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Greg shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot on the doorstep of a the house Mycroft had told him about at 5:27pm, just after his shift ended. He had dragged his best suit out of the wardrobe, hoping Mycroft wouldn't notice it was his court case suit. He went to knock but the door clicked open inwardly before his knuckles could make contact with the religiously varnished wood. An ageing, bald headed man in a painfully tidy suit opened the door, his moustache twitching up slightly at the sight of the detective inspector. "I suppose you are here to see master Holmes." The man almost scolded. "Uhh-" The man tutted and turned away from Lestrade befor

With a long, drawn out sigh and a low moan, Greg Lestrade walked out of his office after finishing filing the worst case he had ever witnessed. Most people would say that it was the usual; a man with nothing left to loose, taking is own life to save himself the ridicule and embarrassment in later life but this wasn't just any man, no; this was Sherlock Holmes. The case file would have only taken him about an hour but he just couldn't bring himself to look at the graphic pictures or read the eyewitness accounts because he had known that cocky sod since he had started on the force and had formed a sort of friendship with him...even if sherlock