John didn't feel quite right with leaving Brandi alone with Sherlock. God knows the man has the heart of a salamander. But maybe the two would come to some agreement on not to kill each other. If that was even possible to do in ten minutes.
John stepped out of the lift and walked over to the group of people on the forth floor. Needless to say he was surprised by the scene he found unfolding.
"Really moose head?" Brandi snapped at Anderson. "You wanna talk about my boyfriend that way?"
Anderson rolled his eyes. "Oh please, you've been on two dates!" he scoffed.
"At least their actually dates. I'm not shagging my coworker and cheating on my wife in the process."
Anderson's eyes narrowed. "How do you know if I'm doing that or not?" he seethed.
Brandi shrugged. "Please you moron. I heard you and Donovan talking about it when Sherlock and I walked up. I'm a girl, I'm not deaf!"
Anderson barked a laugh and rolled his eyes. "Oh well I'd keep an eye on the freak," he sneered. "He and your precious little boyfriend might start going at it any day now."
And that was when Brandi snapped. No one could tell you how it happened, just that one second Anderson was standing, and the next he was on the floor with a bloody nose. Lestrade looked from Brandi to Anderson, and, without a word, walked away.
Brandi crouched down beside Anderson and grabbed his shirt collar. "Listen here," she hissed. "Don't talk to me like I don't already know that Sherlock and John are gonna figure it out pretty soon. And never call Sherlock a freak again, otherwise, next time, I'm gonna do a lot worse than break your nose. Got me!" Anderson nodded frantically and Brandi let him go. Brandi slowly rose to her feet and looked at Donovan and a few other Yarders. "Anyone else feel like pissing me of?"
Everyone shook their heads and Brandi stormed off to the lifts. Sherlock went after her and John looked around awkwardly.
"Sorry about her," he said sheepishly. "She's new."
And with that John rushed after his friends.