Anderson walked in front of Sam, grumbling insults toward the American under his breath. Pulling the yellow folder closer to his chest, Sam ran through what the information Mycroft had told him. He had to be sure not to forget anything. Finally they reached the end of a line of offices and desks when Anderson stopped and gestured to the door.
"He's in there but he's with somebody right now. You'll have to wait here." Sylvia gestured roughly to the door before storming off. Sam could catch the tail end of Andersons mutters and frowned when he heard the words 'moose' and 'prick' mixed with others he couldn't hear.
Ten minutes passed and Sam sat outside the Detective Inspectors office. He wanted to go in, do his job and meet Rose for lunch but as luck would have it he would be stuck waiting. Minutes passed as Sam stood awkwardly beside the Inspectors door. Across the room he watched as a small group of police men and women had gathered. They would glance quickly at him before whispering amongst themselves again. A dark skinned woman with curly hair seemed to be the most talkative, as if she were telling Sam's life story. He tried listening but was interrupted when Lestrade's door slammed open. A short man coming out with a glare set firmly into his features.
"Excuse me," he said moving past Sam, narrowly missing him with his cane.
"Sorry," Sam apologized instantly. The mans attention was immediately on him.
"American?"
Sam nodded, expecting the typical 'how long will you be here?' and 'have fun touring London!' Instead what the man barked out startled him.
"You tell Mycroft to go to bloody hell, and to leave his brothers memory alone!" he yelled, drawing the attention of the entire room.
Startled, Sam stood speechless as the man limped away. Everyone in the office was silent and starred at Sam, awaiting his reaction.
Again, Lestrade's door opened and a grey haired man stepped out, glairing at his employees. "What was all that yelling about?" He demanded.
Everyone looked awkwardly to each other, but Anderson and the dark skinned girl lay leisurely back in their chairs. They smiled at Sam who huffed in annoyance before speaking up:
"That would be me sir,"
Lestrade turned angrily but nearly stumbled back, realizing for the first time that the mammoth man had even been there. "Mycroft sent you?"
"Yes," Sam nodded. Mycroft had warned him Lestrade may not be willing to see him, and expected to be sent away. However, Lestrade stepped into his office leaving the door open for Sam to follow.
"Shut the door behind you," Lestrade ordered when Sam entered the office. He did as told and sat across from the older man, separated by a desk staked with piles of papers.
"C.I.A.?" he asked vaguely interested.
"Mi6," Sam corrected.
Lestrade frowned, "I know Mycroft Holmes has been sending agent after agent to Scotland Yard in order to gain information on Sherlock Holmes death, and I'll tell you what I've told all of them,-"
"This isn't about Sherlock Holmes," interrupted Sam.
Greg Lestrade looked taken aback by the statement. "Why else would Mycroft send you?"
Sam held out the folder Mycroft had given him only just that morning. Lestrade accepted it and flipped through it's content with wide eyes. He looked back to Sam, waiting for an explanation.
"It's our understanding that you have encountered a man called 'the Doctor' multiple times. We're hoping you'll help us find him," Sam paused momentarily. It wasn't smart to get involved with a case that was personal, but before he could stop them, the words came flooding out: "and my brother."
A/N: Wow, long time no see everybody! I would just like to say…I'm really sorry. I gave up on this story, and had stopped writing completely for awhile. I've moved again, this time I'm in Japan. Not my favorite but still fascinating. I don't know if I'll ever finish this story, I just know that when I had been working on it I had fun. I'm working on quite a few other things (mostly original works,) and this story was just something I did in middle school for amusement, and the writing in it is poorly constructed. If I do work on it, I'll be sure to write longer chapters (now that the plots becoming more and more complex.) Thank you though for all your follows/favorites/reviews. It meant allot and it encouraged me to write again (not just this fanfic.) Goodbye, and again, I'm sorry for making you wait.