Stolen Moments
Lestrade blew out a sigh as Watson exited the morgue, and heard the equally as unhappy breath hissed out through clenched teeth coming from Hooper. "One day down, eh?"
"I despise it when he works a case. Both him and that Doctor Watson," Hooper retorted.
"I know, but..." Lestrade trailed off, looking towards the bloodied message on the wall. "If ever a case for Sherlock Holmes..."
"... Yes," Hooper replied shortly.
They stared towards the message for a long, silent minute. The morgue around them was quiet, but the presence of the body chained down on the table in front of them was overwhelming.
Next to him, his companion shivered.
Without looking away from the wall, Lestrade brushed his knuckles up against Hooper's, the slightest touch of re-assuring. We will be fine; Holmes will solve this case.
Hooper did not move away.
A/N: Established relationship Victorian!Lestrolly; I intended to go so much deeper with this but this seem suitable just as it was. That being said, in the separate next chapter, a little more obvious Lestrolly if this wasn't enough for you. xP