Disclaimer: Got a possible lead on the original scripts for the BBC Sherlock. Hoping that this isn't a hoax. Secret plan? What secret plan? Do you really think I'm the kind of person that would have a secret plan to kidnap Lestrade and make him my sex slave? I think I'm insulted. Please. Even if I was that kind of person and I did have a plan do you really believe I'd tell anyone about it?

A/N: Right so I know that the last few chapters have been really dark. Much darker than my normal stuff. I don't know what possessed me to write this except that I don't like Anderson and wanted to get rid of him in a plausible way. Anyway, the rest of the story should be lighter. Let me know what you think.

Interrogation

Anderson glared at the small interrogation room and rubbed at his wrists. He'd never actually been in this room. He'd been in other interrogation rooms but this one he'd given a pass too because of its smallness. There wasn't nearly enough room for his normal activities in abandoned rooms at the Yard.

It galled him that he was in this position. He should never have been brought in for questioning. He should have gotten away clean. But no, they had to bring the Psychopath in for a simply rape case. The Psychopath whinged on and on about rape cases. He didn't like working them. He never said why and Anderson had never wanted to delve any deeper into his motivations. He was sure that it would only drive him mad.

He glared sullenly at the one-way glass now. He knew the Psychopath was back there, gloating. He was probably laughing at him. But Anderson knew he'd have the last laugh. Oh, yes, yes he would. Even if they convicted him of this, it wouldn't matter because the Psychopath wouldn't enjoy his triumph for long. There was someone out there who would make sure of that. And Anderson had helped him. Anderson would be able to finally beat the Psychopath and he didn't even need to be there for it to happen.

The door opened and Lestrade finally made an appearance. Anderson gave the man and the PC who followed him in a fierce scowl. "Why am I here?" He growled.

Lestrade frowned at him and took a seat across the table while the PC moved to stand behind him. "You know how this works, Anderson," Lestrade told him.

Anderson sneered. "So that's it then, is it? All those years working together and I'm just some common suspect? I had thought that I had more of your respect than that."

Lestrade refused to allow himself to be baited. He gave a small shrug and looked at the forensic's tech steadily. "Why don't you tell me where you've been this evening, Dr. Anderson?"

"Why should I? I'm not under arrest am I? Why are my movements so important to you, Lestrade? Are you trying to stalk me or something? I don't swing that way." Anderson kept his hands clasped in front of him to hide their trembling. He wasn't going to make a conviction easy for them.

Lestrade sighed and shook his head. "No, not yet anyway. Though you're the main suspect. But you knew that."

Anderson let out a harsh snort of laughter. "Bet the Psychopath is back there crowing about me being the only suspect, isn't he? He's just so smug cuz he thinks he's got me dead to rights."

Lestrade sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. "You really think he's that interested in you?" He sneered. "Sherlock's got more important things to do than to watch me question you about the brutal rape of one of my PCs."

Anderson let out another harsh laugh. "Sure, I believe that." He gave a light wave to the glass. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

"No, I'm not actually," Lestrade countered. "I really wasn't expecting to be called to the scene of a brutal rape of one of my PCs tonight or to have to bring in one of my own officers for questioning in the case."

"I wasn't talking to you, Lestrade," Anderson snapped. "I was talking to your pet Psychopath!"

Lestrade heaved a heavy sigh and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "Sherlock's not there. He's at the hospital with PC Chelton. Now where were you between nine and ten last night?"

"Fuck you, Lestrade. You don't have a thing you can pin on me. I don't have to tell you anything." Anderson sat back against the chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He thrust his chin out belligerently. He knew they had no evidence. He'd cleaned it all up. "Now either charge me with something or let me go."

Lestrade held his gaze for a moment longer and then the door opened again. Lestrade stood immediately. "Sir?" He asked the rather rotund man that came through the door. "Is there something I can help you with?"

Chief Superintendent Gavin Carter waved him off and took an unoccupied seat next to Lestrade's. "One of your people bumped into me as I was making my way to my office a few minutes ago. She apprised me of the situation when I asked and then handed me this file for you." He handed the file to Lestrade. "I do believe that is the DNA test results you were waiting for, Lestrade. And I do believe that it is time to book Dr. Anderson for rape, assault and attempted murder."

"Why would the Chief Superintendent involve himself in a case about an insignificant bitch of a PC?" Anderson blurted out without thinking.

Steel hard pale blue eyes pinned Anderson. They were filled with a look of revulsion and hate that nearly left Anderson gasping for breath. "You made a very big mistake last night, Dr. Anderson," the Chief hissed at him. He took a visibly calming breath. "Do not tell us again that we have nothing on you. Your hair was found at the scene. There were traces of the cologne you use also found at the scene. We have all the evidence we need to try you, to convict you and to sentence you for a very long time. You are a police officer, if an ineffectual one. You aren't going to last long in prison, Dr. Anderson."

Anderson stared at the file in Lestrade's hands in horror. "Why the Hell do you care?" Anderson spluttered.

Chief Superintendent Gavin Carter levered himself to his feet and leaned over the table until he was nearly nose to nose with Dr. Humphrey Anderson. "Police Constable Penelope Chelton of New Scotland Yard is my niece," he said quietly. "You lied to her, you tricked her, you made her pregnant, you made her life Hell at work and then you raped her, brutalized her and tried to kill her and her child. There is nowhere on this Earth that you can hide from me, Anderson. There is nowhere that you will ever be safe again. You tried to kill my dead sister's only surviving child. You hurt the one reminder I have of my twin sister. You are very lucky that I am a civilized man, Dr. Anderson or I would rip your throat out right here and damn the consequences." He stood up straight. "Arrest him, constable."

The constable gave him a tight nod and hauled Anderson from his chair and out of the room.

"Niece, hunh?" Lestrade asked after a few moments of silence in the room.

Carter turned to him. "She wanted it kept quiet. She didn't want any special treatment, either good or bad and God forgive me I allowed it. She'd wanted to be a copper since she was old enough to talk. I wanted her to be happy after her family's death. I should have protected her better."

Lestrade patted his shoulder. "We do what we can for our kids sir. But in the end they have to make their own way. I won't tell anyone when she comes back. She will come back, she's far too tough to let this stop her following her dream."

"She is that, yes," Carter discretely wiped his eyes and took a trembling breath. "Do you know how she is?"

Lestrade nodded. "Last report from John, er…Dr. Watson was that Penny's doing better and the baby is still hanging in there. I…um, I was going to head over there now. Would you like to ride over with me?"

Carter stood up. "I'd like that, Lestrade. Thank you."