Hi everyone! In case any of you are wondering, I won't be doing a Halloween-themed fanfic, mainly becasue I don't have the time. But, I wrote ths little chapter (featuring everyone's favorite Anderson), so consider this my Halloween treat to you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.

He walked into his office and rolled his neck, hearing it crack in several different places. The desk was covered in papers and there was a cup of cold coffee sitting on his desk.

It was snowing again. He didn't mind snow. It was kind of peaceful, really. He only hated it when it caused back-ups in traffic.

He had just finished interrogating O'Malley. The man had confessed, to both crimes of course, but he wasn't giving anything up about the mob, or whoever else he worked for. He was now letting Sherlock take a crack at him. If anyone could get information out of O'Malley, Sherlock could.

Lestrade looked out of the glass wall that separated his office from the rest of the unit. Kailey had plopped herself down at Anderson's desk and was playing Solitaire on his computer. He was going to have fit when he found out.

Lestrade felt so sorry for her. She had gone through so much these past few days. He was surprised that she was still holding up.

He turned back to his desk and absentmindedly picked up his coffee cup while staring out the window. He was distracted by the snow, and momentarily forgot that the coffee was cold. He took a sip. Disgusted by the lack of warm coffee, and by his forgetfulness, he dumped it into the trash can and left his office to the station coffee pot.

By this time, Anderson had appeared from wherever he had previously been and had noticed that his desk was now being occupied. By a fifteen year old girl, no less.

"Excuse me," Anderson said. "You're in my desk."

Kailey turned to look at him. "Oh." She gave him a tired and uninterested once-over. "Okay." She turned back to her Solitaire game.

"Aren't you going to move?" he asked.

"No."

Exasperated, Anderson turned and stalked over to his boss. "Make. Her. Move." Anderson said through gritted teeth. Lestrade glanced over his shoulder. "Ah, come now, Anderson. She's not hurting anyone." He stirred some artificial sugar into his coffee.

"But she's invading my personal space!"

"And? That desk belongs to the station. The only thing personal about that space is you belongings."

Anderson sputtered angrily for a moment before declaring "If you won't move her, I will!"

Lestrade set down his coffee cup and turned to face him. "You'll do nothin' of the sort! You touch that girl at all, and I'll be puttin' you on probation!"

By this time, everyone in the office had paused and was taking this scene in. Kailey looker over her shoulder with red-rimmed eyes.

"If you actually did your job like you were supposed to, and didn't flooze around with Donovan, then maybe I wouldn't be talkin' to you right now!" Lestrade leaned into Anderson's face, causing him to lean back a bit. "Get back to work!"

Anderson turned and went back the way he came. He was stumbling he was trying to get away so fast. Lestarde went back to his coffee.

The detective inspector went past Kailey as he went back to his office. As he passed, he heard her snicker, and mutter "Idoit."

Lestrade had always liked Kailey. She had a lot of spunk.

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Happy Halloween!