First Impressions Always Last

Greg's POV

It was late, too late for me to still be in the office, but I had to finish the reports in time if I ever wanted a shot at DI. I pulled another sheet from the pile. MYSTERIOUS MAN, MOST LIKELY ON DRUGS, CONTAMINATED CRIME SCENE. That was a common theme as of late, Sherlock Holmes, as I found out was his name, would show up at a crime scene and tell us all what we were doing wrong. Most of time he was strung out and definitely had a combination of drugs in his system so we'd book him and take him back to the station. However, by the time we'd get there and officer would be waiting to tell us to let him go. It was bullocks how this man got away with everything, and I decided that if I ever made DI I would put a stop to this once and for all.

"Mr. Lestrade?" I jerked my head up to find a tall man, with a plump frame standing beside me. He was wearing a well-tailored suit, and had a black umbrella grasped firmly in his two hands.

"Yes," I replied cautiously still eying up the mysterious man. He held himself with all the confidence of the queen herself, as if he was untouchable. "And you are?"

"Who I am is none of your concern, but you can just refer to me as Mr. Holmes." He explained instead of giving me a straight forward answer.

"There are two of you?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. The other Holmes just stared at me as I was a complete idiot.

"Yes Mr. Lestrade, Sherlock is regrettably my younger brother." He seemed to consider me a waste of time, because he had the expression of a man who was about to cut out early on a date.

"So you are the one who has been bailing him out." I accused, pieces of the puzzle finally falling into place.

"Very good Lestrade, I see you do have some intelligence, perhaps there is hope for you yet." He took a step forward, towering over me sitting on the chair. I had the urge to stand, show that I wasn't going to back down, but I felt he would take that as a challenge.

"Why are you here then?" His expression softened a tad but was still threatening all the same.

"I have a proposition for you. As you are well aware my brother has a drug addiction. And before you interrupt me, no he doesn't do it for thrills; he does it to stop thinking. My brother and I were blessed with superior minds, and his mind is going to waste. He has created a job for himself as a consulting detective instead of sucking it up and getting a real job. As you can imagine he doesn't receive a lot of cases and finds himself bored most of the time, in which he then turns to drugs. So here is what I'm telling you to do." By this point the elder Holmes had completely took over my personal space, his face inches from mine. "Let him in on your cases. Consult with him."

"No!" I pushed my chair back, standing up to face him. "Absolutely not, I will not have amateurs messing up my crime scene. So take your idiotic idea to someone else."

"I can see why they've chosen you. You will make a fine DI." The man smirked at me.

"DI?" I gasped in surprise, "What the bloody hell are you going on about?"

"Language Mr. Lestrade. I hold a minor position in the British Government, and it came to my attention that you were to be the new DI. So I thought, if you were Detective Inspector then you could allow my brother the access he demands." He chuckled as my face went slack jaw.

"Are you bribing me?" My suspicions of them man doubled, and I was set on edge. Minor position my arse.

"Not at all. You will make Detective Inspector whether you accept this or not. I just figured you would jump at the chance to get one more drug consumer off the streets of London." He shrugged his shoulder, as if it didn't really matter to him either way.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I asked, making the other Holmes outright laugh.

"My dear boy, you can't trust me. In fact never trust me. It's probably for the best, but you can trust the facts. All of those papers you find yourself so tediously flipping through, all of them that document my brothers involvement and the claims he made. All those claims were proven true in twice the time it took my brother." He turned away from me and started making his way through the maze of cubicles. "Until we meet again, Greg." He called over his shoulder as way of goodbye, and I found myself sinking to my chair in disbelief. 'I never told him my name?'

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