Terribly sorry for long delay, my muse has decided to take an extended vacation...enjoy!
Usual disclaimers apply: I own neither Holmes nor Lestrade except for Sgt. Dickerson...
Just One of those Days Ch. 6
12:40 P.M
St. Barts Hospital
"Good grief, Holmes," Lestrade finally snapped, "stop pacing and sit down, you're giving me a headache." He rubbed at his temples to prove his point.
From the corner of the makeshift tent that been set up for their base of operations; Sherlock paused in his manic pacing to send a withering glare at the detective before resuming his pacing. "They should have found him by now," Holmes snarled angrily, "What's taking them so long?"
Lestrade sighed, it had roughly around four hours since the explosion in the hospital and thankfully, there had been only two deaths and several more injured though not seriously. Watson was bound to be badly injured once they had dug him out if he was indeed in the construction zone. "Holmes, there's a lot of rubble in the blast zone so it's bound to take them a while." He said with forced patience.
Sherlock muttered something unintelligible under his breath and Lestrade wasn't if he wanted to know what he said. He turned back to watch the process of the rescue workers combing the rubble for anymore survivors. By now, they had pulled most of them out except Watson. Lestrade pinched the bridge of his nose against a painful spike of his headache. When he opened them again, Sgt. Dickerson from the bomb detail was standing in front of him.
Before he could open his mouth, Sherlock stopped to pacing to snap, "Well?"
Lestrade barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "Did you find the point of origin yet?"
Dickerson shook his head, "No sir, but I think we have a lead where though."
"Oh?"
"Yessir," Dickerson hesitated, "Only problem is that it's obstructed by a lot of rubble."
Lestrade sighed again catching on, "And it's also unstable."
"And," Sherlock snapped, "Watson was last seen near the origin point as well." He turned on Lestrade, but before he could speak however, there was a triumphant shout from within the rubble.
A lone dusty, young worker sped towards the tent, "Detective Lestrade!" He shouted, "Detective!" The young man came to a stop just outside the tent and said breathlessly, "We found Dr. Watson, sir!"
A/N: My deepest apologies for the horrendously long delay. My muse it seems decided to go New York with my two younger sisters and before that, well, I was reading a lot of Stargate: Atlantis fics. Terrible sorry for the shortness of the chapter, I'm still getting used to writing multipile chapter fics. Well, at least they finally found Watson. Now all they have to do is dig him out...easier said than done, I'm afraid.
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