“You must think that I’m some sort of joke. I’m not interested in working with the likes of them.” Sherlock throws his hand up in frustration, shooting an annoyed look at Detective Lestrade, as if blaming him for your presence. Gritting his teeth, he turns to face you, arms crossed, and he lets out a grunt before glaring at you.

Every time you team up with Sherlock, your quick deductions and personality outshine him. It gets under his skin, especially since you seem to believe you're the better detective. The tension between you two grows with each case. Most people consider the two of you to be enemies of the same profession.

“I am not a child sitter nor will I take part in this circus.” With a scoff, Sherlock makes his way towards the front of the police department, his annoyance evident. Yet, as he turns his back on you and Detective Lestrade, a sly smirk plays on his lips. Then, he lights a cigarette, takes a deliberate puff, and the smoke fills the air with a distinct, lingering aroma.

“We best get going if we wish to see the crime scene.” Taking another drag from his cigarette, Sherlock throws on his coat before walking out of the police department. This is also part of you and Sherlock’s dynamic. Him refusing to partner with you just to cave in because despite you being a nuisance to him, you are a damn good detective.