"BORING!"
"Sherlock! Two people are dead at least listen to the case" John darted an apologetic look at Lestrade who attempted to carry on recalling the details of the case.
"Can you really not see what happened here?" Sherlock smirked waving a crime scene photo towards Lestrade who sighed all to use to holding his tong for the greater good.
"Care to enlighten us" John snapped.
Sherlock jumped up starting to pace round the room "Its a murder and an accidental death. This James Woolly" He pointed to the male victim in the picture. "he shot Lavender Slack" His hand moving to point to the female victim as if explaining it to children.
"When leaning down to place the gun in her hand, presumably to make it look like she had committed suicide. He was spooked by Lavender's cat entering the room via the cat flap" again his finger moved to the cat flap in the corner of the picture "and slipped backwards, gun still in hand he crashed into the aquarium on the table behind him. The gun was dropped into the tank before he crashed into it smashing the glass and cutting his back so deeply that he died of blood loss trying to crawl to the door. Simple really"
"And you got all that from one photo" John asked incredulously. Greg had long since gone past the point of questioning geniuses. So, while Sherlock jumped into an indulgent monologue about how he deduced his findings Greg pulled out his phone.
"Anderson, do me a favour empty out what's left of the fish tank. Let me know if you find anything." The high pitched voice of Anderson complaining escaped the phone. "Just do it Anderson its important" Greg put down the phone just as Mrs Hudson entered the room placing a cup of tea down in front of him.
"There you go love" She smiled at him "Shout me if you want anything I'll just be downstairs" she called. John hid his smile in his own cup of tea. Mrs Hudson seemed to have a particular soft spot for Lestrade always dropping by when he was around to make sure that there was a cup of tea in his hand and a slice of cake on his plate. Just on que she reappeared.
"I forgot I made you boys a nice lemon drizzle to go with your tea" She place the cake in front of Greg. "Now eat up, you all need some more meat on your bones".
"You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble Mrs Hudson" Greg called digging into a slice. Sherlock rolled his eyes at her as she left. It was unmistakable to John that Mrs Hudson had once again adopted another semi-resident of Baker Street into her protective embrace. At least Greg would have more manners when dealing with the kindly older woman than a certain someone. John looked over at said someone to find him opening his mouth no doubt to spit out a comment about Mrs Hudson's change in behaviour. John gave Sherlock a quick kick to the leg as he passed him and a shake of his head while the DI wasn't looking to stop the comment escaping. Ever the child Sherlock glared back at him before moving his focus to the feasting copper.
"What's taking so long?" Sherlock complained.
"You saw the state of that fish tank, I don't think it's ever been cleaned and that's before the blood got to it. Just be thankful that its Anderson that's doing the digging and not you" Greg responded.
Sherlock huffed in response picking up a plate of cake watching it suspiciously before taking a bite.
"We still on for a pint tonight?" John asked trying to lighten the mood.
"If Sherlock's hunch works out, I should get out earlier than expected".
"Its not a hunch" Sherlock butted in.
John ignored Sherlock's input "Good to hear it, give me a text when you're out and I'll meet you at the local".
Ten minutes of small talk later and Greg's phone buzzed with a message.
"Looks like you were right Sherlock, a gun been found buried in the aquarium base. I'll have forensics take a look at it to match the bullet to the gun but seems we found the missing murder weapon".
Greg stood passing on his thanks to Sherlock who had already moved on to another project.
"I best get back to the station and get this paperwork wrapped up. I'll just nip downstairs and say goodbye to Mrs Hudson. I'll see you tonight John".
"See you later mate" John called warmly.
Greg politely returned Mrs Hudson's plate and mug. Wishing her a good day before stepping out onto the cold London streets.
He wrapped his coat round himself tightly trying to fight off the chill. The dull grey sky and puddle covered pavements pressed down on the lone detective. For most people it would be a depressing scene but not for Gregory Lestrade his mind had been awoken to the hidden beauty of the city through his travels with the doctor. He smiled to himself. He was well aware that to the rest of the world he was just boring old Greg, a divorced police officer whose only noteworthy attribute was his connection to Sherlock. If only he knew. Greg had taken great care to keep his two lives from merging. His trips with the doctor were just that, trips. Not that he wasn't tempted to take off and see the universe but something about London and his job brought him back every time. He knew that his life was here walking through puddles and catching killers.
He had nearly made it back to his office when a familiar whirling noise crossed his path.
Greg stopped midstride; his head darted from left to right trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. His eyes caught sight of a faint light coming from an ally just up ahead. Before he could fully comprehend, he was running towards the sound. Skidding to a halt at the head of the ally he came face to face with a man stood in the doorway to a large blue box. He beamed at the stranger.
"Fancy taking her out for a spin?" The doctor asked in the form of a greeting.
Greg bounded up to the man "You bet" He laughed as he walked into the Tardis.
Thank you for reading
I'm playing around with the idea of turning this into more of a fleshed out story but for now here's the spark of an idea. Let me know if you think I should continue it or leave it there.