Authors Note: I own nothing but the idea and I can not help myself I love crossovers and I have been sitting on this one for a while. I will put at the end the show crossover but try to guess. ::hint hint:: Firefly Easter eggs are in the show a bit.
3,178 seconds since we found out that Lestrade had gone and was not coming back. That is 53 minutes which is almost one full hour since I found out. There is no alleviating the feeling in the pit of my stomach that had I gone to check the night before Holmes would not be in a full black mood laying out on the sofa. A full black mood one which I had not had the horror to yet witness in this new century. When Holmes had gotten off the phone with Deirdre he just sat in shock as we arrived at Baker Street. We had not been far when he had called in now 53 no make that 54 minutes and he is upset and the Irregulars are on their way. Deirdre knows more than what she has let slip over the com. device and for good reason I should suspect. Holmes had as of late been pushing Lestrade away as well as the Irregulars. He still got to see them every day Lestrade maybe not every, but he still got to see her but seven months apart had driven home to him how much he had come to care for Lestrade.
It has been over 2 hours since the news broke the Irregulars started in on the story. Lestrade had left because her visa was about up and the exchange program was not going to allow her to just get a renewal rather unfortunately and she had been given no decent reason to stay and become a full citizen. Holmes at that moment had let out a quiet moment of despair over that. Finally after much "grilling" Deirdre finally told us that Lestrade had gone back to Gotham City, also known as New York City in America. We had realized she was American but did not realize that she came from the "big apple". The black mood over Holmes is already up and headed to his room to pack. He is quite determined that he will have Lestrade back. He wanted to say good-bye at the least and at the most convince her to come back.
The Irregulars have school starting back so they cannot come along and I am going with Holmes although he is insisting upon my staying here. I am Doctor John H. Watson, at least in thoughts, and I am going to go as well so he has some support. Holmes has already begun packing as I see the Irregulars off and Deirdre hands me a note and says, "This is where she told us to send all letters. But she also said if Holmes asked to 'Make sure to only let him know if he was ready' whatever that means." I put the note into my pocket and smile at her and wish them all farewell. Holmes comes down at that moment and with his bags in hand says, "let us go and get out Lestrade back."
"Holmes we cannot leave until tomorrow there are no more shuttles tonight you might as well get some sleep."
"No sleeping for me Watson if we cannot leave now then I shall make plans for tomorrow."
As the shuttle lands I have started to grab my bag from the overhead the most I had carried with me as everything else in shipping or being given away. I get off the shuttle and look around and find the cab service and order one to take me to the precinct. It has been almost 3 years since I had left Gotham but Gotham has not left me. Already the hustle and bustle is starting to get to me and I am pushing back as much as being pushed to get to the loading station. The cab takes off with me in it and I close my eyes in exhaustion the commander will not let me rest until get debriefed from my experiences and to see if I am fit to resume work within the week.
The shuttle lands in front of the 12th precinct of the NYPD. I get out and go in the door with big greetings all around. Most of the people here have been around since my grandmother and my mother used to work in the precinct. I am here now my mom having had to 10-7 about four years ago due to health issues from a bad back. That was about the time I had put in for the exchange program. They were loath to see me go with my mom leaving, but well it was too late to withdraw.
The family name is well-known within the precinct my mom's and my dad's as well. It had come as no surprise when my mother had married my father it was one when they divorced though. I smile as two guys a few years older than me walk through the door and say, "Well about time you got back." I look at my two best friends. Our families had worked together for years. David Ryan a pale skinned Irish descendent of much debated second or third best detective in the district. The other young man is Eduardo Esposito a dark-skinned Hispanic and African-American mix. His sister Justine works for the coroner's office.
"Well somebody had to do the exchange program since you two chickens didn't want to go."
"Hey now," Ed said, "It wasn't that I didn't want to go it was that I knew David here couldn't do it without me."
"Take that back," David said slugging Ed in the arm slightly. Both men were good-looking and like big brothers to me. My great-aunt Alexis always says I can have the pick of the two but well, they just aren't Holmes. My father had owned the journals when he married my mother and my grandfather ate them up when he lent them to him. I inherited them when my father died in the line of duty overseas while gathering intelligence from well that's classified. My father had come from a surprise surprise a long line of CIA agents which of course made my grandfather love him all the more.
Ed and David both stood there looking at me expectantly and I realized I was more jet legged then I had realized.
"Sorry just a bit jet legged what were you all saying?"
"I said," David rolling his eyes started, "that the commander is waiting upstairs with the chief. There is no rest for the wicked apparently."
"What?" I said looking between the two.
"Oh you'll see." Ed said and started to walk off followed by David. I followed behind the two of them and got into the elevator. We got off on our floor and I looked around. The 12th precinct homicide department still has a whole floor to ourselves and has gone through some changes except that instead of having my own little office I have a desk and surrounded, by well everybody. David in front of me and Ed's desk pushed in front of his where they could look at each other. I go into the office to see the chief and the commander. I give a debriefing of what I had learned and am debriefed on everything new that had happened and I need to know.
It is early the next morning as I get Watson and myself hurried to the airport. I was determined to not miss the shuttle to New York City. Lestrade had told me Gotham I had not realized at the time that it was NYC, but I am rather glad to be going and seeing the changes first hand. It had been many years since I had been there. It was during the time of my faked death after Reichenbach Falls that I had gone there for some time before traveling throughout a good bit of the world. I look around Baker Street as we start to leave making a firm promise to myself that I will bring Lestrade home or stay there with her. Moriarty had been to quiet of late and although this leaves me rather unsettled in feeling I believe that things are not quite what they appear to be on that front lately.
Watson gets in front of the hovercar and begin our quick trip to the port. I look on as the shuttles take off and land and get a queer excitement in my stomach. I had ridden a few shuttles to the moon and back. Three times one when I was first brought back to life leaving Lestrade behind thinking at the time that I did not need her. But if it had not been for her those children and the gentleman would have been lost. The next time was a few months later with the missing race shuttles and then finally not to long after that or maybe before it was a trip without her and to settle a small inheritance dispute and an almost murder attempt. I was rather glad that Lestrade was not around for that one a woman's place is not investigating a murder that is more for a man.
Watson and I show our passports and board the shuttle heading to NYC and as we take off the feeling in the pit of my stomach grows and a hunch tells me as I pull out the locket I had made for her and look at the picture of our little family and realize this might just be my greatest adventure ever.
Authors Note: I do not own, if you guessed it cookies, kudos, and leave it in a review and new chapter tomorrow, Castle. I do own the grand kids idea.. Do not hesitate to leave ideas because if its not used for this one I might use it in another of my stories or as a one shot. Thank you for reading.
