Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
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The package was inconspicuous enough. It was large, but plain and white, addressed to D.I. Lestrade at the Yard with no return address.
Naturally, it was looked at carefully to make sure it wasn't dangerous. After that, it sat in Lestrade's office untouched, since the inspector himself wasn't keeping regular hours.
Sally Donovan waited a day before opening it.
At first, she thought its contents were case notes and surveillance videos, but they weren't tracking a crime.
They were tracking a life.
There were reams of credit card receipts and bills, pages of transcripted conversations, and stacks of photos.
And then there were the videos.
The footage ranged from CCTV cameras to what looked like spy cameras. There weren't just a few hours filmed; there were days, months, years recorded. They told the story of a brilliant man with an uncontainable intellect. His knowledge spilled out everywhere, almost against his will, but he used his abilities to help people instead of taking advantage of them. And he had one loyal friend who turned up one day and then stayed through it all.
Sally had never found any proof that the freak had committed a crime, and now this package turned up tracking almost every waking moment of his life going back years. Disturbing as it was…
It proved he was innocent.