Greg was tired. He'd been tired ever since last night, when Sherlock had forced him to go chasing a lead. And of course, that took all night, and he'd only gotten home a five in the morning. The worst part wasn't that he'd gotten back so late (early), it was that the coffee machine was crap. Greg wasn't exaggerating; either the coffee it produced was so watery that that it tasted like aforementioned water, or it was at a certain level of sludge that Greg thought that someone had to be messing with his head. Its name was Paul. Greg didn't know who'd come up with that, but it didn't matter, its name was Paul and that was that. Newbies were often a bit confused by people talking about Paul. They'd hear someone saying that Paul was stupid, or Paul can't get anything right, or Paul is sludgy today. Then they'd talk to Greg about it, saying they were concerned that his team was being unkind to some guy named Paul, and could you please do something about it. Then Greg would laugh and kindly tell them that Paul was the coffee machine and that Paul is stupid. Then the newbie would walk out feeling stupid themselves. But the coffee machine was Paul, and that was that. Nobody (but the Newbies) questioned it. There was a jar next to Paul, with the label, Spare change for Cappuccino machine. If you are caught taking money, YOU WILL BE ARRESTED (Seriously, this IS New Scotland Yard, and that would be stealing). Greg had probably put in about fifty pounds, all from spare change. But today, the machine was sludgy, and Greg didn't feel like adding the extra water to make it semi-normal, semi-good coffee, he was too lazy. So that's how Greg came to drinking/ eating/ spitting out the sludge coffee with the last of the frosted (not maple) doughnuts halfway stuffed in his mouth. Sally came in to tell him about some sort of case, somewhere. Something, blah, blah, blah...
"Shnort! Whazzu whaaaa? I comin' I-I-I'm coming Saaally! Aboo hoo!" Wow, when did I fall asleep? Greg stood up and looked around. Sally wasn't there anymore. It seemed as though Sally had left after he'd fallen asleep. It also looked as if she'd taken away the coffee that he'd had absolutely no intention of actually drinking/eating/spitting out. Oh, well… I hope that that wasn't anything important. It probably was.
Greg blinked blearily. He sighed sleepily, and pulled himself up in his chair. He stretched and tried to stand. He didn't succeed, slumping back into his chair. Greg decided he was more useful asleep than just sitting there with nothing to do and no intention to do anything. Anderson opened the door loudly enough to make Greg wake up and not fall back asleep this time. Greg didn't like this, he'd much prefer being peacefully asleep. "Anderson! You idiot, go away! I don't care about whatever you have to say right now!" Greg made a shooing motion with his hand, while Anderson stood slightly stunned at the door. Greg glared at him "Go! Or are you really so stupid that you can't understand that one simple command? I'm seriously starting to wonder in Sherlock was right about you!" At this Anderson scampered out of Greg's office. For a moment he wondered whether he was being a bit too harsh with Anderson, but soon stopped, and just snuggled down into his chair to go back to sleep before it was truly time to wake up again.
Moral: Don't wake up Greg when Sherlock's been dragging him around all night.
A/N: Sorry, I uploaded all of these stories all at once then just dropped out of the habit! Sorry. I would make up some sort of excuse, but seriously, I was lazy.