Author's note: Sorry it's been so long. I know I've been negligent, but I've been busy with work and trying to get things ready for school and stuff like that. Not only that, but I'm going on vacation and will be at the beach all week, so you won't get any updates until sometime next week at the earliest. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I have left you with a few things before I go.


Lestrade leaned back in his seat as Holmes finished talking and rubbed his temple as he considered the situation.

He was in no condition to accompany Holmes and Watson himself after yesterday's fiasco. He knew it, and Watson knew it. Watson had sewn the Inspector up himself, and the injury was still bothering the man enough that he wasn't up to running about today, and wasn't going to try, either.

"Gregson's still recovering from his encounter with a window." Lestrade told the two men. "I could send Bradstreet-no, somebody stabbed him last night." He remembered, wincing.

"What about Hopkins?" Holmes asked impatiently. They were wasting time.

Lestrade shook his head. "He's not up and about after being shot yet." He frowned. "Jones-no, he's ill."

"Well, who can you send?" Holmes exploded.

Lestrade raised an eyebrow. "It's been a rough week, Mr. Holmes." He said mildly. The Inspector slowly rose to his feet, then, and was not entirely successful in hiding a grimace as he did so.

He went to the door of his office and stepped out into the hall. Holmes and Watson exchanged a glance as they were left alone in the room. Several minutes had passed and Holmes was on the verge of starting on a tirade about having to deal with bumbling Scotland Yarders when Lestrade returned, accompanied by two Constables.

"Doctor." One of them nodded to Watson.

"Mr. Holmes." The other nodded as well.

Both men struck Watson as the type that could easily go unnoticed just about anywhere, including here at the Yard. Their features were also rather forgettable, if the fact that Watson had apparently met one of them before was any indication.

"Adams." Holmes returned the one's greeting. Of course he would remember the man.

"And Smith." Lestrade introduced the other man. "You patched him up a few months back, Doctor." He turned to address the Constables. "You two can go and give Mr. Holmes and the Doctor here a hand."

Adams and Smith nodded. "Yes, sir." They chimed.

Lestrade fixed the two men with a look before turning back to Holmes. "There you go, Mr. Holmes." He said.

Holmes eyed both the Constables critically, but he seemed to realize that it was the best he was going to get, and the best Lestrade could do right now. He nodded, and turned to Watson. "Come along, Watson. Constables."


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