"If you really wanted my help you would have called me sooner instead of letting your incompetent officers trample over the evidence like a herd of frightened elephants!"
John sighed and looked at his feet, pretending that he had not come here with Sherlock was seeming like the most logical option.
Lestrade seemed to be taking the frustrated giving up route himself, while Anderson and Donovan rolled their eyes.
"Well technically this is police business, they do have a bit more right than you." Lestrade defended, although he clearly wasn't trying very hard to argue with Sherlock.
"So you don't want to catch the killer then?" Sherlock hissed. "Of course considering Scotland Yard's reputation I really shouldn't be surprised."
"Now hold on." Donovan stepped in. "You shouldn't be here at all!"
"Don't feel the need to make yourself known, I don't need you for anything now thank you." Sherlock replied with a fierce glare.
"Donovan, stand down." Lestrade warned, knowing that if the stubborn female cop opened her mouth it would only provoke the even more stubborn consulting detective even more.
"I don't think we should have to deal with this, this is our crime scene you should just send him home." Donovan ignored Lestrade's warning and folded her arms over her chest, an entitled glare forming on her face.
"You need me." Sherlock replied with haughty attitude.
"Like a hole in the head..." Anderson muttered.
"Alright everyone shut up." Lestrade growled, pressing a hand against the spot on his forehead where a headache was blossoming. "Sherlock I am truly sorry the crime scene does not live up to your standards, why don't you just go question the wife, she showed up as soon as news of her husband's death leaked."
Sherlock muttered something about incompetence before turning to located the wife.
"Are you sure that's such a good idea with him all riled up?" John asked.
"He can only do so much more damage." Lestrade replied, his voice defeated.
A minute later Sherlock was walking away from the wife, who was in tears.
"Did your face scare her?" Donovan smirked.
"Again with the immature attempts at eliciting an emotional response." Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Sherlock! Here! Now!" Everyone's heads snapped around at John's sudden order. The small army doctor had taken on an authoritative stance, arms crossed and face stern. Sherlock slowly slunk over to where John stood, looking like a scolded child.
John placed a hand on the detective's cheek, and let the other one play with his hair. He stroked it back away from Sherlock's forehead and then placed a kiss there.
Instantly Sherlock's eyes shut and he shivered slightly. His mouth,l which had been open to offer some withering retort, shut.
"You're not going to be any trouble now are you?" John asked, and Sherlock meekly shook his head.
That was when John noticed the various police officers standing around with their mouths hanging open. He smirked and patted Sherlock on the head, causing the detective to scowl.
"How... did you do that?" Lestrade asked, gaping.
"John, we're going now." Sherlock huffed while blushing a deep shade of red.
"Of course." John smirked, taking Sherlock's hand. As they went to leave Sherlock turned around to speak to Lestrade.
"Oh, by the way. It was the wife."