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Lestrade managed to catch up with John and his Knights.

It was odd, not one single member of the Yard attempted to stop John's progress. Not one person even approached him or touched him.

He was being treated with the same sort of reverence usually given to Gods or Royalty.

Or the same sort of fear given to Mob Bosses.

It made Lestrade wonder just how John managed to get permission to approach the hostage situation.

Though maybe he didn't want to know. Because it looked like Anderson was nursing a black eye; Brown was rubbing his shoulder; and even Bradstreet was treating John as if he were some sort of snake.

"John, wait." Lestrade managed to catch up to them outside the Yard.

He grabbed John's good arm. He had learnt not to touch the left arm after Donovan had once crime scene. Sherlock's reaction had quickly gone round the whole Yard. Showed that the 'Freak' did actually have emotions.

"Yes, Detective Inspector?" John asked.

"Why are you being so cold?" Lestrade's question wasn't the one he was planning to ask. But it was the first thing that came to his head.

"To be fair, Detective Inspector," One of the Knights answered, "You started it."

"You called him Doctor Watson." The other Knight agreed.

"I'm sorry, John." Lestrade sighed looking at the face of his friend, "I was mad. I saw scared. I was grabbed out of my office, by a bunch of armed men…"

"People," John corrected, "Zinda was among them."

"Huh?" Lestrade was thrown by the comment, but carried on, "I wanted to lash out at someone, but was too scared to. I thought they'd gone nuts. Then you walked in. Safe, reliable, plain, simple John."

Lestrade almost bit his tongue as he realized what he'd said. He hadn't meant to run his mouth like that. But it was the general impression of John around the Yard… Or at least it had been.

"Sherlock's Shadow." John continued, "The Freak's Pet. Holmes' Fangirl. I've heard them all, Lestrade. Those ones and the worse ones. I just never said anything."

"We shouldn't have done that." Lestrade acknowledged, "I'm sorry. Look, I shouldn't have lashed out. But you seemed to be the safest target in the room. The only one who wouldn't kill me."

"Seemed?" John pressed lightly.

"Now I'm starting to think you were the most dangerous person in that room." Lestrade decided to be honest, "Not because you are stronger or faster or better… But because you spoke and they listened. And I don't even know why."

"He was our Doctor." One of the Knights came in, "Our Captain."

"He brought us home." The other agreed, "No matter what. He brought us home."

"Our strength when we were weak."

"No matter what we faced. No matter what it cost him."

"I just did my duty." John shrugged.

"He always says that."

"And it's never the truth."

"Don't listen to them, Greg." John murmured, "If you believe what they say I walk on water and call lightening down from the heavens."

"Right now?" Lestrade looked at John, "I'm not sure they're wrong… You walked into that room and turned a group of ex-military men into secondary school kids. You told one to do push-ups. And he did. You asked two to help you. And they agreed. They hadn't seen you in years. Yet they didn't even think twice. They're loyal. To you."

"They're friends." John shrugged, "That's what friends do."

Fortunately for Lestrade's state of mind one of the Knight's phones rang.

"Lance here." He answered it, "Really? Okay, we'll pick up the pace."

He hung up.

"Spotter's down." Lance informed them, "And from what Merlin said your mate's on the roof."

"What?" John frowned, "Why would he be there?"

"Dunno." Lance shrugged, "But he can't see too clear. The spotter's glasses went over the edge and they don't have anything to help."

"What the hell is he doing?" John wondered.

He sped up his steps. Lestrade knew that the only reason the four had gotten to St Bart's first was that they had taken the underground. John had decided to walk.

The group got within eyeshot of St Barts, John had been steadily speeding up the entire time, yet never quite breaking into a run or even a jog.

Both the Knights and Lestrade though had broken into a jog, just to keep pace.

All of them jumped slightly as John's phone rang. He pulled it out and answered it, slowing down slightly as he did so.

"Hello?" John answered the phone, "Hey, Sherlock, you okay?"

Lestrade estimated that they were two minutes' walk away at most. Most certainly they were within Sherlock's sight. So either he wasn't looking or something was up.

Lestrade didn't like it when something was up.

"No, I'm coming in." John declared, now only a few steps away from the door.

Suddenly John stopped and turned around, clearly obeying the instructions he was being given.

"Where?" John pressed further, "Sherlock?"

John looked up. And for the first time so did Lestrade. What he saw almost stopped his heart.

Sherlock was standing right on the very edge of the rooftop. It was one thing to know that the Consulting Detective was on the roof. But it was another thing completely to realize that he was planning to jump. And it was very clear that that was what he was about to do.

"Oh God." John had reached the same conclusion, "What's going on?"

Or maybe he hadn't. Though it was doubtful he'd seen many suicides before.

Lestrade broke into a run, abandoning John to his two Knights. He had to stop Sherlock before the man went too far. Before he did something that he couldn't take back.

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I have been asked by a few people about "A and B the C of D". I thought it was known, but clearly I'm wrong. It stands for "Above and Beyond the Call of Duty".

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