![]() ![]() Holmes tilts his head and his eyes circle around Greg’s face. “Well…” He drops his hand and holds up his coffee just a touch higher. Greg stands up straighter and touches his forehead again automatically. “You do look as though you could use some sleep, Detective Inspector.” Greg swallows and feels oddly like it’s Sherlock looking at him now. “Oh yes.” He glances Greg up and down once. “As well as he always does, leaving us behind a few times but we do find him again. “I trust he aided you well on this case?” Holmes nods and glances down at his finger nails. “Well…” Greg glances at the ambulance where John is finally standing up and batting away an earnest paramedic. He turns to Greg and raises his eyebrows. ![]() Greg opens his mouth but realizes he does not need to ask what Mr. “I have a vested interest in this case and came to assure the conclusion.” He glances toward Sherlock’s direction then back to Greg. He breathes in through his nose slowly and taps his umbrella on the pavement. “She’s an anaesthetist, changing hospital hours.” Holmes points about a foot off the ground with the point of his umbrella, vaguely indicating Greg’s general location and, thus, his mobile. Holmes?” Greg asks because, though his visits are infrequent, anyone who has a lasting connection to Sherlock Holmes has met his brother in one way or another. He turns to see a tall man beside him, just outside the caution tape, and in front of a black town car. Greg starts in surprise and nearly spills his coffee over his wrist. He stares at it a moment longer then puts the mobile back in his pocket. He clicks the screen on and sees no voicemails or texts. Greg rubs the line in the middle of his forehead then drops his hand, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his mobile. She gives him another look then turns on her heel and heads toward Sherlock, probably to tell him off if she can think up a reason. “Well, you look like you’re into 'needing a double' territory.” Greg glances over the initial crime scene description sheet then signs off. “Sir?” Greg turns to Donovan as she holds up a clip board. ![]() Sometimes Greg thinks Sherlock is only able to solve cases dramatically, boom and bang and some maniacal laughter. Sherlock, of course, is hovering over the gurney of the suspect turned corpse with a desire to see ‘one last thing’ which will probably seal the whole dramatic deal and confirm everything he had been very pointedly pointing out these past few days. Yes, they found the culprit with the aid of everyone’s favorite ‘consulting detective’ but did it have to end with a gunshot? Now their original killer is shot by his own hand and John Watson is sitting in the back door of an ambulance getting a long gash on his head looked at. Donovan hands him a coffee absently while she orders around two of the new PCs. Greg Lestrade stands behind the crime scene tape at the culmination of a three day long investigation. ![]()
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