Molly was working late in the morgue. She was about to close up for the night when Lestrade came in looking out of breath. He didn't look hurt or anything though which was a good sign. He looked out of the window and was obviously looking for someone.
"Are you alright, inspector?" Molly asked, chuckling.
"Yes sorry Molly. Just hiding from someone that's all." Lestrade put his hand through his hair.
Molly tried to look through the window to see if anyone was coming. No one was out there so both of them were safe. She just became more curious as to why Lestrade had suddenly come in like that.
"So why did you come in here? You're not in danger are you?" Molly made sure.
"No. Well not in the way you probably think." Lestrade leaned against the morgue table.
"So you're not in danger. Then why are you down here?"
"It's a long story."
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Earlier that day
Sherlock was in his lab at St Barts. John was looking through the case file Lestrade had given him earlier. It didn't really make much sense but he was sure Sherlock would be able to understand it. Sherlock had something on his mind and it was clear through how he was working. Files and his other work was laid across the table.
"Sherlock. You don't have to make the speech you know. I can get someone else to do it." John finally spoke up.
"I know John. It's just you've asked me to be your best man and I want to do it justice." Sherlock sighed.
"I know you do but if it's easier…" John tried to say but also keeping in mind how Sherlock might react.
"I need to focus on this." Sherlock changed the subject.
John threw the file down on the table. He then threw his arms up in the air which meant he gave up with Sherlock. Sherlock didn't pay him any attention when he did this. He was used to it when John got mad and now was no different and with the wedding coming up he was more stressed than ever.
"I need to go and see Mary. Are you going to be alright on your own?" John made sure before leaving.
"Yeah." Sherlock just answered.
John waited to see if Sherlock would say anything else. He didn't so John quickly left. Sherlock watched him leave and then turned back to his work. John was right however, maybe it would be easier if he gave someone else the speech. Then he thought of something that might help. Or rather someone.
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Lestrade was just about to leave for the night early. In other words he had another date night with Mycroft and he didn't want to mess this one up as well! Donovan popped her head around the door.
"Going home for the night?" Donovan asked with a beaming smile.
"Yeah. Mycroft has been calling me all day so I have to go and see him." Lestrade answered.
"He'd better be careful. I don't want our inspector coming back injured again." Donovan joked.
"Very funny. How much longer are you working for?" Lestrade asked seeing that Donovan wasn't ready to leave.
"Not yet. Got this case load to write up and then I'm sure the freak will want me to run over something."
"Don't call him that!" Lestrade sighed knowing who she was talking about.
"He doesn't mind. Plus Anderson agrees it's a good name." Donovan shrugged before getting back to work.
Lestrade chuckled under his breath. Donovan seemed to be in a lot better mood these days since Sherlock came back. Anderson was as he always was and Lestrade thought that was never going to change. He was just about to head for the door when John popped his head around the door as well.
"Well I'm popular tonight." Lestrade somewhat sighed.
"Sorry. I know Mycroft and you have date night tonight. I just wanted to warn you Sherlock might be on the warpath." John said.
"Again?! What happened this time?"
"I might have mentioned the speech and said I might get someone else to write it." John said, looking awkward.
"Ah that would do it."
"So he might be coming to you for advice. Just a warning." John tried to run.
"What am I supposed to do?" Lestrade called after John but he was already gone.
Lestrade tutted and tried to leave his office. He could already see Sherlocks shadow walking along to his office. He needed a way out now! He slowly got out of his office trying not to make any noise so Sherlock wouldn't spot him. He wasn't noticed and managed to get away before Anderosn or Donovan could point Sherlock towards him.
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Sherlock had asked everyone in the CID office where Lestrade was and they had all given the same answer. 'Look in his office'. He had even plucked up the courage to ask both Donovan and Anderson for maybe a different answer.
"He's in his office. He's about to leave though so you might want to hurry up." Donovan answered in her usual annoyed voice.
"Well he's not there. I've checked twenty times!" Sherlock repeated himself.
"He's gone home then. You'll have to see him tomorrow. Unless you want to destroy another date night." Donovan kept back a chuckle at saying this.
"Very funny." Sherlock smirked.
