A/N: Decoding Lestrade's feelings on Sherlock's return.
NEVER AGAIN
Be it continually spelt out, unheard of first names,
Or the unconstitutional seizure of my share of the fame,
The crime scene a dump yard, the body a specimen,
What do i do to you, oh maniac among men?
Should i slap to dislocate your chiselled cheek bones,
Or growling like a wild beast, at your doorstep pelt stones?
Should i lock you up in the darkest of prisons,
Or accuse you of your twitched mind's treason?
Yet with you gone i miss the way you have me pissed,
Your showoffs and boastful arrogance that has me many a times dissed,
Catching the psychopath criminal that roams,
And obviously mysteries that would take exactly Sherlock Holmes.
This moment as i hug you, never to disown,
Snarling and sniffling, counting those moments on my own,
I've found friendship in hatred and as much as we may feign,
My worthy mate, i need your absence never again.