The first time Lestrade met Sherlock, the consulting detective was six years old and lived on the streets.
November 1990
It was a rainy morning, Sergeant Gregory Lestrade was on is way to work. It was early, only a little past six in the morning and he was alone at the tube station, well almost alone. As he went up the stairs he heard music, it echoed between the walls, and he went towards the sound, curious. As he went around a corner he stopped in surprise. It was a little boy who played, he stood there all alone with his violin. Lestrade recognised the piece as Nearer my God to thee, and he thought that it was a strange thing for a young boy to play. He listened to the boy a few minutes, he was talented.
"What's your name son?" the boy looked up at him without stop playing.
"Sherlock Holmes..." he said.
Soon Lestrade had to go, he gave the boy five pounds, because he didn't have any change, and started to leave.
"See you later Sergeant!"the boy called after him, starting to play God save the queen.
Lestrade turned around and looked one last time at the boy. Sherlock was dressed in a long black coat and had a blue scarf around his neck. It wasn't until later he wondered how Sherlock had known that he was a Sergeant.
Later that day as he had quit work and was on his way home, he saw Sherlock again. He stood on the same place as he had done in the morning. But as the tube station was full of people, he now played a fast piece of music, Mozart's Turkish March. Lestrade stayed and listened to him, he wanted to know more about the boy. The first thing he saw was that the boy didn't have any music sheets. He played everything by heart. Then he saw how thin the boy was. He must have it hard at home, poor family maybe. As he left he hoped that the boy would be back the next morning. But he didn't see the boy in nearly a year.