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Well, here is the last chapter of Fated Meetings. And I do hope that you will enjoy this one!
Chapter Twenty Five
John followed Sherlock out of the cab and towards the police tape. They had arrived at the scene, and now all they needed to do was to meet with Lestrade. This would be the first time that John would finally get to meet the detective inspector. Sherlock had told him about him often enough, and they had talked a little bit over the phone when he was in the countryside with Sherlock recovering. But now they were back and already they had been asked on a case.
Sherlock glanced back to John and could see the insecurity in his eyes, he smiled to him as he said, "Come on John, everything will be fine you know," he reassurance was just what John needed.
"Thanks," John smiled to him, "Right, let's do this," he gave a deep breath and walked beside him as they reached the tape.
"Hello freak," came a snide voice as someone stepped up to the tape and glared at Sherlock.
"Ah Sally Donovan, a voice I haven't missed while on holiday," he said with false cheer.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him as she glance to the side and saw John, "And who is this?"
"We are here to consult with Lestrade," he told him, "He called for us," he added as he began to duck under the tape and hold it up for John.
"Did he followed you home or something?" she asked the strange man with a cane.
John looked to her and then to Sherlock, "Do you really put up with this shit?" he asked his boyfriend.
"Unfortunately the intelligence of the Yard is lacking with this one," he said with a little smirk on his face.
"And to inform you Sergeant Donovan," John began, shocking her with knowing her rank, Sherlock had told him a lot about the people he worked with over the last years and a bit, "I followed him home," a little grin on his face as he followed Sherlock underneath.
Sherlock and John began to head towards the house, knowing that Lestrade would be inside. Donovan followed them as someone started to head out of the house in a blue forensics suit.
"Don't mess up my crime scene," he said as soon as he saw Sherlock coming towards the house.
"I do nothing of the sort," Sherlock snorted as he looked to the man with a slight look of disdain on his face.
"And who is this? I don't want him on my scene either!?" he exclaimed as he looked towards John.
"That's what I asked, but they wouldn't tell me," Donovan said as she went to stand next to the man.
"And you must be Anderson," John said with a nod of his head, glancing to Sherlock who nodded his head.
"How?" Anderson asked as he looked to him, eyes a little wide.
"Simple, Sherlock talked about you," John snorted, wondering how thick these two were.
"Why would he talk to you about us?" Donovan said as she looked to the smaller man.
"Haven't you worked it out yet?" Sherlock sighed as he added, "I guess they are more idiotic than I thought," he sighed as he looked to John.
"Did you talk to me with them, or about me while they were around at all?" John then asked him as he glanced to Sherlock.
"Yes I have," he nodded his head.
"Then you're right, they don't have an excuse," he nodded his head in agreement. He had heard a lot about the two people in front of him, he hadn't wanted to believe that professionals could be so… unprofessional.
"So who the hell are you then?" Donovan said as she was beginning to lose her patience with the two men before her.
"Donovan!" came a call from the house as a tall man in a long coat walked out, "Has Sherlock arrived yet?" he asked as he then spotted the two of them.
"Lestrade," Sherlock said as he took a stepped towards the man.
"Good to see you Sherlock," he said as he looked to him for a moment and then turned to his companion, "and you must be John," he grinned as he held out a hand for the man to take.
John smiled, "That I am, good to meet you as well Greg," he said as he took the hand and shook it firmly.
"So, did Sherlock rope you into coming down here?" he asked him as he ignored the looks from Donovan and Anderson.
"Nah," he said, "He asked, and I followed, just like the first time," he smiled a little as he looked to Sherlock.
Greg laughed and nodded, "Yeah, he does that," he said.
"Well, we have a crime scene to get to?" Sherlock said as he began to walk around them and go towards the house, there was a crime to solve after all.
Donovan and Anderson looked and watched. The infamous John Watson that Sherlock had been talking about for the last year was real. They had both bet that he hadn't been, and that it was just a way for Sherlock to annoy them that he had a friend. But he was right there in front of them, walking away from them.
John and Greg shared a look, and both knew it would be the first of many when it came to Sherlock and his need for cases. The two walked side by side as they talked, and got to know each other face to face. Sherlock in the lead as he went to the crime scene on the third floor.
This was the true beginning of an adventure that would span decades, save countless lives, solve too many cases to remember them all. Sherlock and John would have a lifetime together to do all that. But for now, they had a case to solve, of a lady that had apparently killed herself alone in Brixton, along with several other victims that had all apparently killed themselves.
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