Run-ins With A Cab

Lexi MacKenna was not happy. She barely had any sleep and was running on fumes. To make matters worse, the murderer she was after was now leading her on a chase throughout London. It was a good thing she had her running shoes on. Things had been going well for her lately. She had been working with the Yard for a year now consulting on cases and Lestrade was calling her in on more cases than before now that he had seen more of how she worked. She took off and leapt over the bins that the murderer had run around before bolting up the locked fence between the buildings. He was a spry little bastard she would give him that. Well this was one way to lose weight. Lexi took off after him as he ran across the road only to hear a loud horn before she was knocked to the ground. She groaned as her head started throbbing and she heard a ringing in her ears. She squeezed her eyes closed as she assessed the extent of the damage. Possibly cracked rib, maybe a concussion, and a sprained ankle, not broken. She blinked her eyes open as she heard muffled sounds of someone talking to her only to be met with the face of a cabbie.

"Oh God, I'm sorry I didn't see you… you ran right out into the road," The cabbie said as I slowly sat up and hissed in pain as the movement jarred my ribs. "I'll call you an ambulance," The cabbie said, but I waved him off as I pushed through the pain and picked myself up off the road. I had a gash on my leg which was bleeding as well as some other cuts along my arms. My mid length hair was falling out of its long braid as well.

"I'm fine," I told the cabbie who looked at me in shock as I looked back to where my murderer had fled. "Ah bloody hell, he got away," I said in exasperation, my voice going into a thick Cockney accent which I had recently picked up while undercover. I made to go after him, hopeful that I could catch up with him, but as soon as I tried to walk I stumbled as my ankle twinged painfully and I cried out in pain. I was righted by someone tall wearing a dark coat. I looked up to be met with blue – grey eyes. "Thanks," I told him as he stepped back.

"You are not fine, your ankle is most likely sprained and I would wager you cracked a rib or two," The man said as he helped me take a seat on the bonnet of the car as the cabbie called for an ambulance. "May I?" The stranger asked me as he gestured to my boot clad foot.

"Have at it," I told him and he bent down and took my boot off, I hissed in pain again as he rotated my ankle.

"As I thought, sprained," He said as he took his scarf off, crème coloured and started wrapping it tightly around my ankle. "That should help keep down some of the swelling for now," He told me as he got back up. "Now, what were you doing running across the lane of travel?" He asked me in bemusement.

"Thought I would go for a nice nighttime run around the city," I remarked as I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed heavily. This was rather tedious. It also meant I would have to deal with bloody Mycroft reprimanding me at the hospital for reckless behaviour. This was just bloody perfect. I was also going to get an earful from Lestrade. The man smirked as the sound of sirens reached my ears. I groaned and shook my head. Sirens, really? I wasn't that injured. "Traitor," I told the man as the ambulance pulled up. He raised an eyebrow at me as the EMTs got out and forced me over to the ambulance and loaded me onto a stretcher. I attempted to take the scarf off of my foot but the man waved me off.

"Keep it. You might need it for another night time stroll," He told me with the hint of a smirk in his voice. I rolled my eyes as the EMTs closed the doors of the ambulance. As if on cue my phone went off with the ring tone that signaled that the British Government had just been notified of my little accident. Oh bloody perfect.

It took the British Government and the Detective Inspector to get Lexi MacKenna to sit in her flat and rest while they caught the murderer. The crème scarf hung up behind her door with her red coat for the next few months. She wore it every case after that, not exactly forgetting the man who had helped her, but slowly she forgot what he looked like, all except for blue-grey eyes. She would later lose that scarf on her last case for Scotland Yard.