"Where is he?"
"I don't know Donovan! He isn't answering the phone, and I don't have a psychic link with him," Lestrade gritted out.
They were in Lestrade's office, getting more and more frustrated by the case before them. Not only was it nearing 11:30 PM, but they were running on caffine and bickering constantly. Had been for most of the day.
The case was a simple murder, or what looked like one, except for the toxicology report that said that there were no foreign substances in the victim, one Mr. Darni.
Shane Darni was a 45 year old construction worker who was 6' tall, Caucasian, heterosexual, married and had twins, one boy and one girl. What made his death suspicious was the irritated injection mark on his left arm his wife swears wasn't there the last night he was alive.
The whole team was on it, all but Sherlock, who they'd been trying to contact for the last seven hours. No matter what Donovan thought of Sherlock personally, she acknowledged the fact that they needed his help. Especially because there was a note, saying there would be another death every five days if the case went on unsolved.
At that moment, there was a strong knock on the door, before it opened abruptly, admitting Anderson, his usual smirk suspiciously absent from his face. Both Donovan and Lestrade knew that meant that he hadn't found anything new.
"When's the freak getting here?" Anderson growled, unhappy with the situation.
"He's not coming. We still can't reach him, but I'm going over to get him," Lestrade finally decided. "Is anyone coming with me?"
"No, we'll stay here and go over everything one more time," Donovan decided for both of them.