Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade sat in his office, feet propped up on the desk. It was lunch time and he was waiting for his daughter to call when she got out of class. His mobile phone rang and he answered, "Hello?"

"Hi Dad. I just got out of class and I'll be getting on the train back to London at 3:05." Gwen's voice crackled through the phone.

"Okay. I want to know about your forensics class. What are you doing in it now? Do you have homework over break?" Lestrade asked.

Gwen laughed. "I'll tell you about it when I get back, Dad. I've got to go pack up my stuff now, but I'll call you when I'm near Coventry, okay?"

Lestrade smiled. "Okay, Gwen. I'll talk to you later."

"I love you, Dad."

"Love you too. Bye." He answered.

He hung up the phone and, swinging his feet off the desk, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.