Aw…
"Mr. Holmes, you're free to go."
Lestrade was smiling as he said it. Come to think of it, he'd been smiling every time he'd seen Holmes locked behind bars. The idea of the consulting detective in jail had amused the other men of Scotland Yard as well.
Holmes rose wearily and walked out of the cell and down the hall. He couldn't care less that he was free. Things would be fine if only he knew what had happened to Watson. After pushing past several nurses and entering his friend's sick room, he had been ordered to leave and at his refusal, arrested for misbehavior.
…This after several hot words and threats to the medical staff which may or may not have included shoving the dimwitted resident doctor into a tray.
"Lestrade," Holmes questioned hesitatingly, "Do you know how Watson is?"
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Lestrade opened the door to Scotland Yard's main office and Holmes saw Watson rising unsteadily with the use of crutches.
"Hello, old fellow." Watson grinned, a little surprised at the sudden embrace he found himself in. "My, goodness, all I did was pay your bail."