed at that. Sherlock's voice really crawled into someone's skin.
But still, the doctor noticed the peace, no groping, touching, whispering in the most inappropriate places. He sighed relieved. Maybe the ghost finally got bored at left him alone.
…
Greg watched Sherlock stopping suddenly. "Come on Sherlock, I know I should have told you about Mycroft but-"
"Where is my phone?" he interrupted and both hands grabbed into his pockets. The DI watched him widen his eyes in shock and staring into one of his pockets. "A hole." Sherlock whispered.
"What?"
"A hole in my pocket."
"Sherlock, what-"
Sherlock ran away back where he thought he might have lost it.
…
Sherlock sighed relieved when he saw Anderson with it. That idiot might be still trying to crack his password. Idiot.
"Why are you calling me and idiot?" Anderson glared at him.
"Oh, I said it out loud, didn't I?"
Anderson shook his head and tipping away on Sherlock's phone.
"Give it back."
"Say please."
Sherlock glared at him, not liking that attitude from him. "I said, give it back."
"So, Redbeard, huh?" Anderson smiled mockingly at the shocked detective. Sherlock stared at him before jumping him to get his phone back.
"GIVE IT TO ME!"
"NEVER!"
They were fighting for a while when the phone fell out of Anderson's grasp. They both stared at it and Sherlock fell to the floor when the other shoved him away. Anderson fell when Sherlock grabbed him by the ankle.
Both were pulling and shoving at each other and both almost reached it when it was picked up by Donovan. "What are you doing?" She snapped at them both. The men stared at her in surprise (Anderson) and horror (Sherlock).
She looked at the phone. "Watson-App? You really are a freak…" Sherlock stared at her as she smirked and lifted her hand to tip on something.
"Donovan! NO!" Sherlock shouted and the woman looked at him with a mock surprise when she tipped on it. She let the phone fall into her colleague's' hands and laughed while walking back to her desk.
"What did you doWHATDIDYOUDO!?" Sherlock snapped and pulled at Anderson's hands. Anderson watched him paling when he stared at the picture on the phone.
"JOOOOHN!" He screamed as he jumped to his feet and running away.
...
John was cooking some meal when he noticed that the fridge was open lightly and closed it. He walked to his bowl and mixed his eggs again. John hummed a song he remembered and put the bowl back on the table.
"Huh?"
The fridge was lightly open again. John closed it and went to the oven and pulled out the unused pan. "Sherlock must have broken the fridge door again…" he sighed and placed the pan on the cooker, turning it on. He put oil in it and was about to put the mixed eggs in it when something slimy touched his ankle.
"!" John stared shockingly down to his feet, nothing was there. But the fridge door was open again. "What the…" John sighed, walking to the fridge again. "A strange experiment again?"
When he opened the fridge he froze as a violet, slimy tentacle shot out and touched his chin to move up all his face. Wide eyes he stared at those moving and growing tentacles in the fridge. Slowly he took few steps back, watching the tentacles moving closer to him.
He shouted shocked as one slimy thing shot out and moved under his shirt, ripping it open.
"WHAT THE-!" John blushed as he stared at his ripped shirt and back to the tentacles.
John remembered when he was a little boy he was frightened when he found the 'dirty stuff' from Harriet. There was tentacle hentai as well. He was crying by his mother and Harry got one hell of trouble with their parents.
"Karma will get you little brother…" Harriet growled at little John.
Karma will get you…John thought, blushing even more and freezing when another tentacle touching his face again and another his now bare chest. He shivered in disgust. When yet another moved up to the frozen doctor and crawled into his waistband of his trousers, John quickly took a heated pan and punched the pervert thing with it.
All tentacles pulled away shortly, enough time for the blond to run from the kitchen. He heard things being thrown around and ran up to his room. With a glance over his shoulder he shouted as the tentacles quickly caught up with him.
"Fuck you HARRIET!" John screamed as he reached his room and slammed the door shut, leaning against it as the pervert beast crashed against the door. Shit shit shit!
John stared around his room in panic. His gun was no solution. Only if…NO! Suicide only in last resort!
John shook his head. He wasn't that desperate…
*SLAM!*
…Was he?
John yelped as he felt the wet thing on his ankle and he stared at his feet to see the tentacle wriggling under the door and up his leg.
The blond shivered and quickly jumped away from the door, cursing loudly as the door burst open. John stared at the window.
…
"JOHN!" Sherlock shouted as he reached the Bakerstreet. "JOHN!"
Sherlock stared in shock as he saw John jumping out his room window. Behind him there were those monstrosities that Sally tapped on his phone. Sherlock quickly ran and managed to catch his friend in time.
"Sherlock!?"
"John!"
"RUN!" John screamed and Sherlock ran.
"YOU BASTARD WHAT DID YOU PUT IN OUR FRIDGE!?"
…
Sherlock took care of the monster in the fridge after bringing John to a safer place (the street farther down, John was quiet annoyed when the other people stared at him strangely).
In the end, the tentacles were defeated and the consulting detective completely blushing red from the creatures…ministrations to convince him otherwise it seemed. By the last slap on his butt, Sherlock smashed his foot down on the last tentacle and shoved it into another sack. Mycroft's agents were waiting outside, not able to deal with this thing in the fridge.
Sherlock was able to ignore most of it, maybe that's why it never got further than groping around.
He sighed when the final bag was out of their home. "Damn Anderson…"
Now he definitely had a problem to worry about.
