There was yet another drugs bust taking place at 221B. Sherlock was becoming increasingly annoyed with the constant interruptions into his experiments. The last one had been completely destroyed by the police wandering in and fiddling. He scowled yet again at Lestrade as John tried, to no avail, to keep the officers out of his room.
Lestrade was standing in the living room looking bored and faintly amused. Anderson was sifting through the papers strewn over the ground.
"Do you ever put these in any kind of order?"
Sherlock retorted sharply. "They were in order."
"What?"
"I suppose someone with such a low IQ couldn't tell the difference."
Dimmock lurked in the doorway, his first time inside 221B. He seemed apprehensive to enter, both looking at the state of the flat and knowing Sherlock. There was a myriad of other officers hovering around, poking into his experiments and ruining them.
Just another reason to hate Scotland Yard.
Donovan rushed in looking appalled. "There was a head!" She had the attention of all of the officers. "In the fridge!" Everyone else was looking nauseous, but not particularly surprised. "A head in the fridge!" She was almost hysterical.
"It's an experiment."
"It's in the fridge!" Her voice reached an unmatched pitch.
"Spare me your dramatics! I haven't got time for this hysterical behaviour."