Chapter 5: drugs bust

About an hour later I was walking in the door with my groceries (including the milk for Sherlock). My feet were aching, and I was ready for a hot shower. But as soon as I heard the noises from upstairs, I knew I wouldn't be relaxing anytime soon.

I climbed the steps as quickly as I could. "Sherlock!" I called. "I know you're still upset, but I-" I entered 221b and saw an unfamiliar gray-haired man sitting in Sherlock's chair. "Who the bloody hell are you?!"

"I could ask you the same question."

"I asked first."

"Greg Lestrade, Scotland Yard." Oh right, he was that inspector bloke from the papers.

"AJ Holmes. Not Scotland Yard." I said pointedly. He didn't get it. I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen to put the milk in the fridge. Lo and behold, it was my new BFF, Sergeant Sally Donovan. "What exactly are you lot doing here?"

"Drugs bust" she smirked.

I paled. I really hope he's clean.

"What's wrong? Afraid we'll find something?"

"No" I lied. "I trust him."

I put the milk in the fridge and turned to go back to my flat. Just then Sherlock, John, and Clara came running up the steps.

"What are you doing?

"Well, I knew you'd find the case." Lestrade said. "I'm not stupid."

"You can't just break into my flat."

"And you can't withhold evidence. And I didn't break into your flat."

"Well, what do you call this then?"

"It's a drugs bust."

"Seriously?!" John asked. "This guy, a junkie?! Have you met him?!"

Yes, actually, and I've known him much longer than you.

"John ..." Sherlock said.

"I'm pretty sure you could search this flat all day, you wouldn't find anything you could call recreational."

I wouldn't be so sure.

"John, you probably want to shut up now." I said.

"Yeah, but come on ..." And then he got it. "No."

"What?" Sherlock asked.

"You?"

"Shut up!" He said angrily. He addressed Lestrade again.

"I'm not your sniffer dog."

"No, Anderson's my sniffer dog."

Dang it, not him!

"You know, the Army doesn't just go around setting up fake drugs busts to get what they want, they ask nicely." Clara commented.

"What, An..." Sherlock trailed off, finally processing what Lestrade said earlier.

"Anderson, what are you doing here on a drugs bust?" Sherlock asked angrily.

"Oh, I volunteered!" Said Anderson venomously

"They all did." Lestrade said. "They're not strictly speaking on the drugs squad, but they're very keen."

Donovan came into the living room holding a jar with some small round white things in it. "Are these human eyes?" she asked.

"Put those back!" Sherlock exclaimed

"They were in the microwave!" she protested.

"It's an experiment." Sherlock said.

"Keep looking, guys" Lestrade said. He stood up and turned to Sherlock.

"Or you could help us properly and I'll stand them down."

Sherlock started pacing. "This is childish."

"Well, I'm dealing with a child." I couldn't help but agree with the inspector. "Sherlock, this is our case. I'm letting you in, but you do not go off on your own. Clear?"

Sherlock stopped and glared at him. "Oh, what, so-so-so you set up a pretend drugs bust to bully me?"

"It stops being pretend if they find anything."

I REALLY REALLY hope he's clean.

"I am clean!" Sherlock protested loudly.

"Is your flat? All of it?"

"I don't even smoke." He unbuttoned the cuff of his left shirt and pulled it up to show the nicotine patch on his lower arm.

Phew. Now I don't have to worry about him dying of lung cancer...

"Neither do I." Lestrade added, showing his own nicotine patch.