Chapter two! It took longer than I thought. I hope that it's good! (=
The taxi soon arrived at a police barrier, and Lestrade jumped out. Paying the cabbie, he flashed his badge at the officers standing by the tape, and ducked under, running to where Sally Donovan stood, a mobile phone in her hands. The scene looked far worse than it had on the television. Smoke clouded the air. And the flames and police car lights cast a strange flickering light on everything. A ambulance roared off, sirens blaring, screeching as it set off. Donovan looked up, and she barely managed to conceal her relief at the sight of Lestrade.
"Inspector. I'm glad your here." she said in a carefully calm voice.
Lestrade could see her face was paler than normal, and the hands that held the phone shook very slightly.
"Sergeant, what happened?" asked Lestrade.
Sally took a deep breath, calming herself.
"I was just about to leave the office tonight, when I got a call from Sergeant Johnson. He told me to get down here, because..." she stopped
"Because what?" snapped Lestrade, though he didn't have to be a consulting detective to guess.
"Because frea-Sherlock was in this building when it exploded. He knew we worked together occasionally."
"I know, where is he?"
"How did..."
"TV." said Lestrade, cutting her off.
"Oh. Sherlock and Watson were in that ambulance. They should have reached the hospital by now."
"Good. And what do the medics think about their condition?"
Sally licked her lips anxiously.
"They both should make it." she said cautiously.
"Good. We need to get down there." Lestrade said, looking round.
The fire had been quenched, and already the police officers had set up tapes around the crime scene. The press were already converging on the disaster area, being held back by more officers. Lestrade, followed by Donovan hurried to one of the police cars, which was helping to form a barricade.
"Don't let anybody touch the scene without my permission." snapped Lestrade to Sergeant Johnson, who was standing to attention.
He nodded, and silently opened the police car door. Lestrade and Donovan climbed in.
Sally Donovan sat, watching the road silently as they drove a little quicker than was allowed down the streets of London. It had been a perfectly normal night, until Johnson had called her up. As soon as she heard the ringing, Sally had known that something was wrong.
"Sergeant Donovan?" he had asked hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"I believe you know ."
Sally had hesitated. She never liked admitting to knowing the freak. And she wasn't even sure which way the conversation was going.
"I have met him." she had admitted.
"Then get down here. Holmes has been caught up in an explosion. I don't know anybody else he knows."
Sally frowned.
"What about his flatmate, Dr. Watson?"
"He was with Holmes."
The silence had stretched out. Then Sally had hurried from the office, getting directions to the scene. She sighed as the police car car halted before a set of lights. It was strange, despite disliking the freak considerably, she felt almost guilty about what had happened. And she had nothing against John.
Lestrade tapped her on the shoulder.
"Do you want to come in?" he asked, opening the door and stepping into the hospital carpark.
"Actually, I'd rather go and get some sleep." said Sally, sliding across into the drivers seat.
"Right, but I want you at the office by 10 tomorrow."
Sally nodded, and Lestrade slammed the door shut.
Lestrade walked slowly up to the hospital doors. The ambulance was outside, but the entrance was empty. He hurried inside, and walked up to a desk. A middleaged women looked up from her laptop.
"What can I do for you sir. I hope you realise that visiting hours are 10 until 4." she said in a board voice.
Lestrade refrained from frowning, instead keeping his face calm.
"Where are the two men that were brought in?" he asked, pulling out his badge, and showing it to her.
The desk attendant carefully examined the card, then glanced at Lestrade. Her face from changed from annoyance to politeness. She turned to her laptop, and clicked furiously for a few seconds.
" and ?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Their currently in surgery. If you could come back tomorrow, with any relatives? They might be needed to help with some medical decisions." she said hesitantly.
"Of course."
He turned on his heel, and marched from the hospital.
There we go! I'm not sure when I'll update again, as I've got loads to do. But it will be in the very near future. Please, please, please review! It really keeps me motivated, and advice is always welcome!
