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A/N: I just want to say thank you for all of the reviews, follows and favorites from all of you. You are all amazing. Also sorry for taking so long to update, mostly as I have been swamped with school work and exams, but thankfully I am free from that.


It didn't take long for Sherlock to find Anderson and the children, mostly as Anderson was one of the most predictable people in the entire planet and basically if Anderson was where's Waldo he would found in the first ten seconds of looking at the page. Sherlock had found Anderson and the children in the toy aisle in the shop, Anderson and Isaac were sitting on the floor playing with toy dinosaurs and were talking about them. Holly, who Sherlock had decided who was his favourite was at least pretending to read a National Geographic magazine ,so she could look more intelligent that the two idiots playing with toy dinosaurs.

Holly turned the page of her magazine and coughed loudly to grab Sherlock's attention. "Nice of you to turn up." She scowled. "You do not know what it is like being stuck with these two idiots."

"I'm afraid that I do." Sherlock sighed. "I work with one of these idiots on crime scenes and if you didn't know which idiot I work with, it is the fully grown man playing with the Diplodocus."

Anderson looked up at Sherlock and slowly put the dinosaur down with a look of longing still wanting to play with it. "I was just making sure that Isaac didn't get bored." Anderson lied, "I was just being a good person and I thought that I would entertain him, while we waited for you."

Sherlock snored loudly. "Do you honestly think that I would believe that? Everyone knows that you have a dinosaur fetish, don't try to hide it. Ever since that your wife had left you, the dinosaur obsession has been getting worse. I don't even know what to think about what you do when you watch Jurassic Park."

"For the hundredth time today, freak, I do not have a dinosaur fetish!" Anderson shouted, "I do not think that dinosaurs are attractive in any shape or form. If you want I can make you a list of everything that I think is attractive, and tails or scales are not in that list."

"Don't lie Anderson, you are setting a bad example for the children." Sherlock smirked, "Anyway how did you lose the mutt? I thought that you were looking after it. I was hoping that you could do at least one thing without messing it up."

"We were walking in the this aisle and we saw the dinosaurs and I got distracted by them, and then the dog ran away." Anderson admitted after a moment of silence. "In my defense they are really cool dinosaurs. Look, this one makes noises" Anderson held up one of the toys to Sherlock's face and pressed a button. The toy growled and said 'I'm a Stegosaurus' in a child like voice. Sherlock grabbed the toy from Anderson and threw it at his head, to make the noises stop.

"Anderson, you are an idiot." Sherlock commented. "Did you ever grow up? Or are you still an overgrown man-child?" He asked with a loud sigh.

"I am a mature adult, unlike you. You are the one who acting like a child!" Anderson sneered as he rubbed the area on his head where the toy hit him. "At least, I can make friends and I know about the solar system and who the prime minister is. You couldn't even do a pub quiz!"

"Says the man who pushed me in the Thames by 'accident'. Why would I need to know about rubbish? It takes up too much space in my hard drive, which could be used for more important things."

"What counts as important things to store in your 'hard drive'? What is Lestrade's name? His name must be important as the man has given you cases for five years."

"Five years is a long time." Isaac piped up from his toy. "That is how old I am." Isaac shoved his hand in the air as if shoving his age was a life changing sign from the heavens.

"You are right Issac!" Anderson exclaimed. "So Sherlock, what is Lestrade's name? As Isaac has pointed out five years is a long time. You should know someone's name after five years."

Sherlock remained silent for a moment and thought about the possible names for Lestrade. He knew that his name wasn't Gavin or Graham, as last time he called Lestrade those names, Lestrade didn't give Sherlock a case for a week. Sherlock couldn't cope with the boredom, and neither could John, who ended up living with Standford for a week after an argument over guns and smiley faces painted on walls. However , the week without cases wasn't as bad as the time when Sherlock had experimented on Lestrade's emergency doughnuts, that Lestrade kept in the safe in his office, that ended up in tears from Sherlock who was begging for a case as he had been removed from cases for a month.

After a few moment's Sherlock managed to come out with Lestrade's name. "It is George. George Lestrade." He replied confidently, in the voice he used when he wanted to show off his intelligence.

"I'm afraid that Lestrade's name is not right." Anderson smirked.

"Is it Garfield?"

"I am positive that Lestrade is not a talking cat and I know that he doesn't like lasagna."

