#cury's shadow

 Sherlock completely ignored the yellow barrier and lifted it above his head, turning to let John do the same, but John stopped short, as a man and a woman stopped them both. The woman had curly hair and darker skin while he man was skinny and had almost rat-like eyes.

"Oi, Curly!" The woman said, taking the last long steps to get to them man in toe, "No more tampering with our crime scenes, remember? Thought your owner would of taught you a lesson."

Sherlock's tail puffed out a bit, though John was sure no one else noticed, "Donavan, please get out of our way. We do have a killer to catch unlike some people." He motioned John though; he didn't go, instead looking at the woman.

She continued on like she hadn't hear him, "Did the freak fallow you home? He had an owner out there somewhere, supposedly keeping an eye on him."

The man cut in, "Though we could get him caged for you, if he's making you do this."

The woman took over again, "Yeah who are you anyway?" She finished with a questioning glance.

John opened his mouth to reply but before he could reply Sherlock did it for him, "That’s none of your business. At all." Sherlock’s ears where back flat agents his head and it was the first time John had noticed slightly longer canines.

Donavan opened her mouth to shoot back a comment but not a second to soon Lestrade choose to appear, clearing his thought, "Anderson, go get stated. Sherlock's been cleared by me." Anderson stiffened and turned toward the building, grumbling about something John couldn’t make out. "But seriously, who is this?" Lestrade nodded toward John.

Sherlock seemed to calm down a bit, "John, this is Lestrade, Lestrade this is John Watson." He answered willingly.

Lestrade’s eyes widened a bit, as if he didn't remember John from the flat. Perhaps he didn't. "You’re the man who claimed Sherlock at the Surgery?"

John gave his best likeable smile and nodded, "Yeah, I hadn't realized he'd been-"

Lestrade put a hand up, silencing John, "No, don't lie to me. Mycroft’s tied to give me the papers to many times. If was a good thing you did, Watson, but you really don't have to be here. I can look out for this git." John studied him for a moment and decided he liked him, though not his proposition.

And it seemed Sherlock was on the same page, "Yes, Lestrade, thank you for bringing my brother into every possible conversation I am cursed to hold with you, but I would not have invited John if I did not see fit." He gave one more, curt nod and started off the way Anderson had stalked off, before Lestrade said one last thing.

"You could have just asked for his metical records, you know."