The 'G' Lestrade

"So, Sam, what do we have?" Callen called out as he stepped out of the car, nearing the crime scene.

"Well, from what Hetty gave us, there's a double homicide, a cold, drenched, miserable weekend, and..." the stockier man raised his eyebrows in the direction of a stern-looking detective. "One, Detective Inspector G. Lestrade. Hetty said he could potentially be a force to be reckoned with."

Callen raised his eyebrow dubiously at Sam. "And, what does the 'G' stand for?"

Sam looked through his dossier again and shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know, the only reference Hetty gave us was 'G. Lestrade' apparently, his first name isn't well known... even to his collegues." Callen grunted as they entered the crime scene, flashing their credentials. "Although, many have suspicions that the initial in question stands for 'Gregory', so far, none of this has been proven false, nor true."

Kensi, who had arrived in the vehicle following, now jogged to catch up with them. "You two were talking more about the Inspector in charge, than of the two victims, am I right? Or am I right?"

"Kensi," Deeks called after the woman. "he's a 'G. Lestrade' like a 'G. Callen' course they're going to talk!"

"You must be the NCIS team I was told to expect." Deeks jumped with a startled squeak and the rest of the team turned to meet DI Lestrade.

"Inspector," Sam moved to shake the man's hand firmly. "Sam, Callen, Kensi, and Deeks." He pointed to the respective owners of those names in order. "NCIS."

"Lestrade." Lestrade nodded his acknowledgement and waved toward the two bodies. "My team is almost finished up here, feel free to take a look. You could ask forensics for the autopsy files... and I will be talking to witnesses and suspects. If you need me, just holler for Donovan," he pointed to a frowning young lady. "she'll know where to find me." And with that, he walked away.

"Hm, serious, straight, to the point." Kensi raised her eyebrows. "I think I like him."

"Right," Deeks rolled his eyes. "can't resist a man in a suit."

"Can't resist a man who matches a suit, Deeks." Kensi kindly corrected him.

Then Lestrade returned with a few protective suits. "Sorry, can't have anybody accidentally tampering with evidence." At Kensi's wary look. "They're all the rage 'round here, ma'am." he told her patiently.

Kensi sighed and Sam kindly took the suits off him. "Sorry, I'll get them to wear it."

Lestrade nodded gratefully. "Thanks." And he was gone again.

Callen nudged Kensi in the side. "Not liking him too much anymore, are you?" He deadpanned.

"At least he called you 'Ma'am'." Deeks chuckled. Kensi merely responded by pinching his ear... hard.

"Alright, kids." Sam called out over Deek's pained howls. "Time to get to work."

Callen reached over and grabbed a suit, pulling it over his clothes awkwardly. He looked himself up and down once, letting out a sigh of embarrassment. "And Hetty was on my case for my choice of clothing..."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Stop complaining, G."

The team walked into the crime scene and stopped short, heads swiveling around for a moment or two. Then, finally, Deeks broke the shocked silence. "Uh, guys? Where are the bodies?"

Lestrade was startled out of his musings by his cellphone chiming at him. He pulled his car over onto the side of the street and fished in his pockets for the gadget, noting absently that the call came from out of the country. "Lestrade."

"Detective Inspector Lestrade!" Lestrade winced at the reproachful tone his ears were assulted with.

"Lange, ma'am!" He gulped like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"I know you're a good detective, and a damned stubborn bloke, at best, but witholding evidence from my team isn't going to help your situation any." Hetty reprimanded the DI.

Lestrade groaned in exasperation. "I know! But I've got higher ups who don't want us to hand this case over to foreign operatives just yet. You know, better than anybody, how they are. Bloody politics!"

"The two victims were American officers."

"Who died on British soil! You know, it would save all of us alot of trouble if you could just... I don't know, keep American officers from getting killed over here!" Lestrade sighed. "I'll let your team have all the evidence we have, just give me three hours."

"Three hours, Inspector Lestrade?"

Lestrade grunted. "Yes, ma'am. I know I owe you a good explanation, but I can't speak about it. Just say, I have someone who knows who is behind both homicides, but we don't have evidence yet. And he'll be able to obtain it sometime between three hours."

"And what is the logic behind keeping my team out of the loop?"

"Well, Sher- hmmm." Lestrade caught himself. "My agent is a man who's abilities are only able to make themselves known with the least distractions possible." he explained. "Look, ma'am, once we've got the evidence in question and have informed the higher ups that we've solved the case, I'll hand it over to your team and they can make the arrest."

He heard Hetty sigh heavily on the other end of the line, clearly not convinced. Lestrade bit his lip uneasily, hoping desperately that his plan would work. "Um, might I be able to bribe you out of three hours with a box of England's finest teas?"

Silence. "Three hours, Inspector Lestrade. No more." And Hetty hung up.

Lestrade put his phone away with a sigh of relief. Now, how to convince the rest of the team that the bodies arn't simply at the mortuary? "Aw, bugger it!"