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No Pain No Gain
Chapter 28
Gregory Lestrade walked up the stairs to the living room of 221B Baker Street after Mrs Hudson had let him in. He could hear quiet talking going on, he could hear the distinct voice of Sherlock, and then the quieter tones of John. He knocked on the door and opened it when he heard the call to come in. He was a little shocked to see Sherlock on the sofa, with John curled up next to him, both of them were reading books, though he could tell that Sherlock's was a non-fiction book unlike John's.
"Lestrade," Sherlock said with an eager grin on his face and hand held out in expectation.
Lestrade shook his head as he handed over the files to him as John stood up, "there are five there, I know they wont keep you occupied for long, and I know you are going to call me all kinds of stupid for not noticing things, but…" he trailed off, he had gotten used to the remarks of being stupid from Sherlock years ago, and they now just slid off his back, when before they would often rile him up.
"Good to know that you admit it Inspector, there maybe some hope for you yet," Sherlock said with a smirk, he already had one of the files open and looking through the pictures that came with it, "These pictures are quite good, did Anderson take lessons finally?" he asked as he saw some good quality prints.
"If that's the Highten Case then it was Greaves that did the pictures for that one, Anderson was ill that day," Lestrade answered him as he moved a little closer to look.
"Well, maybe you should get her to take all the pictures, they are of a higher quality, much better than Anderson," he said as he looked them over, taking note of all the things that could have, and most likely had been missed at the crime scene.
Lestrade shook his head, it was something that Sherlock had said right from the start when it came to Anderson, that he couldn't take proper pictures of a scene, "I'll make a note of it, though most of the time I don't get a choice but to have Anderson, he is the senior scientist," he told him.
"Here Greg, go and sit down next to him so you can go through it all together." John said as he held a mug of tea for the Detective Inspector to take.
"Oh, thank you John," he nodded as he moved around the coffee table and took the place where John had been sat before.
"I thought you were to take it easy John, I could have done that," Sherlock said as he looked up and saw a mug being held out for him to take, an annoyed look on his face.
"Sherlock, I'm fine to make tea, it isn't going to kill me and it wont do nothing else either," John sighed heavily as he went and got his own mug from the kitchen and sat in his normal chair, "oh and I plan on cooking tonight, Mrs Hudson did some shoping for us and got us a lot of food in," he said, sending the other a look.
Sherlock looked to him and said softly, "Will you…"
"Sherlock, I'm not helpless, I can do things, how do you think I coped after being shot?" he snorted with a shake of his head.
Sherlock went silent at that, not liking the feeling of worry it invoked in him, "I can't even begin to think how you did, and I don't like that," he said softly.
John smiled at him, "I may be a little shorter than most, especially when stood next to you, but I was in the army Sherlock. I know how to take care of myself, even when injured. The one to the shoulder isn't the first time I was shot. It was the third. It was the worst I've been hit, I can admit that, but still, a few bruised ribs, concussion, a swollen eye and a few more cuts and bruises are nothing to worry about," his voice was soft and reassuring Sherlock that he was truly all right.
"I just don't like the fact that you got hurt, and I wasn't there to help, to stop it," he admitted freely, both of them were ignoring the presence of the other man in the room.
"I'm fine, I'm home, I'm safe and we need to work on these cold cases," he said as he caught a glance at Lestrade smiling at the two of them, "sorry about that Greg," he grinned to him, a little embarrassed.
"Don't worry about me, if you two need to talk about things," he smiled to John and then looked to Sherlock, "just go ahead."
"Sorry Lestrade, we should get to work," Sherlock said as he gave one last glance over to John before looking down to the files that had been brought and started to look through them once again. John and Greg both trying to help him.
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