Would the guest that left a bit of a horror story in my reviews please...um. explain? Very creative and all but also a little creepy out of context. Even a bit creepy with context.
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"Why are we even here, we don't need his help." Donovan groaned and Lestrade tried to ignore her shrill tone. He had a headache, he was trying to ignore the urge to smoke, he didn't need a whiny officer following him around to add to all the annoyances. However, Donovan had insisted once she found out that Sherlock was being brought onto "her" case.
"I was doing fine, and so were you!" She argued. "Don't let him show you up and make you look like some dumb twat again!"
"Donovan, just...!" Lestrade sighed and tried again with a calmer tone of voice. "Just don't talk, alright?" He gave her a very irritated smile. Donovan just huffed and folded her arms over her chest while Lestrade knocked on the door. They waited a few seconds and the door swung open on...
"What is it now?" Sherlock growled, and the two yardies couldn't help but notice he was completely naked except for a sheet that was barely wrapped around his hips.
"...could you maybe pull that up a bit?" Lestrade asked, gesturing to where Sherlock's hipbones stuck over the sheet.
"I'm busy, I can't help you today." Sherlock went to close the door but Lestrade stuck his foot in it.
"What? Come on, please?" He hated to beg in front of Donovan. "What's more interesting than a case? What could possibly be keeping you busy?"
Sherlock got an uncomfortable look on his face and opened his mouth to answer when.
"Sherlock, tell them to go away!" John's voice called. "Do it quickly and I might even be tempted to wear my uniform when we go a second time!"
Sherlock's face flushed red and he coughed. "I'm busy." was his explanation. Donovan's mouth was hanging open.
"You mean...you're not a...you have...with him...? He willing he has sex with...you?"
"Like I said, I'm not helping you today." Sherlock slammed the door shut, though Lestrade could still hear John's laughter from inside. He decided to turn around and leave before less innocent sounds started to fill the area.