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Chater Nine
"No. No, Gregory. Not a business meeting. I'm- I'm leaving London, I have to start again."
The mobile fell from the unresponsive hand that was grasping it before, as Lestrade's knees buckled from underneath him. Start again? Mycroft was leaving him, the very same day that Sherlock had died? He had to have heard Lestrade telling Betty that he arrested Sherlock the night before he jumped. There was no other reason, they were happy for God's sake! Maybe, maybe he just needed some time alone to get over Sherlock's death and then he would be back. He had to tell himself that was the truth, he had to. Otherwise he had nothing to live for.
Nobody had checked on John for a few hours now. As much as Lestrade wanted to go home, curl up in bed and not wake up until Mycroft returned; but he felt that he had a duty to Sherlock and he should take care of the grieving partner of the deceased consulting detective. Entering the family room, he spotted the ex-army doctor immediately. John was sitting away from the other doctors, patients, and family members milling about; staring at a white wall with his hands clasped tightly in his lap and his skin so pale that Lestrade could almost see the veins in his neck from where he was standing. He walked over to the doctor slowly and placed a hand gently on the shaking shoulder.
"John?"
"Sherlock!" John's head shot round, his dark blue eyes wide as they fixed on Lestrade's face.
"No, John. Uh It's Greg."
"What? Greg, where's Sherlock? He was here two minutes ago."
"John… Sherlock's not here. He's d-gone."
"Why would you say that? That isn't true! He's here! He is!"
"John." Lestrade murmured as the doctor started to become more hysterical.
"No, go find and tell him to get back here!"
"I can't. He's dead John!"
"Stop it! Stop telling lies!"
So involved in the distressing conversation, the two men did not notice the figure of a tall man lurking in the doorway, as he watched the interaction with sad pale eyes and then moved away stealthily into the shadows once more.