Gregory Lestrade never became a cop. He lives a charmingly mundane life. He runs a diner, lives with his best mate Donovan, is friends with Sherlock Holmes, and occasionally - when he closes down shop - he goes out and kills people for Mycroft Holmes. Most people do not know this about Gregory Lestrade. And he likes it that way.

When Lestrade is shot while chasing down a suspect, nobody expects him to wake up and not know who they are. His amnesia sets him back about twenty years, before he even became a detective. Now, he has to come to terms with the man he grew to become, the people whose lives he influences, the job he worked for, and the man he... loved?

This is not a story. I repeat: THIS IS NOT A STORY WITH STORYLINE AND CLIFFHANGERS AND FEELS AND STUFF! THIS IS NOT THAT! It is also not related to, or dependent on anything I have written before. And if you don't know what it's about, go back and read the title. Go ahead, I'll wait. I just don't want anybody to be disappointed. Enjoy!

Mycroft Holmes worries about Sherlock... constantly. Several snapshots of the relationship between Mycroft and Lestrade from stranger, to friend, to... maybe more. The constants of their changing feelings and actions.