Holmes sat in the cell, his hands bound together, with a worried look on his face. Lestrade had not come into work that morning, so much he had gathered from overhearing Grayson through the vents. Holmes sat on the cot, and banged the back of his head against the wall.
He was scheduled to be crypnotized at twelve noon today for his
crimes. 'What happens to Lestrade once I'm crypnotized?' he kept
wondering. 'Or better yet, what has already happened to her?'
Holmes shuddered.
Grayson passed Holmes' cell without even a glance. Holmes called
out to him. "Chief Inspector!" Grayson turned around with a
snarl.
"How could you? After all the Yard has done for you, and you end
up being the cause for all the worry these past few days!"
Holmes couldn't say anything. Grayson wasn't himself today. That
just didn't seem like something Grayson would say on a regular
day. "Where is Lestrade?" Holmes asked, ignoring the remark
Grayson had made.
"Your partner isn't going to bail you out, if that's what you
want." Grayson sneered.
"I don't expect her to. I just need to see her." Urgency rang in
Holmes' voice.
"Well, I don't know where she's gone off to. She isn't here. Why
do you want to see her?" Grayson demanded.
But Holmes went silent in thought. 'Oh, Lestrade!' Tears almost
came to his eyes. Grayson growled and walked off when he
realized that Holmes wasn't going to answer. About half an hour
later, another officer came to his cell. "You're almost next.
Come with me." The officer open Holmes' cell, grabbed him by the
arms, and took him to the waiting room to be crypnotized