Author's note: 33/60
Pairing: Anderson x Sherlock
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock BBC
Irony
Sherlock was examining the body when Anderson spoke up. "Since you insist on examining it yourself, don't forget to check if she has anything under her fingernails."
John winced as he heard the idiocy that is Anderson speak up. Seriously, why couldn't he stop running his mouth at Sherlock?
"Excuse me, are you telling me what to do? Oh thank God, I had no idea. I mean, it's not as if I have solved cases upon cases despite all of your wrong conclusions." Sherlock replied, irony dripping on his every word.
Lestrade and John just shook their heads and left them alone; they didn't want to be here when Sherlock ripped into Anderson, as fun as that would be.
"I tell you, it's all because of the sexual tension between them." John says jokingly to Lestrade, who pales.
"Oh God, please no, I don't even want to think what they would be like if they were shagging."
The two friends shuddered at that image. Unknowing to them, at that exact time Anderson was pushing Sherlock against a wall and was shagging the shit out of him.
It was ironic the fact that the two men were joking that the sexual tension was at fault for their arguing, when in reality all these arguments were so they were left alone to shag.
And no one would know either until the day John had returned to the room to get something he forgot and found them shagging.