A/n: Well here it is. The last chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it! And please don't sue me. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.

Warnings: Revenge, Nakedness.

"Right, is everyone here?"

"Lestrade, just get on with it, I have more important stuff to attend to," Sherlock muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Like what?" Greg said, frowning.

Well - John and I have brought a new bed, and we plan to er - use it tonight," Sherlock replied, somewhat smugly.

Greg shuddered, looking at his watch, "But it's only 9am."

"I'm aware of that, Lestrade, I said we would be using the bed tonight. We plan to use the floor, table, shower and sofa when we get back."

"Right. Thanks. Way too much information," He coughed hastily, his mind wandering; Was Sherlock good in bed? He was rather good looking, and so innocent. Or so he thought. He shook his head and carried on, "Anyway, we're here about Anderson."

"You called us in at 9am to talk about Anderson?" John said, his brow furrowed in a very hedgehog like manner. Greg's mouth twitched in amusement and he quickly turned away, suddenly interested in the window blinds.

"Yes," He nodded, still studying the blinds, "We need to get revenge on him!"

"Childish, Lestrade." Sherlock drawled, now staring at his nails.

"Oh shut up, Sherly!" Greg huffed, picking up a marker and turning to the white board. "Now, I have an awesome plan."

"Lets hear this awesome plan then!" John said, snuffling. Snuffling?

Greg opened his mouth to speak when -

"He's going to embarrass Anderson by getting him drunk and making him wear -" Sherlock broke off, laughing, "Really Lestrade? That's pretty clever actually."

"What what what?" John whined, bouncing up and down impatiently.

Greg walked over to the supply cupboard, leaned in and pulled out a large purple costume. He turned to the others and held it up, smirking.

"A dinosaur." Sherlock said, shaking his head slowly, a smile still lingering on his lips.

The door opened and Greg quickly hid the costume behind his back. Anderson stood in the doorway eyeing them all suspiciously.

"You called?" He said, looking at Greg.

Greg shuffled backwards towards the cupboard and casually chucked the costume inside. "Yeah erm - are you free tonight?"

Anderson folded his arms, his eyes narrowing, "Maybe. Why?"

"Me and the guys are going for a drink. Wanna come with us?" Greg asked, smiling sweetly.

Anderson gazed around the room, his eyes lingering on John and Sherlock, before turning back to Greg, "With these two? Really? I don't fancy being insulted all night."

"We won't insult you!" Sherlock said, whilst John nodded innocently, "In fact, lets call it a peace offering. New slate. What do you say?"

"Fine." And with that, he left.

"Phew, that was close. He was meant to come at half 9. Idiot," Greg said, sighing.

"Lestrade," Sherlock murmured, his face serious, "If you pull this off, I'll never insult you again."

Greg sat in the pub, his eyes anxiously scanning the door every few seconds. He was slightly early due to being nervous as hell. He ordered another beer and sipped it slowly, running tonight's plan over in his mind. Could he pull it off? Of course he could, he was Scotland Yard's best D.I after all.

"Greg!"

Anderson walked through the door and made his way over, causing Greg's stomach to lurch. Was he really going to do this? He almost felt guilty. Almost. His mind flicked back to the emails he received from other colleagues, laughing at him for the video that somehow viralled around Scotland Yard. A video of him and Mycroft snogging. No, Anderson was going to pay.

"Hey Buddy!" He said cheerfully, "What are you having?"

Anderson sat opposite him, "Just a cider please."

Greg nodded and got up, making his way over to the bar. He ordered Anderson's cider and then casually slipped in a green pill which fizzed and dissolved instantly. Grinning to himself, Greg walked back to the table and handed Anderson the drink.

"Here you go. Just waiting for Sherlock and John to arrive."

Anderson took a sip and shuddered, "Bitter."

Greg was saved from answering by his phone, which had just gone off. He pulled it out to find a text from Sherlock.

Running late. Broke the bed.

Did you give him the pill?

I got what you asked for.

John says hi. See you in a bit.

SH

Twenty minutes later and Sherlock and John finally arrived, each of them looking slightly flustered. They both sat down and eyed Anderson in amusement.

"He's well out of it." John mused.

Well out of it was an understatement. Anderson was lying face down on the table, drooling heavily. His drink was half empty and he looked as though he would never move again.

"Your pill was a bit too powerful," Greg said, chuckling.

"It was only meant to make him sleepy, not knock him out. Ah well, he was a good guinea pig, I'll know for next time." Sherlock muttered, standing up.

"You said you'd already tested that pill!" Greg growled.

"Yeah, I lied. Come on, lets get this over with... I can't wait to see his face tomorrow morning."

Greg rolled his eyes and stood up. He grabbed Anderson and threw him over his shoulder, "So you got what I wanted?"

"Of course... Now hurry up!" Sherlock snapped, hailing a cab.

They all climbed in, John looking way too excited, and made their way to Scotland Yard.

"So," Greg whispered, "Who's going to do it?"

Both John and Sherlock turned to look at him.

"Me? Aw come on!"

"This was your idea, Lestrade, therefore you have the pleasure of undressing him," Sherlock said, staring out of the window.

"Fine!" Greg replied, pouting.

They reached Scotland Yard and Greg dragged Anderson out of the cab, not bothering to be gentle with him. He grabbed his arms and pulled him into the building, his eyes darting about incase someone tried to stop them. No one did.

Reaching the correct floor, Greg let go of Anderson's arms and leant against the doorframe, panting. Sherlock and John strutted in, John tripping over Anderson's body, and turned to face Greg.

"Quick, Lestrade, undress him."

Greg scowled and quickly pulled off Anderson's suit, making sure his eyes were looking above the waistline at all times.

"Wow, I see why his wife cheated on him," John chuckled.

"John!"

"John!"

"Sorry... Sorry..." John gave Sherlock an apologetic look and turned away.

Greg ran into his office, grabbed the costume and ran back out again, his eyes alit with glee. This was going to be so good! He dressed Anderson in the costume and stood back, admiring his work.

"Here." Sherlock said, holding out a black collar and lead.

Greg dragged Anderson over to a desk and put the collar around his neck before attaching the lead, "I need a picture of this!" He laughed, pulling out his phone, "There. We got revenge."

They all high fived each other and walked out of Scotland Yard.

Anderson woke up early the next morning to find all eyes on him.

"Any particular reason you're tied to my desk dressed like a dinosaur?" Donovan said, her eyebrow raised.

Anderson flushed and gazed around the room before catching Greg's eye.

"You bastard!" He mouthed.

Greg winked at him and walked away, laughing hysterically.