The Science of Starting Again//Book Five

Chapter 15~ It's A Drugs Bust!

Teddy's P.O.V

"Well, be honest: how pissed off are you?"

"The scale of pissed off-ness has been blown sky high, you can't even measure how pissed off I am anymore," I paused, tilting my head to the side. "Although I really can't talk. What did I do only two weeks ago? So I guess we're both in the wrong."

Anderson chuckled from where he was in the kitchen, Greg shaking his head beside me.

"That was a particularly hard night, though," Greg said, trying to sooth me. I rolled my eyes, continuing my search through the bookshelf.

"Doesn't excuse what I did. Same goes for Sherlock," I replied, making a face when I found an old biscuit hiding between two books. I left it where it was and continued searching.

We had been looking through 221B for about ten minutes now. Mycroft was downstairs waiting for Sherlock and John, the latter having texted Mycroft to let them know they were close. So far we had come up empty, but that didn't make any of us feel any better. Either we weren't looking hard enough, or Sherlock had realized it would be smarter to hide his drugs not in the flat. I frowned, wondering whether or not he had taken to hiding it in John's old room. Or- hell- my flat.

"I've found something!"

Anderson held up a packet of dried greenery, making the rest of us come over. He passed it over to me for my inspection and tentatively I opened it up and gave it a sniff.

"Its marijuana," he declared. I looked at him, an eyebrow raised. Down at my feet I heard Dmitri mewl.

"First of all: that's not Sherlock's type of drug. He likes the stronger stuff. Second of all: have you ever seen marijuana before?"

"Of course."

"Then you would know that this isn't marijuana and is- in fact- catnip," I explained, gesturing down towards Dmitri who was attempting to climb up my leg. I chucked the packet towards Anderson before bending down and picking up the cat.

"Sherly's been drugging up my cat without my knowledge," I muttered, giving Dmitri a scratch behind his ears, smiling at Greg's laughter and Anderson's embarrassment. However, it was around this time that we heard the door downstairs open and Sherlock's voice.

"Uh-oh," Greg murmured.

"Well he doesn't sound impressed," I said as I took Dmitri and sat down in my brother's armchair. Downstairs I could already hear Sherlock arguing with our older brother. It wasn't until Mycroft brought up the fact that he wasn't alone that Sherlock really seemed to get pissed off, especially after Anderson's call.

"For God's sake!" Suddenly there were hard stomps on the steps as Sherlock made his way up, followed by John and Mycroft's own footsteps. When Sherlock finally appeared inside the flat I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose and make a noise in my throat. Sherlock caught my look but just rolled his eyes, not bothered with me at the moment.

"Anderson," he hissed angrily, making the man raise his gloved hands.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock. It's for your own good."

With an irritated look on his face Sherlock chucked his keys onto the table before turning and heading towards his armchair that I was currently occupying. He growled, standing in front of me, clearly irritated.

"Move, Teddy. Now."

"Trying to steal my thunder, are you Sherly?" I said, faking cheerfulness. "I thought I'd be the only one falling for my vices this month. Wanted to join the party?"