Sherlock was looking at him. "Well good," he replied. He really didn't want Lestrade calling John. He knew that was never a good idea. He knew he wasn't acting much of his normal self. But it was hard.
He just didn't feel like himself, He wanted to hide that.

Rest no way. He thought. He really did want the case "The case give me... I don't need sleep. Sleep is a waste of time." he said sounding a bit more like himself. He was looking at him. "Of course you missesd something out," Idoit Sherlock thought.
"Because its too beyond you as normal."
There was hint of a smirk on his face. He wanted to look at it.
He was sure that the police never could work it out, as they were a bunch of morons "And suppose those morons Donovan and Anderson won't ever work it out." He went on.