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Sally hated it when Lestrade called in the freak. She hated the fact that they needed him even more.
Seeing the tell-tale black cab pull up at the pavement outside the offices, Sally drew herself up to prepare for whatever slew of insults Holmes had for her today.
When the cab door did not open straight away, Sally glanced into the window, and was not expecting what she saw.
Holmes was kissing the Doctor, and the Doctor was letting him.
Suddenly the freak broke the kiss, as if he could tell someone was watching, and barrelled out of the cab and onto the crime scene, informing everyone of Anderson and Donovans’ latest tryst, and apparently unaware of what Sally had witnessed.
Soon enough Holmes had proclaimed the case ‘boring’ and left with the unfortunate Doctor in tow, although thankfully he did give them a name. Sally had watched the pair all evening for any sign of their progressing relationship, but when it had seemed as though nothing had changed and Sally was about to write up their kiss as a trick of the light, she saw Anderson’s face after the duo had left and knew that she was right.
Grabbing Anderson before he could open his big mouth and ruin her hastily developing plans, Sally dragged him to the side, raising a questioning eyebrow.
“The...the Freak...and...his pet...they...”
This continued for a few minutes before he became aware of Sally’s expression (at which point Sally thought that perhaps Holmes was right in that Anderson was far too idiotic for her, but saved that thought for another time.)
“You...you knew! How long?”
“About half an hour. I wasn’t sure, but I guess I am now.”
“So what are we going to do?”
“Do about what?”
The pair were suddenly aware that they were the only two remaining at the scene, save for Lestrade who had just approached them.
“The Freak and his pet. It appears that Watson has finally lost it.”
Sally hated Anderson and his big mouth. And honestly, what an idiot – everyone knew that John and Lestrade were friends.
“Uh, what he means, Sir, is that it appears that the two are...together.”
“Wow. That is completely new information. ”
“You knew didn’t you?”
“Little bit.”
“How long?”
“I’ve known for a few weeks, but God knows how long before then – they were practically married before Sherlock died.”
“But why haven’t they told anyone? Or at least, why haven’t we noticed until now?”
“Because they’re freaks and it’s disgusting.”
Anderson had, wisely, kept quiet until now, and suddenly wished he had continued to do so as he was suddenly under the angry glare of the DI and the exasperated gaze of Sally.
“No, Anderson, THAT’S the reason why – because of you two. Honestly, the way you treat him, I don’t blame them. Besides, what do you expect – it’s not as if they were just going to make out at a crime scene – believe me, I made them promise not to the minute I found out – so maybe this is the best way. Now you two know, I suppose they can stop keeping it secret. I’ll tell John when I meet him at the pub later...”
“Wait, Sir...they don’t know that we know.”
“So?”
“Well...how about we have some fun? To make up for his being an annoying dick?”
“And why would I agree to that Sally?”
“Because he’s an annoying dick.”
“Not good enough. Not unless you can guarantee that I won’t have to discipline you for homophobic slurs.”
“Deal.”
Sally and Greg shook hands before striding off into their separate cars, leaving Anderson standing alone, slightly confused at what had just happened, save for the fact that the Freak and his Pet were queer, but he wasn’t allowed to say anything about it.