The squad getting harassed again by the muse. Enjoy! :-}
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Lestrade ordered loudly to his team, "Keep looking, guys." Then he turned towards Sherlock, "Or you could help us properly and I'll stand them down."
Sherlock let out an annoyed sigh, "Fine, I'll help! Now stand them down, I had enough of them demolishing my living quarters."
Lestrade hid a grin behind his hand, "Alright guys, that's enough. He's going to cooperate." He called to his team.
Anderson looked up, then took of the lid of the sugar bowl and looked in. Donovan sniffed at the dish holding the eyeballs.
"Okay guys, that's enough snooping." Lestrade called out to his team.
Everyone seemed reluctant to let go of their task.
John rubbed his eyes in frustration.
"If they don't stop their snooping, I won't help you." Sherlock said getting more irritated by the second.
"That's enough guys!" Lestrade called to his team again, to no avail.
"PUT EVERYTHING DOWN!" Came an authoritative shout, "NOW!"
Everyone in the room froze. Sherlock slowly turned towards John and looked at him with awe. John was standing with his back straight and his eyes flashing.
Some of the younger members of the squad put down what they were holding. A Constable was holding the Union Jack pillow. John glared at him and he dropped it on the sofa. He sighed in relief when John gave a curt nod in approval and shifted his gaze elsewhere.
"Who gave you the authority to give us orders?" Anderson said defiantly.
"You weren't listening to your superior officer." John answered sternly. "I just delivered his orders."
"I'm the head of the forensic team; I don't have to take orders from you!" Anderson spat.
"Well, I'm an army captain and this is my flat, so what I say goes!" John said firmly.
"Ex-army, and this isn't a military camp."
"Don't test me!" John said from behind gritted teeth.
"I'd listen to him if I were you Anderson." Lestrade warned.
"Or what?" Anderson said stubbornly.
"Okay, that's it." John said letting out a huff of breath. Then his eyes turned hard. "Drop and give me twenty!" He said firmly.
"Wha-?"
"THIRTY, NOW!"
Anderson paled and dropped on the floor and started doing push-ups.
Everyone looked at John apprehensively. John cleared his throat, "Now, I suggest if you don't want to join him leave the flat." He said sternly.
Everyone bolted for the door. The flat was empty except for John, Sherlock, and Lestrade. Anderson bailed along with everyone else.
John turned to Lestrade, "Now that is how you give a stand down order." He said with a bright smile.
"That was more like a stand to arms order if you ask me." Lestrade said nervously.
John gave him a wry smile, "Yeah, okay, enough chit-chat. Back to the case. Sherlock?"
Sherlock shook himself out of his trance. "Yes, well, the victim…"
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