It was a good day. Lestrade was looking forward to his date in the evening. Finally, after that whole disaster with his wife, ex wife he reminded himself, he had the guts to ask Molly out. He was slightly surprised when she actually said yes. Now it was just one more routine interview to go and then he'll soon be on his way to pick her up. Little did Lestrade know, that in a blink of an eye this day will become hell.
The guy he was interviewing wasn't even their prime suspect, he only had some questions regarding the victim. Sherlock deduced that the victim had an affair with one Leroy Greydon and that he was one of the persons who saw her last.
The Interview should be quick. He left Sherlock and John at the Yard. He'll fill them in later.
"Please, do come in Detective Inspector" Greydon greeted Lestrade "Do you want a cup of tea or something?" He asked while closing the door, showing Lestrade the way to the living room. "After you."
"No, thanks" Lestrade reclined politely. He only had a couple of questions and didn't want to stay longer than necessary.
Lestrade made his way past Greydon and into the living room.
"Mr. Greydon, regarding your rela..." he didn't get any further.
Something hard hit him on the back of his head. His vision got blurry and he had to use all of his strength to not pass out.
Clinging to the side of the wall Lestrade tried to reach his Baton but he was too slow. Another blow to the side of his head made him loose all of his remaining strength and his legs gave away.
He slit to the floor nearly passing out and while he was trying to fight the black spots that kept dancing before his eyes he saw Greydon stepping over him and going into the hallway, out of Lestrades sight.
He heard a door close, assumed that Greydon fled the scene and allowed himself a couple of minutes to become fully aware.
"Fuck!" Lestrade thought.
He pulled himself up, trying to ignore the spinning room and the pain in his head. He could feel blood running down his face from a cut above the eyebrow.
"Fuck!" He leaned onto the wall, fumbling for his mobile. It took him quiet a while but finally he was able to take one hand off the wall without having to fear to fall over. He dialled Donovans number to let her know about this whole disaster and that she must conduct a search for Greydon ASAP.
He put the mobile to his hear and waited.
"Hey Lestrade," he heard a female voice on the other end of the line,
"Interview over, Boss?" Lestrade breathed through the pain.
He heard a car pull up outside the house. "Shit!" Lestrade thought, realizing that it most likely was Greydon returning.
Now he had to act quick. He didn't hear any car doors or the front door being opened so he still had some time.
"Donovan, listen. I'm at Greydon's. Sherlock knows. He attacked me. Greydon. I'm fine, though. He left but I think he's coming back. I need backup right away! I need to get out of here or hide or what ever" Looking around for a way out he noticed that he was rambling."bloody head wound" Lestrade thought.
"Boss are you really OK? Donovan sounded concerned
"Yeah m'fine only got knocked over the head a bit. Bit wobbly but had worse" he answered, while turning and suddenly froze.
Greydon was standing in the hallway holding a gun.
"Thought I left, did ya?" he asked with an ice cold voice.
"Thought you could get away, eh?" "Too bad for you, that I didn't leave the house, just had to search for my old friend here to finish you off"
And suddenly Lestades world was full of pain. He heard Donovan screaming. He felt three bullets hitting him right in the chest and the stomach. His legs buckled and he hit the floor hard. His mobile slit away from him, Donovan still on the other end of the line, panicking. He felt blood, his blood wetting the floor beneath him. Breathing was getting difficult.
Greydon was leaning over him now, grinning. Under normal circumstances Lestrade would have panicked, might have tried to get away from that madman. But the only thing Lestrade was able to do right now was lying still and trying to get some oxygen into his lungs. He was on the brink of unconsciousness "Bye bye Pig" the gun was now aiming at his head.
A single gunshot rang through the house.