One Year Later
Lestrade walked out of the Captains office and sat down on a chair next to Sherlock's. He then threw his arms and head on his desk and looked like he was sleeping and using his arms as a pillow. "I have been suspended for two weeks. No field work, I get to do everyone's paper work for two weeks." Lestrade said, his voice all muffled from his head being in between his arms. "What a joke I am! I feel like I'm dying from embarrassment. How will I ever get past this?" Lestrade lifted his head slightly and directed the question to Sherlock.
Sherlock said nothing because he wasn't listening to Lestrade. He was still trying to explain it all. The Doctor, was he real? What was the significance of the blue box? What did Bad Wolf mean? There were just so many questions that needed to be answered, and no one to answer them. Sherlock was determined to find the answers, no matter how long it took.
The year went by with little success to answering these questions. Sherlock was now considered sober, and had solved over 20 murder cases for the station. Most of the cases where Lestrade's who, after the 10th solved case in the shortest amount of time possible, had his own division and team with detectives Anderson on forensics, processing the crime scene, and Detective Sally Donovan. Molly was there top pick for an M.E. and Sherlock frequently was called in to help with cases. Not that the Captain really approved of the idea. Sherlock had to either move out of 221 B Baker Street because Mrs. Hudson had to increase Sherlock's rent, or he had to get a flatmate to help pay for the rent. Sherlock enjoyed spending time down in the lab working with the evidence, often taking a look at a body in the morgue was just as helpful as looking at the crime scene. Also it was a good stress reliever; Molly would sometimes let Sherlock have a go at the bodies with a riding crop.
Lestrade was sitting at his desk working on some paper work for a case that Sherlock just solved. While Donovan and Anderson worked some angles on a case with linked suicides. Yesterday they did a press conference that Sherlock turned into a joke. The station seemed to be extra chatty this morning, every one whispering and looking over at Lestrade in his office. He took a sip of his coffee, and tried to ignore them, which turned out to be very difficult. 'They are just talking about yesterday's press conference.'
Sherlock was downstairs with Molly looking at some old corpses or doing some sort of research in the lab for the case. Molly would be attempting to ask Sherlock out for coffee and fail once again. Not that it was her fault; Sherlock just didn't know that she was asking him out. Lestrade looked up from his desk and saw Donovan and Anderson staring at him. Lestrade put down his coffee and pencil and walked out to them. "Right, what are you two gawking at?"
"Nothing, nothing." Anderson was not even trying to hide the fact he knew something.
"It's just that we heard, this morning. About your failed case last year." Donovan was smiling but tried to hide it. There was no need for further explanation, Lestrade know what case she was talking about.
"Oh, Bloody Hell. Are people starting that up again? It was a year ago. My first case I did by myself, to get this job. Why are people bringing it up again?" Lestrade began to feel angry and frustrated.
"Well it's just this morning Jackie Tyler called, said her daughter came home. Back home with your first suspect, what you call him?" Anderson paused for a moment pretending to think.
"The Doctor, with a magical blue box." Donovan finished for Anderson.
"Uniforms are going to Jackie's house now to talk to Rose and the Doctor." Donovan and Anderson began to laugh; they thought it was a joke. A man with a blue police box, which just appeared and disappeared.
Lestrade rolled his eyes at them. "Well I hope you've had your fun. Get back to work, and finish my paper work."
Anderson and Donovan stopped laughing. They looked at each other and then the pile of paper work that had to be done.
"You serious? What are you going to do then?" Anderson protested.
"I'm going downstairs to see Sherlock, he needs to know this." Lestrade told them as he walked towards the elevator.
As Lestrade was just about to get off the elevator and head towards the morgue when he almost bumped into Sherlock. Lestrade took a step back and let Sherlock in the elevator.
"Aren't you going to get off?" Sherlock asked Lestrade.
"No, I came to look for you. I found out the Rose Tyler came home today with the Doctor. I was going to go and ask Rose what happened to her. I though since you were on the case too you would like to join me." Lestrade told Sherlock.
"Hmmmm, I would, but I thought that the Captain made it very clear that we were not to go near this case ever again. I'm already at risk for being banned from the station, seeing as how your boss really hates me being here, and I need this to stay 'sober'. Not to mention everyone thought our leads were..."
"Were non-existent. A man with a magic box, that's what, got us thrown off the case. And I have just built up a good reputation. Solving all those cases. Not to mention that we have this case going on." Lestrade rubbed his hands in his face with stress.
Sherlock looked over at Lestrade a little offended. "You solved? I may not mind you taking credit in front of the media but don't flatter yourself by thinking you could have solved any of those cases without me. And what about this case, the one that you believe to be linked suicides. Hmmm." Lestrade knew Sherlock's opinion on the case, that it was really a serial killer, and not linked suicides. Sherlock made it very clear to the press yesterday morning that Detective Inspector Lestrade didn't know what he was talking about. Sherlock and Lestrade got off the elevator and began to go their separate ways. "How is that case going for you?" Sherlock asked in a rather sarcastic way as he stepped off the elevator.
Lestrade ignored him and walked towards the parking lot to get his car. He drove to the apartment building where the Tyler's lived. As he got close to the door some fellow colleague officers stopped him from entering the flat. "Wo, wo, wo. Where do you think you're going, Lestrade?"
"I just wanted to talk to Jackie and Rose. I won't be a minute." Lestrade tried to pass them but one of the officers stopped him again.
"Look we got this, ok? I have a lot of respect for you and your division, I don't want to go to the captain and tell him you interfered. Besides we will be saving you a lot of trouble. That Jackie can really yell, I feel sorry for the poor bloke her daughter came back with. I don't think he was expecting to be slapped so hard. He is getting an earful that's for sure. I know you were on the case originally, so what if I came by your office and dropped off some notes we make? Just so you can put this case behind you for good."
Lestrade thought about the offer, he would get in some trouble if he stepped in this case again. He didn't want that, but he did want to know what had happened to Rose, that way he could really move forward. "Alright then, I would really appreciate that. Thank you, and um...let's not tell the captain I was here, eh?" Lestrade shook the officers hand then turned around to leave.
So sorry it took this long to get this chapter up. It was much longer before I decided to split the chapter up. So another one should be coming your way soon. Hope you are still enjoying the story. :)
