Author's note: This story is getting more and more ridiculous. But somehow I couldn't resist writing this down. Dimmock is really an arse in this, isn't he?

"Tell me about the case". Sherlock demanded.

"What case? There's no case. There's nothing even resembling a case that you'd be interested in". Lestrade said confused.

"The case you texted me about". Sherlock said annoyed: "Your not usually this thick".

"Sherlock, I never texted you anything..." he stopped in mid sentence. He had left his phone unattended at his desk while grabbing coffee. "Dimmock. I'll kick his ass". He stormed towards Dimmocks office, Sherlock following close behind. Sherlock wanted definitely to see this.

Dimmock glanced up from the file he was reading.

"I have had enough of this!" Gregory said pointing an accusing finger at him. "If you have something to say, just say it straight to my face!"

Dimmock managed somehow to look both innocent and unaware. He had in fact texted the freak. He had bumped into Molly earlier when she arrived at the Yard.

"I don't know what you are talking about?" Dimmock stated.

"You bloody well know what I'm talking about!" Lestrade said making a move towards the desk. "You've been on my back about it for days!"

"What's going on in here?" Anderson voiced from the doorway, drawn to the spot by his superior officers shouting.

"Lestrade was just about to kick Dimmocks ass". Sherlock said helpful.