Donovan went back to her work. Sherlock looked one more time into Lestrade's office hoping somehow he would appear. No luck however. He put his hands on his hips trying to figure out where else he could be hiding from him. Also why?
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Lestrade could hear footsteps behind him and didn't want to turn around to check it wasn't Sherlock. He could just tell it was someone and he wanted to get away from them. He then saw the sign for the morgue. He didn't have a chance to try to find somewhere else and dashed for the door, hoping he wouldn't disturb Molly too much.
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"Sounds like you have had a fun night!" Molly exclaimed after hearing Lestrade's story of how he got there.
"Something like that. Now if Sherlock comes here looking for me, could you possibly hide me?" Lestrade almost begged.
"Hide you? From Sherlock?!"
"Yes. He's in a rage and I don't want to deal with it right now."
Footsteps came from outside the door and someone knocked on the door. Lestrade looked back to Molly hoping she would change her mind.
"Where am I going to hide you?" Molly whispered looking around the morgue.
"In one of those draws. It's the only place left." Lestrade dashed over to the drawers where the bodies were kept.
Molly didn't really want Lestrade to hide in them. It wasn't very clean and she didn't want a dry cleaning bill. However, she still helped Lestrade into an empty draw and tucked the blanket over him just in case Sherlock checked knowing him. She quickly put the draw back in when Sherlock came through the door.
"Sherlock you're working late." Molly said trying to keep him in a good mood.
"I'm looking for someone Molly." Sherlock didn't make eye contact with Molly as he looked for Lestrade.
"I haven't seen anyone since you and John came in earlier about the case." Molly shrugged.
"So you haven't seen the inspector? It's just I've looked everywhere and I really need him right now." Sherlock sighed, wiping his forehead.
"Nope."
Sherlock could tell something wasn't right. Molly always made her eyes dart around when she was lying and now was exactly like that. Her eyes wouldn't stay in one place and she looked more awkward than usual.
"Mind if I take a look in those draws." Sherlock pointed behind her.
"You don't want to do that. They're not clean and you might see a dead body." Molly kept thinking of things to say.
"Molly move out of my way." Sherlock crossed his arms.
Molly tried to say something else but was quickly stopped when Sherlock gave her a look of pure ice. She hated when he did that. She sighed and then moved out of the way so Sherlock could look through the draws. He looked in every one, Molly had already been wrong as most of the bodies were gone. He came to the final draw which seemed a lot heavier than usual.
"Can I open this one? Or shall I wait for the postmortem?" Sherlock joked, whacking the drawer with his hip.
"Ow!" A little moan came from inside.
Sherlock smiled as Lestrade lifted up the blanket. Sherlock waved and Lestrade got out of the drawer. Molly left the two men to talk out their differences before she could be stopped by either of them.
"So you've been hiding from me?" Sherlock asked, tapping his foot.
"Don't blame me. John told me you were in a mood and I didn't want to deal with that right now." Lestrade apologised feeling the Sherlock stare.
"I'm not in a mood!" Sherlock bellowed.
"Yeah you might want to tell your face that. So John said you need a hand with being the best man." Lestrade quickly changed the subject.
"It's the speech." Sherlock sighed.
"Can't find any good stories about John?"
"It's not that. I don't think I'm right to be the best man."
"Sherlock don't think like that. John wouldn't have chosen you if he didn't think you could do it." Lestrade said patting Sherlock on the shoulder.
Sherlock nodded. Lestrade normally wasn't very supportive and usually just ended up shouting at each other. It was kind of nice to feel this.
"Thanks Giles." Sherlock said patting Lestrade back.
"Oh you do get on my nerves Sherlock!" Lestrade shook his head.
"Now I won't keep you any longer. You have a date to get to and I will get it in the neck from my brother if you miss another one."
"Oh my goodness. I nearly forgot. How do I look?" Lestrade ruffled his hair to look a little better.
"Great."
Lestrade knew he wasn't going to get much more so left before Sherlock could change his answer. Sherlock sighed as he felt the cold of the morgue setting in. He needed to get out before he got hypothermia. Sherlock kept going over and over the speech he had written so far in his head as he left for Baker Street.