It was always wisest to bring at least one person with you when you went to interrogate a suspect, no matter the consequences. In the long run it saves you time and a tremendous hospital bill. Though, Dimmock hadn't thought he would need one when the case had come in earlier that day.

Lestrade had called every DI into his office with news on the child rape case. Everyone was buzzing with newly found energy since they had been on the case for three weeks without any news ever coming into the Yard.

"This is great," Gregson cheered when Lestrade had finished telling everyone. "I can finally put my skills to the test!"

"You're interviewing an old lady, not disarming a bomb," Dimmock scoffed.

"How would you know anything about disarming a bomb? You're as fresh face as a baby's bum. I doubt you've ever even seen one, Iain."

A blush crept up Dimmock's face at the use of his forbidden first name. He clenched his fist, every pair of eyes in the room trained on him. "For once in your life, Gregson, can you not act like a selfish child? There are other people here that are better suited to interviewing then you, you know."

Before the other man could scold the DI, Lestrade stepped in, hand on Dimmock's shoulder. "He's right."

"He is?"

"I am?"

"Of course, you've actually hit it spot on." Lestrade looked down at Dimmock, giving the young man a very private smile that lit up Dimmock's heart. It was sudden, and very, very unlike the DI. But before Dimmock could explore it more, Lestrade took his hand away and turned to address his audience.

"I don't just want anyone to question Ms. Perkins. It has to be someone who is cunning, who can figure anything out with their wizened skills."

This was usually where Dimmock stopped paying attention to his boss. He wasn't going to be needed again, especially when they brought that damned consulting detective into it. It was amazing how one guy could take your job away in a matter of minutes, and sometimes it made Dimmock want to just scream into the air. Though, he'd never admit to it since it wasn't exactly professional of him.

"Well, then call the freak and get it over with," Donavan snapped, obviously as mad as Dimmock was.

"Sherlock? Why would I call him? It's just an interview, not a bomb threat as Iain has so blatantly put it." Lestrade laughed once, before turning towards the young DI. "I was talking about you."