Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock
Brash
Anderson had to admit that John Watson had been helpful. But the man couldn't just waltz into a crime scene and start rattling off ridiculous theories.
"For your information, doctor," Anderson said. "A 22. caliber rifle cannot be silenced. No one heard a shot, therefore—"
"They wouldn't have," John said, turning from the body to the laptop on the desk. "If it was from an air rifle."
"An air rifle?" Anderson laughed. "As in, a BB gun?"
"No," said Watson, turning. "As in a high power, silent rifle that's used for hunting, target practice, sharp-shooter competitions… have you really not heard of this?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Anderson could see the boss and Sally hiding smirks.
"Well, I…"
"But what was she doing on here?" John said to himself, taking a pair of gloves from the kit. He turned on the laptop, and in a few moments, a website was popped up on the screen.
"Online poker?" Lestrade said.
"Yeah," John said. "And it looks like 'Radair' was very successful."
"Was she in the middle of a game?" Sally asked.
"No," said John, thoughtfully. "Looks like she was looking through game histories… I wonder why…"
"Look," Anderson sighed. "We can have the tech people go through the computer. We should get the evidence back to the station."
AN: I RESEARCHED. Promise.