Hot Suds
Genre: Humour
Pairings: Sherlock and Sally, background only
Main characters: Greg, Sally, Sherlock, John, Kieran
Greg glanced over at Sherlock and John as they surveyed the crime scene. A young uniformed PC had caught their eye, and Sherlock wondered if he was fit to even be on duty judging by the way he was walking.
Kieran and Sally followed the consulting detectives eyes over to the young pup, and Greg snorted loudly. John, though unsure, thought he maybe knew what was going on, but the three Yarders knew exactly what had happened.
"That ever happen to you, Sir?" Kieran asked Greg.
"Almost. I remembered in the nick of time so just managed to avoid it, thank God. Could have been a long bloody day in the patrol car if I hadn't." Greg winced at the memory of his near miss.
"What about you, Bailey?" Sally asked with a crooked grin. Sherlock studied his wife, looking for clues, but for once he came up with nothing.
"Well fortunately for me, my older brother is also a copper, and he gave me a heads up so I knew better. He didn't at the time though… that's how he knew, I guess. Wish I could have been there to see that," Kieran snickered.
"Darling, would you mind telling us what the hell you're talking about?" Sherlock's curiosity finally got the better of him as he levelled a questioning look at Sally.
Greg cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow and grinning at her. Greg knew for a fact that Sally Donovan had learned the hard way, because she had been quite candid about relating the experience – once the sting had worn off, she saw every bit of humour in her own mistake. Sally smiled with a sparkle in her dark eyes.
"That kid had pepper spray training this morning," she said. "He didn't bother to wash his hair before jumping into the shower." She winked at Sherlock, whose eyebrows had furrowed suddenly in amused comprehension.
John raised an eyebrow and looked at Greg for confirmation.
"Hot pepper suds," Greg explained. "Ran down his back and made a trail through the crack of his ass. He'll be sitting tender for the rest of the day yet I reckon."