TheDarkestShinobi: I am sure I'm going to do the 30 as its own story, but for this I'll only do ones that move the plot forward or that I think will be well liked. The 30 story will have more about the ones in this story too, so I'll let you all know when that gets started. Review please!

Lestrade lifts his drink to his lips as he scans the results of a DNA test. Not for any of Sherlock's cases, but one of his own. Unfortunately, crime never slept. Lestrade rubs his eyes and figures he didn't get to either. The phone rings, and Lestrade picks it up and cradles it between his head and shoulder.

"Scotland Yard, Detective Inspector Lestrade speaking." Sherlock briefly glances at his face before lacing his fingers up again and staring down at the picture of John on the table. It's been about three hours since the last case. Sherlock starts to fidget with his phone. Lestrade finishes up his phone call and sighs once it's over. Neither of them hear Sally's footsteps.

"We have a lead on the Boston Tourist Murder," she starts as knocks on the half open door. Lestrade nods and she takes another step in. She hands the folder to Lestrade before taking a step back. He opens the folder to the last page and brings a hand to his chin.

"The hotel staff?"

"Dead end, but the waiter at the restaurant just below it says he saw the victim before 7, which means the alibi-" Donavan stops at the sound of Sherlock's text alert. She's standing behind Sherlock, so when the picture of her father comes up, his attempt to hide it from her is futile.

"What is it?" Lestrade asks as he pushes himself out of his chair. He can't help but take in the hurt and shock and anger in Donavan's face and wonder what could cause it. Sherlock turns the phone towards him and he alternates between looking at the phone and looking at her. He can still remember her running into the yard, shaking and crying. He can remember the look on her face when he told her she couldn't be involved.

He remembered her face when Sherlock declared it a cold case.

"Donavan," he starts but her head jerks away from the phone to stare at him.

"I'm fine." She snaps and he doesn't believe her. "I guess John doesn't know you couldn't solve that one." Sherlock swivels the phone so that he can see the picture again but he looks away from it before looking back. He opens his mouth to retort but there was a knocking on the door that ended the conversation.

"Detective Inspector?" All three turn to look at the young woman at the door. She is holding a small envelope in her hand. Donavan nods and takes it from her before handing it to Lestrade. Sherlock reads her body language and the shininess in her eyes that seems to fade after a few quick blinks. She then turns and walks out of the office. She won't waste her time with this or be let down. The other woman looks around before nodding to herself and backing out of the doorway. Lestrade opens the envelope and a flash drive is pulled out along with a note.

This should help. No viruses or anything. Promise.

-JW

Sherlock nods and Lestrade plugs the drive into his desktop. Sherlock walks over as Lestrade opens the file on the drive. Victor Donavan's picture pops up on a military form. Lestrade and Sherlock share a glance as the rest of the file loads. Sally looks up from her desk to see the two of them in Lestrades office before shaking her head and looking back down at her work.

"He's a ghost." Lestrade whispers as Sherlock nods. Sherlock can't help a small smile from forming on his lips.

"Of course he is. Excellent. This clears so much up. I'll be upstairs, don't follow." He picks up his jacket and scarf. "I'll text you when I have results."

"Oy," Lestrade calls as he stands. Sherlock is out the door and around the corner, so it takes a second before his head appears in the doorway. "How long do you have?"

"I don't know. I presume I'll be told soon."

Lestrade watches Sherlock disappear and knows he's heading to the room with the files on cold cases. He sends a text to the guard to make sure they won't give Sherlock too much of a hard time before scrolling through Victor's file. He notes dates and places and scratches his chin in thought but his memory of the case was foggy at best and more about Donavan than her father. Speaking of her, he lifts his eyes to see her at her desk. He stands and she looks up at him. She shakes her head slightly but he's not deterred. He remembers her state from before and can't help but feel like he needs to make sure she's okay.

Sally was here when you sent it. Bit not good? –SH

"Please, don't." She asks softly as he approaches her near the water cooler. He can tell she splashed water on her face before.

"We were sent his military career file." He opens and she shakes her head.

"He wasn't in the military." She would have known. She turns away slightly, closes her eyes and lets out a breath.

"Sherlock says-" Her glare stops him.

"Freak can say what he wants, but I'm not going through this again." She takes a step back to leave but he grabs her shoulder gently.

"These files clear things up, don't you want to know?" She shifts her weight before looking away. She can't meet his eyes.

"We can figure this out." She meets his eyes and sighs, "Sherlock-"

"Don't." She bites as she pulls her shoulder back. Her eyes are hard and closed off again. She shakes her head begins to walk away. He considers chasing her but decides against it. He bites his lip and puts his hands in his pockets as he watches her retreating form. He then shakes his head and turns away missing the glare Anderson has been sending his way.

I'm giving you another chance. Don't let her down again. –JW

"Conflict of Interests?" Lestrade asks as she picks up the file from his desk an hour later. Sherlock has found something in the cold case room that required legwork, so he ran out to do something or another a few moment before. Honestly Lestrade had been dozing off, hence his new cup of coffee.

"You should go home and get some sleep." She comments without lifting her head from the files. Her father's secret military career clearly spread out on the pages before her. He upset a lot of groups, especially during the Cold War. He was in the U.S. a lot. She flips a page.

"Case." He replies as he stretches in his seat.

"He doesn't need you all the time," she shakes her head. She looks up to him and lowers the file a bit. "He can kill himself for this but you have responsibilities." She scolds. He looks away before nodding.

"I know." He rubs his eyes. He had been thinking along the same lines but had needed some external validation for his thoughts.

She looks up at the clock briefly before turning and leaving his office with the file tucked under her arm. She closes the door and he yawns. From her desk she can see him leave 20 minutes later, at 10. There are still a few people out and about but she has enough privacy that she allows herself to sink into her chair. Her fingers trace his face on the picture, remembering how his smile looked in person. The sound of his laugh. The pain from everything. Her finger is on his jaw when she hears the footsteps behind her.

"I'm here for you, if you need anything." She hears from behind. She doesn't look up but she takes her hand off the picture. She sits up a bit. Anderson's got his hands behind his back and is looking down at her fondly.

"I told you, I wasn't going to be that woman anymore." She doesn't look away from the file.

"No." He shakes his head as if she could see it. "No. That's not what I'm offering." She looks up to watch her screen saver. "We were friends, once, before we messed things up. I know you." He pauses. "I know what that did to you." She closes her eyes. "And I know we aren't close like that anymore but if you need someone, I'm here." She opens her eyes and nods before she has to close them again and focus on breathing and not crying. After a few seconds she nods again

"Thank you." She offers and he smiles sadly and nods before turning and leaving. She listens to his footsteps until they fade away and only deems it safe to look at the picture again after a few minutes of silence.

I won't.-SH

You have 24 hours from now. -JW

TDS: There was a post on tumblr where someone thought Sally didn't like Sherlock because he let her down and that inspired this! Review!

I had ideas for Susan that I loved, but due to me not wanting to make this story 60 chapters long, it may only be in the 30 one, same with the part where Donavan and Anderson find out John is alive.