CHAPTER 1
John and Sherlock were at a crime scene when John found it. Lestrade had called him over so they could go out for drinks after the case.
So, when everything was wrapped up, John got in the car with Lestrade.
"Hey, Greg. I thought we were going to the pub?" John asked as he saw they were pulling into Scotland Yard.
"Yeah, we can do that later; I want to show you something."
When they got to Lestrade's office, Lestrade smirked when he saw Sally\ and Anderson were in the room with a DVD player.
"…Um, what's this then?"
"I was searching through some things that Sherlock left at my flat and I found this," Lestrade said, holding up a disc in a see-through case with a sharpie-scrawled title 'Do Not Watch.'
"When was Sherlock at your flat?" John asked.
"Oh, ages ago; when I first met him he was high as a kite and so I let him kip on the couch for a night. Unfortunately, one night eventually became a week; then he was gone. His stuff was still there, so I left it for, like, a month or something but he never showed, so I binned some of it and I just sorta stuffed the rest under the couch." Lestrade took a breath. "Which brings us to today, when I decided to clean up my flat."
John nodded minutely and asked, "So what's the disc?"
"Oh, that," Lestrade turned around and grabbed it off the table beside where Sally and Anderson were plugging things in to watch the disc, "is a video somebody—I don't know who—took of a concert. Some unknown band. Really good, but I've heard they only used their money for coke. Anyway, you need to watch it; and look at the lead guitarist."
"Couldn't you've used a laptop?" John asked. Lestrade didn't reply, but simply started then video.
John watched as the screen became less fuzzy as the camera stilled. A boy walked on the stage in the video and began saying, "So, hey. We don't really have a band name, but I 'ope you like the music." The boy had a slight cockney accent. He was average height, had light brown hair, just long enough to be over the tops of his eyes. His build was similar to that of a rugby player. He had no piercings; not like the others on stage.
John's eye caught movement on the right side if the screen. Realizing it was the lead guitarist, he paid close attention.
Oh.
Oh…
It was Sherlock.