May 2000

It was a late Friday afternoon. Lestrade had just gotten home from the Yard. He was sitting at the table in the kitchen, drinking tea and reading case files.

Sherlock was sitting opposite him. Also drinking tea, and doing his homework. He often was at Lestrade's flat nowadays. He felt like home there, or it was better then home, he said. He didn't want to be with Mycroft.

The first time he had come was in September 1999. when the school started after the summer he had come and asked Lestrade if he could come over to his flat one day after scholl. He had come, done his homework, talked and later in the evening he had gone home.

The next day he asked again, and the day after that.

Now he had stopped asking. He usually showed up outside the Yard when Lestrade quit work. They went to Lestrade's flat together. Even when Lestrade had to stay longer at work, he was there. Sometimes Lestrade had come out at 10 pm, and sat there outside, sometimes on a bench, studying.

They walked to the tube station together. Sometimes Sherlock want home an a cab. Sometimes he followed Lestrade to his place.

He came with Lestrade home, almost, every day. Sometimes he came at weekends too.

But never when Alice was at home, not since the first time they had met.

It had been in November 1999.

He and Sherlock was sitting in the kitchen, as usual. It had been a Wednesday afternoon and they did the usual, drank tea, talked, Sherlock did his homework.

Alice had come home, and he had introduced them.

"Oh...so you are Sherlock." She had said, shaking Sherlock's hand." Nice to meet you. Greg has told me about you. What is it you do? Deducing? What can you tell about me?"

Maybe he should have known it was a bad idea. He knew Sherlock's deductions, if always right, didn't always was nice.

Sherlock had looked at her and immediately deduced that her mother recently had passed away...and that she had been an alcoholic.

Alice had looked at him in shock, before she turned around and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Lestrade had given Sherlock an angry look before he went after her.

He didn't remember what they had said, but at first he had tried to comfort her, then he had defended Sherlock. He said that she had asked Sherlock to deduce her. He had said that Sherlock probably was autistic, that he didn't understand others feelings.

"I don't care Greg!" She had screamed at him."I want him out of my house, NOW! And don't take that freak back here."

When he got back to the kitchen, it was empty. Sherlock had left.

The next day, Sherlock wasn't waiting for him outside the Yard, nor the day after that.

When Sherlock didn't show up on Monday, he had taken a cab to Sherlock's house.

Sherlock was sitting outside the house when he arrived, even as it was freezing outside.

"Where have you been Sherlock?"

Sherlock had looked at him for a long time before he answered.

"I didn't think you would like a freak in your house..."

"You heard her?" Sherlock gave him the look, the 'you're an idiot' look."Of course you did...she was screaming right...?"

For a long time, no one of them said anything.

"I'm sorry Sherlock... She was angry...she didn't mean it."

"Yes she did... She is not the first one to say it... Most people think I'm a freak."

"I don't."

Now Sherlock only came when Alice was out.

"It wasn't the husband"

"What?" Lestrade looked up from the file he was reading.

Sherlock had stopped doing his homework and was reading one of the case files.

"You heard me"He said, looking closer at one of the pictures."It wasn't the husband who killed her, I said. Yes he was an abusive, sadistic bastard, and he was drunk like hell. But he didn't kill her... He wouldn't be able to, not when he was that drunk. Look at her arms Lestrade. No defence wounds, the killer took her by surprise. Someone as drunk as him wouldn't be able to do that."

"Who was it then?"

"The brother."

"The brother?"

"Yes, the brother. Stop asking questions Lestrade, it makes you look stupid. He wanted the money he would get if she died...oh your wife must be coming home soon, I better leave."

"What...wait...Sherlock!" But Sherlock had already left. Leaving Lestrade in confusion .

He had looked it up later, Sherlock had been right. The brother confessed immediately.

A/N: Please review. I know this is short but I will update later tonight, or tomorrow.