"So Price was the man responsible?" I asked as I finished stitching up Jack's side. "He seemed so friendly."
"He was also surprised to see 'Jack' up and about the day after he was supposed to have been shot, though he recovered quickly." Holmes replied. "He was due for a promotion to detective before he was dismissed. When his wife and child died shortly after its birth, the grief stricken man blamed the police force, specifically the detectives, and swore to get revenge."
"The two men that were helping him were the men he help escape." Conner put in as he entered the room. "Price is being taken care of. Nobody so much as blinked when I announced that he was dead. Not even the chief seemed too concerned." His attention wandered to Jack. "So what happened the other night? I thought I heard a gunshot."
"You did." Jack bit out as I finished stitching his wound and began bandaging it. "Missed my knee and caught me in the calf. I managed to get up, and keep moving, at least for a while."
"We found your trail. But we lost you in the alley. Not even Holmes could find you." Gregson informed him from where he was keeping an eye on Lestrade.
"I stopped in the alley to try and control the bleeding." Jack supplied. "Crawled through an open window into an abandoned house a bit further down and passed out."
"Ah." Holmes said, and I went to check on Lestrade's arm. The Inspector had by some miracle managed to move his arm fast enough to catch most of the damage from the knife, and the skin on his throat had been only slightly nicked. He had been very lucky. I had already sewn up the ugly gash in his arm, but infection was something I would have to look out for in both Lestrades' injuries.
"You were headed here when you heard the whistle." Lestrade addressed his son.
Jack nodded. "I thought I would be too late. I nearly was anyway. Idiot."
Lestrade's eyebrows went up. "I don't tolerate disrespect, young man. If you need some manners knocked into you, I can still do it."
"Yes, sir." Jack retorted. "Sorry, sir."
Conner frowned. "So why all the secrecy about you two being family, Jack?" He seemed troubled by the thought, but he was not the only one.
The question, however, promptly elicited bursts of laughter from the two men, though Jack's broke off with a groan.
"No secret." Jack managed. "I just didn't think to mention it, and the Inspector would rather die than volunteer personal information." Lestrade scowled at his son, and the young man smiled back innocently.
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