It had been a long day. It seemed as if one thing after another just kept happening. For example, that morning when he had picked up his delicious, steaming cup of coffee, Donovan and Anderson appeared seemingly out of nowhere, thus startling him and causing the coffee to spill all over his clean white shirt. It had been a disaster and all Donovan and Anderson had wanted was to complain about the incompetency of the new intern, an individual Lestrade actually quite liked. After that his computer started acting up and wouldn't connect to the internet for some reason. When Lestrade called the guys in charge of this, he was put on hold several time before being transferred to a bored sounding individual who said that someone would be there to check it out soon. Apparently though, that person's idea of soon and Lestrade's were very different. After what seemed like two hours, no had still shown up. Lestrade had given up hope. Fast forward the day's events a bit, to around midafternoon. Lestrade got a call from a woman that lived in a flat near his complaining about all the noise that was emanating from his flat. This was a problem for Lestrade because his wife was not at home, she had moved out for the time being, and he was very obviously at work. This could only mean one thing-his flat had been broken into.
Another wonderful thing to top off his so far wonderful day. Lestrade yelled at Anderson and Donovan to get to the squad car. He contemplated telling them it was an emergency that had to do with Sherlock as to motivate them to move faster, but decided against it in the end. When they arrived at Lestrade's flat, one light could be seen on inside and there was a tremendous ruckus. It sounded like an elephant had decided to take a "walk" inside a china shop. It was very worrisome to Lestrade. He moved slowly up to his front door with gun out in front of him, ready to shoot if someone decided to come out. Lestrade motioned for Donovan and Anderson to stay by the car, for now; he was going to go in. With that, Lestrade turned the door knob and walked inside. Papers littered the floor. Every once and a while there was a lamp or random piece of furniture turned over. At first Lestrade saw no one until he made his way into his own sitting room. What he found will stay with him for the rest of his life. There behind his desk was Sherlock rifiling through some confidential police records. Sherlock was the cause of all this mess. "What are you doing here!?" demanded Lestrade. Without even looking up from the folder, Sherlock calmly replied, "Drugs bust." Lestrade simply sighed, put his gun back in its holster, went outside and called off Anderson and Donovan. He then turned away from his two annoying officers and screamed as loud as possible. After composing himself and ignoring the weird looking from the two terrified officers, Lestrade went back inside. "Sherlock, clean this up when you're done. I don't even want to know why you're here. If I come back and its not clean, though, I'll arrest you." With that, Lestrade went outside, got in the police car, and went back to his office.