"I thought you had him!" Lestrade panted.
"I wasn't expecting to get a face full fish guts." Jones snapped. "After him!"
"No use, we'll never catch him now." Regardless, the two Inspectors were chasing their man down the street as quickly as they could run.
"Look out!" Jones shouted ahead of them. Their man was headed for a collision with a fruit stand.
Somebody stepped directly into their quarry's path. Both Inspectors winced, but the running man slammed into the other, and both went down.
One was up after a moment's struggle and dragging the other to his feet. He grinned as the two Inspectors caught up with them, and Jones started.
"Greene." Lestrade nodded.
"You lose something?" He asked brightly.
Jones shook his head. "Maybe you left too soon, boy." He suggested with a laugh. Whatever problems Jones had with other members of the force while they were at the Yard, he never held on to a grudge after they had left. It was a hard life for those that chose it, and he was well aware that not everyone could deal with it.
Greene colored, and ducked his head. "Maybe I was being pushed into something I wasn't meant for." He offered. "I know I was a pain."
Jones snorted. "Everybody down there gets on each other's nerves on a regular basis, Greene. You just hadn't earned the right to annoy people yet."
Lestrade rolled his eyes. "You seem well." He said, and Greene nodded.
"Thanks." Jones said as he finished cuffing their man.
Greene shrugged. "Least I could do." He replied. "Good evening, Inspectors."
Jones and Lestrade exchanged a glance as they headed back. "He looks happy, whatever he's into now." Jones commented. "And he's a good deal easier to talk to."
Lestrade nodded in agreement.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys at the Yard do not belong to me.
