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#1882 - RuPauls Drag Case

Lestrade didn't look like he was enjoying his coffee, Probably because Anderson held it for half an hour, waiting for him to come back. He scrunched his nose up at every sip. The weather had only just died down and stopped raining, London was dark and quiet. He looked around noticing a women walking towards them, she had this beautiful long hair, shiny lips and a rather large coat. Anderson blinked several times to make sure she was real. she was, and she appeared to now be running in ankle boots. The women gestured towards Lestrade who nearly spat out his drink. They walked down the side of the building, it seemed pretty serious, but that just made her even more attractive. He waited once again leaning against the wall, picturing her eyes, they were like opals.

It had been ten minutes and Sherlock was starting to get uncomfortable, he didn't mind being in drag, because it helped solve the case, Alough he was irritated by John and Mrs Hudson laughing and taking pictures all morning, He had just hoped Mycroft wouldn't see them. Molly refused to spy on the workers at the bar because she though it was 'degrading' but it was easily deduced that she just didn't want Sherlock to see her as a flirt. It was the bottom of his feet that hurt the most, however it was better than those ridiculous stilettoes Molly offered. It had been around three days and the case was close to being solved all he had to do was play secretary and access the companies computer base. Sherlock thought that he could just hack it, but the firewall was so big that he couldn't be bothered, the CEO was incredibly sexist and was looking for a female secretary, the spying in the bar was to get the workers to see him and offer the job. Today he needed Lestrade to renew the case since it was deemed innocent. But the CEO was a wife beater and a scammer, who was planning to ruin the neighbouring companies.

Greg sat down on his desk chair talking to Anderson about a petty drug bust when he seemed like he was daydreaming. "Something on your mind Philip?" He asked rather coldly. Anderson snapped out of his thoughts looking his friend in the eyes. "Who was the woman you were talking to the other day? She was gorgeous" Instead of telling Anderson that the 'Gorgeous women' was in fact Sherlock Holmes, the same man that implied his face was so annoying that it was hard to think straight. He decided to watch his world burn slowly, so he had a terrible secret to let out at Christmas...Xmas blackmail. "Oh you think? I could put in a good word for you if ya like" Greg tried his hardest to not crack a smirk putting his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

For the rest of the week she was all Anderson could think about, he had hoped Greg had said something nice about him, like his beard or his funny sense of humour. He pulled his rubber gloves off and looked outside, when suddenly his phone buzzed. It was Lestrade. "We need you and a team of computer forensics to that big glass Charlie n chocolate factory lookin place down Kirks close. Quickly" Anderson agreed and made his way down there with some of his computer division co-workers.

The place was very white and there was at least three police cars and an ambulance, one person had been shot in the leg but apparently Sherlock had disarmed the shooter before anyone else got shot. He felt irritated that Sherlock was once again centre of attention, he was so full of himself. There seemed to be a vast number of stairs and he wished that the gym hadn't been so repelling to him. Anderson lifted the tape up, his small army of nerds flushing through the door like ants, when he saw...The mystery women with blue gloves and rose-coloured lipstick, glowing. He walked up to her, astonished by her beauty. "Hey, I'm Philip, forensic scientist" He smirked seductively hoping to get a hand shake. Sherlock looked absolutely disturbed, disgusted and dismayed. He scowled at that little man, the equivalent of a discarded appendix. He knew Anderson had the common sense of a cliff diver, but he didn't think he would be that completely stupid, But who was he kidding its Anderson. "Nice to see you again Anderson, Volunteered again or are you just here to make Sergeant Sally Donovan jealous?" The look of horror on Andersons face was sinking inwards like the time-lapse of a rotting lemon. Mortified and shaken up, he gulped and blinked slowly. "Sherlock." He mumbled recognising that smug, deep, arsy voice and retreated to the office where his co-workers were hopping around like frogs. Lestrade walked over to a proud looking Sherlock in drag.

"That's going to leave a mark"

~Fin~