Hello. I'm very happy to know you're reading this (You have no idea). This is my first fanfic and its probably not very good, but ya know, I'm trying. This is like a prologue to set up the story, so it's a bit short and its in Lestrade's POV. Welp, here it is. Enjoy!

The train slowly began chugging away on its long journey as Greg Lestrade ran towards it, cursing under his breath. 'Damn' he thought. How the hell was he suppose to get to Leeds for his mother's birthday? He looked around, confused of what to do next, when he did a double take on a dark figure, slumped on a bench. He immediately recognized him as Sherlock Holmes. He quickly jogged over say a quick 'hi' to his college. He clapped his hand on the young man's shoulder and Sherlock's head snapped up towards the DI. His eyes looked troubled.

"Lestrade, I see you missed your train to see your mother. She'll be a bit disappointed, since you missed her last birthday, too."

Lestrade quickly brushed this remark off. He had grown used to his deductions over the years. "Nice to see you too, Sherlock. What are you doing here?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Waiting for someone, obviously"

Sherlock shifted and something caught the DI's eyes. Sherlock was holding a single red rose. Okay, something was up. Greg took a good look at Sherlock. He was wearing his best suit with that odd purple shirt that he miraculously pulled off, one of his legs kept jumping up and down, his hands were shaking a bit, and his hair looked as if he actually tried to tame it. Lestrade was no expert, but he knew exactly what was going on.

"Someone special?"

"Ah, so you're not as stupid as the rest of the Yard. Congrats, you are correct. It is a significant other."

"I didn't know you were into… well, felt… you know…" Lestrade was lost for words. He wasn't sure what to call it. Or what Sherlock would call it. Probably something that sounded scientific or clinical, knowing him.

Sherlock made a sound of irritation, "Lestrade, you're being dull and please stop mumbling. You do know how I have that. And, yes, I do have romantic feelings towards a girl. It may surprise you, that I do, in fact, have a heart."

"I'm not saying you didn't… you know what, never mind," He threw his hands up in a way that said 'chill'. "Might I ask who this 'significant other' is?"

Sherlock's face soften and he smiled a little crooked smile. This is a face Lestrade has never seen on this man's face before. It seemed almost… human.

"Her name is Rosie."

"Oh," Lestrade said with a surprise and sat next to Sherlock on the bench. "How come I've never seen her? Or heard about her before?"

"I haven't seen her in 10 years, 3 months, and 11 days."

Greg said a silent 'oh', and then his face screwed up in confusion. "Where has she been?"

The dark haired man's face turned sour as if he had just eaten a lemon. "Witness protection program. She had to move to America. Even when she could come back, she had to stay in Dublin for a month. Damn regulations."

Wait. Witness protection? That was for people who were being hunted down! Who the hell was this Rosie? Well, then again this is Sherlock Holmes we were talking about...

Sherlock must of seen the look on the older man's face because he sighed and said, "Care for me to explain?"

Like I said, first fanfic so bare with me. Any constructive criticism or complements would be nice. No hate though.