Day Three
More interesting.
I suppose the day started out that way, though the excitement didn't last.
I met Bradstreet today, as we were heading outside for what I guessed would be another day of trudging about.
"Heads up!" Someone shouted as we reached the front door. The Inspector turned back around, shoved me out of the way, and braced himself.
The man in handcuffs stopped just short of crashing into the Inspector and swore.
Inspector Lestrade's eyebrows went up. "Your luck finally desert you, Davies?" He asked mockingly.
This Davies fellow threw a punch at the Inspector. It never reached its target. Inspector Lestrade blocked the blow and retaliated with a kick to the other man's stomach. Davies doubled over and the Inspector grabbed him by the collar and proceeded to half drag him across the room where another Inspector stood waiting.
"Thanks." He said brightly. "Davies here head butted one of the Constables, I think he broke Adam's nose, and made a break for it."
"And you saw me in the doorway and figured you'd let me take care of it." Inspector Lestrade suggested.
The other grinned and shrugged. "I do enjoy watching you work." He admitted. Then he caught sight of me. "This the rookie?" He asked.
I tried not to frown at the title. The other Inspector noticed anyway, and laughed. "Don't take it personally. I was the last one. But two weeks with Lestrade and no one will so much as think the word rookie around you." The man was friendly, at least.
"This is Roger Bradstreet." Inspector Lestrade gave the introductions. "Stanley Hopkins."
"Nice to meet you, lad." Bradstreet nodded, then turned his attention back to Davies. "Love to stay and chat, but I've got some business to attend to. By the way," Bradstreet added before he ambled off with his prisoner, "Gregson's not to happy about a couple of the cases he's had to take on while you're breaking in the rookie." He warned.
Inspector Lestrade nodded briskly. "I'll keep that in mind." He commented as Bradstreet took off with his man and we headed back towards the front door.
I wondered if my promotion were causing problems between Inspector Lestrade and Inspector Gregson. I asked, and the Inspector stopped short and turned to look at me. He shook his head, after a moment, and I was startled to realize he was trying not to laugh.
"No." He finally replied. "No. Anytime I'm paired with someone new, Gregson takes over any of the more dangerous cases I happen to be working on for a few days."
"Oh." I said. I didn't really know what else to say to that, especially what with the implication that the Inspector didn't feel I was ready for action yet.
We spent the rest of the day hanging out in some disreputable looking tavern, where the Inspector again warned me to keep my mouth shut and sat around talking to people as they came and went.
At least there wasn't as much walking involved this time
Day Three
More interesting.
I suppose the day started out that way, though the excitement didn't last.
I met Bradstreet today, as we were heading outside for what I guessed would be another day of trudging about.
"Heads up!" Someone shouted as we reached the front door. The Inspector turned back around, shoved me out of the way, and braced himself.
The man in handcuffs stopped just short of crashing into the Inspector and swore.
Inspector Lestrade's eyebrows went up. "Your luck finally desert you, Davies?" He asked mockingly.
This Davies fellow threw a punch at the Inspector. It never reached its target. Inspector Lestrade blocked the blow and retaliated with a kick to the other man's stomach. Davies doubled over and the Inspector grabbed him by the collar and proceeded to half drag him across the room where another Inspector stood waiting.
"Thanks." He said brightly. "Davies here head butted one of the Constables, I think he broke Adam's nose, and made a break for it."
"And you saw me in the doorway and figured you'd let me take care of it." Inspector Lestrade suggested.
The other grinned and shrugged. "I do enjoy watching you work." He admitted. Then he caught sight of me. "This the rookie?" He asked.
I tried not to frown at the title. The other Inspector noticed anyway, and laughed. "Don't take it personally. I was the last one. But two weeks with Lestrade and no one will so much as think the word rookie around you." The man was friendly, at least.
"This is Roger Bradstreet." Inspector Lestrade gave the introductions. "Stanley Hopkins."
"Nice to meet you, lad." Bradstreet nodded, then turned his attention back to Davies. "Love to stay and chat, but I've got some business to attend to. By the way," Bradstreet added before he ambled off with his prisoner, "Gregson's not to happy about a couple of the cases he's had to take on while you're breaking in the rookie." He warned.
Inspector Lestrade nodded briskly. "I'll keep that in mind." He commented as Bradstreet took off with his man and we headed back towards the front door.
I wondered if my promotion were causing problems between Inspector Lestrade and Inspector Gregson. I asked, and the Inspector stopped short and turned to look at me. He shook his head, after a moment, and I was startled to realize he was trying not to laugh.
"No." He finally replied. "No. Anytime I'm paired with someone new, Gregson takes over any of the more dangerous cases I happen to be working on for a few days."
"Oh." I said. I didn't really know what else to say to that, especially what with the implication that the Inspector didn't feel I was ready for action yet.
We spent the rest of the day hanging about in some disreputable looking tavern, where the Inspector again warned me to keep my mouth shut and sat around talking to people as they came and went.
At least there wasn't as much walking involved this time.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys at the Yard do not belong to me.
