It was really quite astonishing how loud two men could get—two men that were certainly regarded as being calm, collected, and perhaps most importantly, impossible to fluster. Then again, you seemed to have done quite a good job at that—not that you actually were aware of the effect you had on both Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade. No, they had taken pains to avoid that, although each was now wishing (perhaps subconsciously) that he hadn’t.
“…what bloody evidence?!” Lestrade’s exclamation was more irritated than you had heard in a while, including all the times that Sherlock had stopped by to stir up a bit of chaos.
“Are you really offering me an opportunity to make you that much more of a fool?”
Your lips pursed as a familiar, clipped tone met your ears, sounding very self-satisfied. So Anderson hadn’t been spewing his usual