ANDERSON (; By popular demand!
Anderson kept smiling at the beautiful girl working next to him on the crime scene, her blonde hair framing her perfect face. Their talk was infrequent, and strictly work related as they examined the blood-stained body of a woman, which gave Cassidy her whole life story, thanks to her unnaturally observant eye.
Afterwards, however, Anderson sidled up to Cassidy, something crossed between a smile and a leer on his not-so-handsome face.
"Well, the fact that I was dealing with a body today was made slightly more bearable by you, I must say..." He raised an eyebrow at her suggestively. She visibly shuddered.
"Anderson, I'm afraid that I am attached, and even if I were not case, I would not go on a date with you. Go back to your wife; it's not good for kids." Cassidy's reply was curt, and Anderson's pale flushed with humiliation as Lestrade's laughter echoed down the hallway.
Eventually his laughter died down, although he was still smiling and shaking his head at them.
"Learnt your lesson then, eh? Never cross Cassidy," Lestrade glanced at the woman in question with a fatherly kind of fondness. Cassidy showed him her dimples as she brushed past him on her way to the exit, stopping to chat with Sally as she went out, the latter seeming to have forgiven her for dating a physcopath.
As Lestrade recounted what he had heard back to Sergeant Donovan, Anderson fumed silently. He's find her boyfriend, and show him who was boss, his advanced medical knowledge surely a helpful tool- his violent thoughts broke off, as considered what he'd actually do. Sure, he'd still find out, curiosity was in his nature. But maybe not beat him up. Just cross his fingers and pray that he was ugly.
He was still caught up in this thoughts as Sherlock walked in.
"Hello, Anderson."
"What now, Freak. I'm sure Lestrade has wasted no time in telling you. Come to gloat, I bet." The smaller man glowed at the other.
"No, no. Not Lestrade. In fact, Cassidy herself was the one who informed me." Sherlock allowed a small smile to play on his lips. Anderson glared at him suspiciously.
"Why would Cassidy talk to a physcopath? Anyway. She says she's taken...but we'll see about that." His tone became braver, although his voice still held a wary note.
All traces of amusement disappeared from Sherlock's face as Anderson stopped talking. He suddenly pounced forward, and had Anderson up against the wooden wall in a flash.
"Cassidy is mine. I love her, and she loves me. You won't be able to break us up, not even in your wildest dreams. SO stop your fantasizing, your hopes, and go back to your family. She's amazing, and perfect, and stunning, and funny, and kind-"Sherlock struggled to get his thoughts back on track. "She's out of your league. Scuttle off back to where you belong." With one last shove, he strode out the door, long black cotton coat swishing behind him, leaving the other man gasping for breath.
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