A Rather Alarming Shade of Pink

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       "So, what are we doing here?" John asked, ducking under the caution tape as Sherlock held it up. Sherlock let the caution tape go as soon as John was on the other side, leaving you to lift it up for yourself. He gave you a sly smile as they walked away and he didn't answer John's question. 

     The end of the caution tape was attached to a police car, and an attractive woman with large curly hair stepped out. "What're you doing here, freak?"

     "I'm here to see Detective Lestrade," Sherlock replied simply.

    "Why?"

     "I think he wants me to take a look." Sherlock scowled.

     "Well you know what I think, don't you?"

     "Always, Sally." Sherlock took a deep breath, then frowned. "I know you didn't make it home last night". Without another word, he stepped away, and you and John followed, but she held up an arm to stop you.

     "Who're these people?" she asked Sherlock.

     "Colleagues of mine, Dr. Watson and Miss (L/N). Meet Sally Donovan... old friend," Sherlock sneered.

     "Colleagues?" Donovan asked incredulously. "How do you get a 'colleague?' Wai- did they follow you home?"

     John looked uncomfortable. "Maybe if I just waited-"

     You grabbed his arm as he turned to go. "No."

     There was a moment of silence, but then Donovan raised a walkie-talkie to her mouth and said, "Freak's here. Bringing him in. He brought a girlfriend and some man."

     "Don't be ridiculous," you said. "I-"

     "Shut up." Sherlock furrowed his brow. "You'll only encourage her."

     Donovan led the three of you to the door of the building, where people in suits were walking in and out. A pompous looking man was among one to step out. He took off his gloves in an angry manner and glared at Sherlock.

     "Ah, Anderson. Here we are again." 

     "It's a crime scene, I don't want it contaminated," Anderson spat. "Are we clear on that?"

    "Quite," Sherlock hissed back. "And is your wife away for long?"

     "Oh, don't pretend you worked that out, someone told you that."

    "No," you stepped in. John gave you a questioning look. "Your deodorant told him that."

     "My deodorant?" 

     "It's for men."

     "Well of course it is!" Anderson was appalled. "I'm wearing it!"

     Sherlock smiled smugly. "So's Sergeant Donovan."

     Anderson and Donovan exchanged alarmed looks, and you rolled your eyes. "And I believe it just vaporized," you said. "Can we go in now?"

     You didn't wait for a reply, only strode across the concrete and into the house. On the way, John looked at Donovan and opened his mouth as if to say something, but thought the better of it and simply moved along.

     Sherlock slipped past you on the stairs, but only because you stopped to help John up. When you got to the room at the top, Lestrade was talking with Sherlock. He saw you and John. "Er, who's this?"

     "They're with me," Sherlock stated simply, to which Lestrade restated his question. Sherlock repeated, "I said they're with me."

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