I arrived at Crawley Police Station, looking for Gregson.

"Oh no, he's with Pevensey. You want Bognor Station."

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked.

"I thought he was back in Lewes," another PCSO said.

"Gregson? Nah, he's not even been out 'ere since January!" yet another police officer chimed in.

"He's with Sussex Police, right?" I asked with uncertainty that I knew anything anymore.

"Yeah but with his line of work he could be anywhere. East, West, South."

"Thank you," I said. They were no help. Gregson could be anywhere in all of Sussex according to them. I was better off finding Greg and asking him to track Gregson down for me.

I sent him a text, hoping he wasn't otherwise occupied.

I'm already on it. he responded.

What do you mean? I replied.

I'll explain later. He said, cryptically.

I started putting two and two together. If he had already known about Gregson then that meant... and having snogged Sherlock, they were more likely to have...

I made my way to the hospital just to be sure. I ran into Mrs. Hudson in the hall. She stopped me from going in.

"I need to see him," I told her.

"John," she said, keeping me at an arm's length.

"I need to see him!" I repeated. "Move aside!"

I made my way past their guard dog and opened the door to find the pair of them.

"John, I can explain," Lestrade said right before I boxed him in the ear.

"Yeah, give me one good reason!" I told him, threatening to box the other one in as well.

"John," Sherlock piped in.

"You stay out of this! I want him to tell me why I shouldn't knock his lights out?"

"Ow, it was consensual, I swear it."

"He trusts you, you bloody idiot! How could you do such a thing!" I shoved him for good measure. "You made me think he'd shagged his brother when it was you all along?"

"He shagged Gregson," Sherlock added.

The hospital staff had to pull me off of Greg. I was going to beat the living daylights out of him otherwise.

"Not you again," one of the trauma nurses said.

"He's my best friend!" I shouted as I was dragged from the room by my armpits.

They calmed me down the best they could and got me tea.

"I told them, I should've been the one to tell you," Mrs. Hudson told me while we waited for the police to arrive.

"Great, you knew as well?"

"Oh, John. Why'd you have to go and make a scene?" She looked worried as always.

"He took the piss."

"You can't solve all your problems by hitting them!"

I was starting to see where Rosie got it from.