Lestrade was walking franticly back and fort his office, eying his phone, waiting it to ring.
Donovan sit, but her eyes never left the phone either.
"Its take too long." Lestrade murmured and Donovan only nodded.
When the phone finally rang, Lestrade stopped and Donovan jumped up. His hand was shaking when he picked up the phone and answered.
"Lestrade."
"I think it may bee too late to them." Familiar voice, which usually was calm and steady, was now sorrowful and full of regrets.
"Can't you do anything?!" Lestrade yelled, fully knowing that it wasn't doing any good.
"I already send the men to pick them up. But…"
"Too late." Lestrade's legs almost betrayed him and he sat. He watched through his office's class wall's how Donovan ordered around. "My fault. This whole mess is my fault."
Mycroft didn't said anything, he couldn't.
"I have to go." Lestrade rose, pulling himself out of his misery. He has to find them. He has to be there even if they…
He couldn't think about it.
"I'll be there too. I send the address to you already."
"Thanks, and… I'm sorry."
"Don't be. They know what they were doing." And Mycroft shut the call.
And Lestrade run.