The Game is Afoot

Freak

I groan under my breath and move to my left slightly to get away from the raven haired man on my right. He looks at me confused but shrugs it off and continues to look over my shoulder. I sigh and keep moving away until I'm trapped against the wall.

"Is this necessary?", I snap at the taller man with a glare.

He once again gives me same confused look, "is what necessary?"

I cock my head at him, "leaning over my shoulder as I work!"

His face contorts into one of understanding, "oh, that, well, yes, it is."

I shake my head, "actually, no it isn't!"

He frowns, "yes it is, I need to see how you work, I'm not going to work with Anderson, and John no longer joins me on cases, so, if you work well, I may be able to put up with you."

I frown and shake my head once more, "put up with me? No, if anything, it's putting up with you, you're an arse."

He falls silent and turns back to his own work, I stand there, frozen, looking at the mans back. 'I should really apologise, that wasn't nice, he didn't deserve that. But, on the other hand, he was being a bit of a pompous prick, so maybe he did..'

I huff and shake my head, ultimately deciding that I wasn't going to apologise for my words, because I meant them.

The rest of the time that he's their, he sulks around like he's pouting, but not really. He's pouting in a way I've never seen anyone do. His happy muse has transformed into one of a short nature. He quips answers and talks lowly and quietly. It seems that even my boss has noticed. Oddly enough, I overhear Philip Anderson say it's normal for the man.

Everything went well until just as the raven haired man goes to leave, and Anderson murmurs 'freak' under his breath to Donovan as she laughs and agrees.

I walk over to the two in a bold manner, "did you just call Mr. Holmes a freak?"

He snorts, "Mr. Holmes? His name is Sherlock, and yes, he is a freak."

A crease forms between my brow, "ah, yes, I must have forgot to notice you more arrogant than him." He raises his brow in surprise as I speak, "he's right. It is a pain to put up with you," Donovan goes to speak and I flash my glare to her, "and you. I don't want to anything from you either, Sergeant," I say shortly.

I pull my gloves off as Lestrade dismisses us and toss them over my shoulder as I go to leave, not granting either of them the satisfaction of another glance.