"Mr Holmes?" Lestrade called as he entered the room. "Mr Holmes, I've come to-"

Before he could finish, he was shocked speechless at the unusual sight of Holmes's feet rising from behind Dr Watson's desk. Dr Watson himself was sitting in his arm chair, seemingly unconcerned by whatever Holmes was doing.

"Do come in, Lestrade," Watson greeted warmly, looking up from his book. "Please, take a seat. This is frightful weather to be walking around in."

Lestrade took a seat by the fireplace as the doctor rang for tea. "I just came to tell you how the Rungley case wrapped up. What is Mr Holmes doing, Doctor?"

Watson rolled his eyes. "Apparently, it is a necessary part of his current case. The victim was found in such a position, and Holmes is trying to discover the cause."

Lestrade took another glance at the detective, and once again marveled that he had found a flatmate so ready to put up with him.


I would have kept going, but it seemed to want to stop there, and it is my firm policy not to argue with my stories.