Changes chapter 1
"My name is Greg Lestrade and I have just been shot saving the life of a fellow DI. I have woke up however in 1981. Am I mad? Dead? Or have I been sent back in time?"
The last thing Greg remembered was running. All he could remember was running. He had no idea where he was going but he felt scared. Everything felt different to him somehow. Like he didn't belong here. It was London sure enough and as far as he could tell he was outside St Bart's hospital but things looked different. Greg had to know what was going on, he headed down the street towards Scotland Yard. At least that was a place he knew well, or so he thought.
Dazed and confused Greg stumbles into the office looking for any familiar face to calm his nerves, Hell he'd even be pleased to see Sherlock at this point but instead he saw no one.
"Can I help you mate?" a young man asked placing one hand on Greg's shoulder. Greg recoiled in shock.
"Erm yeah you can, WHERE THE BLOODY HELL HAS MY OFFICE GONE?!"
The young man took a step back looking puzzled. "I'm sorry who did say you were again? Because I never actually caught your name mate"
Greg had finally lost it. Was this some sick joke? And why did everyone have such shiny suits?!
"Right! You better tell me what the fuck is going on because I swear to god I am losing my mind!"
The whole office had now gone silent with every eye fixed on Greg looking bewildered and somewhat scared at the strange man who was now throwing chairs across the room and screaming.
"Sir if you could please come with us" said the two security guards who had come to see what all the commotion was about. The two men grabbed Greg by each arm and dragged him into one of the cells
"You stay here till you've calmed down then the DCI from Fenchurch East has requested to interview you" said one of the security guards
"Why does he want to see me? I BLOODY WORK HERE! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING!" Shouted Greg in a last desperate attempt to convince them he's not insane. But as far as today goes he's starting to believe it…
