Enjoy :) Warning for mentions of drug use (this is pretty much a given for almost all the chapters)
Dry house, wet clothes
Lestrade was walking home from work on a cold, rainy winter's night, holding onto his hood for dear life in an attempt to stay dry. It was only 7:00pm but the overcast sky made the street dark, even with the glowing orange lamp posts that stood at the side of the pavement. Lestrade's pace quickened as he neared his apartment building. In his eagerness to reach somewhere warm and dry he almost missed the figure sitting on the pavement in front of it.
The figure had his head bowed, so all Lestrade could she was a shock of dripping dark curls. As he came near him however the figure's head snapped up and Lestrade instantly recognised him. It was the kid, Sherlock, from the case over a week ago.
"You all right there mate?" Lestrade asked uncomfortably, not quite sure what to say in the situation. That seemed to be happening quite a lot with the kid.
"I came…I was going to…" He spoke quietly, sounding confused. Lestrade bent down slightly to get a better look at his eyes, and saw yet again that his pupils were blown wide. The drug seemed to be having more of an effect on him this time however. He also noticed the way the man was shivering, his teeth chattering and his lips almost blue. Lestrade opened his mouth to offer him some warmth but hesitated. Did he really want to invite a homeless junkie into his flat? It seemed a ridiculous and potentially dangerous thing to do, and Jessica wouldn't- but that didn't matter anymore Lestrade reminded himself grimly. He couldn't leave what was no more than a kid sitting outside his apartment in the pouring rain with a clean conscience.
"Do you want to come inside?" Lestrade asked the kid. He seemed to consider it for a moment before nodding in confirmation.
"Come on then." Lestrade gently took his arm and led him up the stairs to his flat.
As they entered the small space Lestrade realised what a mess it looked, there were stacks of dirty dishes piled up in the sink, files and paperwork scattered messily over the coffee table and stray pieces of clothing scattered on the floor from the morning when he had been unable to find his work trousers. Looking at the kid however he didn't suppose it mattered, the poor sod just seemed glad to have some shelter.
"We've only got one bed; you'll have to sleep on the sofa." He explained to the boy. When he didn't respond he tapped him lightly on the shoulder, bringing him out of his daze.
"Sofa." Lestrade said gesturing towards the piece of furniture. The kid walked over and plopped himself down on it, falling asleep instantly.
"Right then." Lestrade muttered under his breath. He made himself dinner as quietly as possible and ate it in his room, not wanting to wake his guest.
The next morning Lestrade walked into the living room straightening his tie to find it empty. His first thoughts were that the kid had done a runner with his stuff but everything seemed to be in place. As he scanned the room for anything missing he noticed a scrap of white paper lying where the kid had been last night. He picked it up and read; "I just came to enquire if I was correct about the case, I looked through your case files and it seems I was. I knew I was of course, but I was just checking to see if you'd listened to me. Thank you for the sofa, it was much appreciated." Under that the name Sherlock Holmes was scrawled in an elegant script. "P.S. The double homicide was the brother, check his kitchen. And your wife will return back in due time, but watch out for that P.E. teacher."
Lestrade couldn't help it, he laughed.
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