Lestrade sat in his office looking over the file of the case he was on. It was a straight forwards case, but the criminal he was looking for was still at large. A famous cat burglar, James Willow, had been robbing houses like crazy, and Lestrade was at the end of the line on his patience.
"Lestrade, why don't you get home, it's nearly midnight you know." Said Hopkins making Lestrade jump.
"Hopkins, I didn't hear you come in." Lestrade said with a yawn.
"I did knock." Hopkins said with a smirk and sat in front of the inspector's desk.
"I can't find him Hopkins. Every time I get close, he slips out of my reach." Lestrade said with a sigh.
"Why don't you go to Holmes?" Hopkins asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe, but that will have to wait till tomorrow. Goodnight Hopkins."
"Goodnight Lestrade." Hopkins said with a laugh.
A/N: This is before the doctor came in the storys, but don't worry, he'll turn up. ;)