Lestrade came back late, and he came back alone.
He stalked past the other Inspectors, ignored Watson, and almost slammed his office door closed behind him. Gregson sighed, but did not look surprised. "Jones and Hopkins went after them when they realized something was wrong." He said to Watson quietly. "The Rookie was dead when they got there."
"He's taking it hard, then?" Watson guessed.
"He always does." Gregson replied heavily. "It happens. Our job is a dangerous one, and you can't keep your eyes on them all the time." Gregson looked from the closed door to Watson. "He'll be fine, eventually, but Jones said he was injured, and with the mood he's currently in he'll just ignore it."
Watson offered the Inspector a tight smile. "I'll see to it." He promised, and perhaps it was only his imagination, but he thought the other man looked relieved.
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