Sherlock looked absolutely confused at the mention of the cat and opened his mouth to ask, but he pushed away the urge to ask. "Is it Grantaire?"

"What type of name is that? Who is cruel enough to name a child that?" Anderson asked with a laugh, it wasn't out of amusement, however it was mostly out of exhaustion and possibly insanity, from spending a long period of time with Sherlock without actually murdering him yet.

"That is my uncle's name." Sherlock replied.

"Oh sorry."

"It is fine, I didn't like him anyway."

"Does your family hate your uncle? As they gave him a stupid name." Holly asked after closing her magazine and placed it on the floor.

"He is not the favourite of the family, he decided to go move to the country and become a farmer." Sherlock whispered as if it was a deep secret and it brought shame and embarrassment and it would make the front page of the newspaper. "I think that we are wasting too much time on something that is not important. Who cares if Lestrade has a name? Lestrade is just my case monkey and I only need him for cases and that's it."

"His name is Greg." Anderson smirked. "I don't know why you can't remember his name, he is basically named after a sandwich shop. I thought that it would be easy to remember, its word association. You think Lestrade, then you think of sandwiches and then Greggs and then you think of Greg and that goes back to Lestrade."

Sherlock glared at Anderson and wondered about how much free time he had to think of that. He then turned to his shoulder where he saw the little Shoulder Moriarty whispering something about how he should just murder Anderson with the closest object on hand, right now and in front of the children. Shoulder John was trying to hit the shoulder devil with his arm and yelling at him to think of good thoughts such as flowers, rainbows and unicorns.

"Shut up John!" Sherlock shouted to his shoulder. "And stop playing that harp, you are not a musician!" This action earned strange looks from everyone who was around Sherlock. Several people muttered comments to their children about not to take drugs and to not drink.

"Are you crazy?" Holly asked as she folded her arms and rolled her eyes. "My mummy told me that I am not allowed to be with crazy people."

"Your Mummy is crazy, for deciding that I would be able to look after you and your bothers." Sherlock snapped. "And I am not crazy, I am a high functioning sociopath, do your research."

"Well yelling at your shoulder is totally normal isn't it? Do you have a walkie-talkie in there or something?" Anderson asked with a smirk. "I'm surprised that you haven't been put into a straitjacket and a padded cell."

"Anderson, if you keep annoying me, you will end up in a hospital room in a body cast." Sherlock threatened. "And for your information, I am rather annoyed with you at the moment and I am almost ready to snap your neck even if you breathe too loudly."

Anderson decided to make the right decision of staying quiet, mostly as he liked to have full have full usage of his limbs and he did have a dislike of hospital food. Deciding that if he was going to talk , it would only be sensible things and nothing that Sherlock would consider 'idiotic.' But then again, Sherlock thought that almost everything that Anderson said was idiotic and every time he opened his mouth, everyone else in the room lost at least half of their brain cells. "Why don't we just look for the dog and get out of here as soon as possible?" He suggested.

Sherlock felt like clapping at Anderson's suggestion, as it the most sensible thing that he had ever said in all the time Sherlock had known him. "That is the most brilliant thing that you have ever said and yet everyone has still kept all of their IQ. Congratulations Anderson, you should get a badge for that idea."

Anderson rolled his eyes and muttered something about needing more than a badge for putting up with Sherlock for more than ten minutes without actually murdering him. He thought that he deserved at least a million pounds, a sports car and the Elder Wand, just to name a few things. "Holly said that her brother likes to be in the underwear section or the fish counter, so it narrows things down."

"Well done for your observation Anderson." Sherlock sighed. "You do have the most intelligent mind that I have ever seen. I can't wait for you to get a Nobel Prize." Sherlock ran a hand through his hair to try to calm himself down. "We will go to the fish section first and then underwear section. If any of you have complaints, don't say them or even think them as I can't be bothered with your options at the moment."

The three other members of the group shrugged and muttered something about Sherlock being crazy, but then again they have muttered things about Sherlock's mental stability since they met him.

Everyone was brought out of their thoughts when they heard the noise of a dog yelping and a woman loudly complaining about a dog eating her shopping. Sherlock and Anderson both looked at each other and they both said something along the lines of 'Lets get the hell out of here.' Picking up a child each, the two men started to run for the dog.