Detective Chief Inspector Lestrade was sat behind his desk, filling in paperwork, he glanced at the clock slightly, it was 1.34am in the morning, he sighed heavily and once again looked down at the piles of paperwork, and he had loads to do. He powered on but his body couldn't take the strain, his eyes felt heavy and his body ached, the next thing he was fast asleep, sprawled out across his desk.
"Sir" Sally Donavan called; she made no attempt to keep her voice down. Lestrade stirred slightly but did not wake. Was this a dream, was he really dreaming about Sally Donovan In his office. As the voice got louder Lestrade awoke, he lifted his head off the table and looked around. The clock now read 8.16am.
"you look terrible" Sally said, Lestrade stretched before leaning back in his chair.
"Thank you Sally, I'm glad you're here for moral support" Lestrade said standing up reaching for his coat.
"You can't leave now sir, new case" Sally informed him hurriedly; Lestrade placed his head in his hands and sighed heavily.
"I'm just going home to shower and shave, I'll be back before you know it" Lestrade replied proceeding to pull his worn out black coat on.
"Sir I really can't stress this enough, we need you immediately" Sally was stood in front of the door guarding it. What was she going to do attack him? Lestrade looked at her and then out of his office widow drinking in the sight of his staff working hard.
"What's the case?" he said slumping back into his chair. Sally smiled and opened the case file.

Lestrade didn't like winter nor did he like summer, so he loathed the idea of standing at a crime scene, in the middle of winter, without proper thermals on. He was in a dark alley not far from the local pub. Lying in front of him was a 23 year old male, dark hair, blue eyes, dead. Lestrade couldn't help but feel sorry; he had his whole life ahead of him. Cause of death stab wound to the abdomen, second case this week. Lewis Bones was the first, only Monday Lestrade was called to be informed about a crime in Cardiff South Wales where Lewis had been stabbed and left for dead. Lestrade knew they were connected, the man in front him now and Lewis bones, they were the same, same hair colour, same eyes and roughly the same age.

Lestrade tightened the red scarf around his neck, pulled his hood up over his head and braved the soaring wind. Lestrade could hear faint talking; he turned to his side following the sound. Stood a fair distance away was Sally she was yelling at him, but it was so windy only certain words reached his ears. "Freaks here" Sally screeched, Lestrade turned around to see two figures approaching, one slightly taller than the other, the figures of Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson. Lestrade explained the case to Sherlock and John and willingly stood back letting them continue. Sherlock had deducted that the young man was from England, studying politics at Cambridge, he had been on a date with a young lady that said lady had stabbed him. Taking in all this information Lestrade retreated to his office.

Lestrade had pulled out a rather big whiteboard on it he stuck pictures of the two dead men, drawing lines connecting them, he wrote down every bit of information about the men.

Lewis Bones
23
Dark hair
Blue eyes
Stab wound to abdomen
Welsh
On a date at "Red Dragon" pub
Time of death 1.00am, Monday found by landlord of the pub
Found alleyway back of the pub.

Stanley Myles
23
Dark hair
Blue eyes
Stab wound to abdomen
English
Date at "the midnight owl" pub
Time of death 12.00am Wednesday found by man passing
Found alleyway back at the pub.

Lestrade sat on his desk, placing the pen to his lips he thought and thought hard, when a knock at the door made him jump. Stood in the doorway was a very tall man, he was also very skinny and had dark hair. He was dressed very well in a three piece black suit and hooked over his arm was an umbrella.
"Hello can I help you?" Lestrade said standing up
"Detective chief inspector Lestrade" the man questioned, Lestrade nodded.
"My name is Mycroft Holmes, I'm Sherlock Holmes' older brother"
Lestrade looked at him before saying "oh my god there's two of you" Mycroft chuckled and Lestrade noticed he was still stood in the doorway, he hadn't barged in like Sherlock would have done. Lestrade invited him in and Mycroft accepted.
"I'm nothing like my brother Inspector" Mycroft said sitting down.
"Please call me Greg and well that's good to know" Lestrade said laughing, still stood up.
"May I be of assistance to you Mr Holmes" Lestrade said as he tidied his desk and made Mycroft some tea.
" Please call me Mycroft and yes I require the recent information in the case you are currently working on"
Lestrade placed the tea on the table which Mycroft willingly accepted, he sat down, he was very unsure whether to give it to him.
"Stanley Myles, her majesty's secret service, very good, undercover, spying on a woman called Miranda Gilbert, murdered. I am a member of the British Government I wish to work alongside you Greg, and I can see you have already done much work" Mycroft had explained it all without once looking away from Lestrade. Lestrade had agreed to give the information over after Mycroft provided official papers to him.
"I could give you a lift home if you want, you need a descent night's sleep, you haven't slept probably for two nights running" Mycroft said, he finished his tea and stood up, Lestrade smiled, it was the first time he had genuinely smiled for weeks.

Mycroft and Lestrade left Scotland Yard and climbed into Mycroft's black Chauffeur driven car, inside was a girl texting away on her blackberry she didn't say anything just typed away. Without saying a word regarding where he lived, the black car as if by magic pulled up right outside his flat.
"Thank you" Greg said stepping outside of the car, Mycroft smiled.
"I'll see you tomorrow Gregory" and with those last words the car drove away. Lestrade stood there watching it go, as the sky slowly turned dark.