After saying his goodbyes to Mycroft, Lestrade headed back to Scotland Yard, where security was a lot stronger than it had been a couple hours prior. Lestrade wasn't sure of what had happened until he walked inside and saw the charred remains of his office. He was just thankful that he didn't keep anything of value there. And no one had been seriously hurt. Just everyone scared and a few minor injuries.
"What the hell happened?" Lestrade asked. He ran up to Sally, who was doing minor triage on someone.
"Someone sent you a message." Sally said. Lestrade looked over at his office. A black box was sitting there. He wasn't sure if it was black from being charred or black because of paper.
"Who the hell would do such a thing?" Lestrade asked. He saw a black envelope on Sally's desk. It must've come with the package. He picked it up and examined it. His name was written on the front in a blood red, embossed font. The letter was sealed with a skull. He looked over at Sally. She was looking at him.
"Are you going to open it?" She asked, fear obvious in her voice.
"Might as well." He said. He carefully opened the envelope. Sally stood by his side with a hand over her mouth, in case the letter had been laced with poison. But instead, rose petals fell out. But there was something wrong with them. Sally shrieked.
"They're covered in blood!" She screamed. Lestrade thought he was going to be sick. This had to be the blood of one of the cops that had been murdered.
Things were starting to get out of control real fast.
"Bloody rose petals?" John asked as Lestrade paced 221B Baker Street. Scotland Yard had sent him home early but he didn't want to go to Mycroft. For one, his boyfriend had meetings and such and it'd probably be hours before he got to see him anyway, and two, it would just make him worry that much more and he didn't want to turn his red hair grey prematurely. "Who would send you those?"
"A jilted lover?" Sherlock suggested. "Your ex wife perhaps."
"She's the one who left me." Lestrade snapped. "She has no damn reason to be mad."
"Well, you've pissed someone off." John said. "Does Mycroft know about this yet?"
"He knows about the three cops, but he's sure to find out about the bomb and the petals before I have a chance to tell him. He monitors me." Lestrade set down.
"Want some tea?" John asked.
"No thanks." Lestrade said with a sigh.
"Whiskey then?" He asked. Lestrade nodded. John went and fetched the almost empty bottle out of the fridge and fixed Lestrade some. His phone chirped as he was fixing it. John glanced at it.
Is Greg there? –MH
John sighed and quickly typed out a message.
He's trying to clear his head. It's been a rough day.
He pocketed his phone then went to the sitting room. Mrs. Hudson had come in then and offered the shaken inspector one of her famous cookies. He gratefully took it and munched on it. He, like the boys of 221B, could not deny Mrs. Hudson anything.
"I guess I should head home." He said. "My's probably worried about me. Surprised he hasn't texted me a million times."
"Be safe." John said. He noticed that Sherlock had been unusually quiet. But he realized it was because his eyes were glued to his microscope. John sighed.
"I'll try." Lestrade said. He left then. John looked at Sherlock then.
"What? Not even going to say anything to him? Tell him to keep safe?" John asked.
"This is a rare type of rose petal." Sherlock said. "It's called a Grey Pearl. Typically found in Southern California."
"So whoever sent the bomb wasn't from the UK?" John asked. "Then how the hell did they know Greg?" Sherlock looked up at him, not quiet use to hearing the inspector called by his first name.
"They're also AB blood type." Sherlock said.
"So someone from Southern California, probably from the Los Angeles or San Diego area, with AB blood, is trying to kill Greg Lestrade. But why? And why target lower cops first? Why not just go straight after him?"
"They're sending a message." Sherlock said. "They're trying to show him that if a worker ant of a cop can be smashed out, then an investigator will be no problem either." Sherlock looked at John, his grey eyes darkening and sending chills down his back. "No one is safe."
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