"Sir, there's been a… carriage crash. On Northumberland." Sally Donovan stared at the reports in her hand with a rather skeptical look on her face before handing them to Lestrade. She was supposed to be leaving already, damn it, but then Colby ran in with the news of a crash that made no sense. It pretty much killed her chance of going home and enjoying a good nap. "They've found somebody in the wreckage; she's been transported to St Bart's. There was a good deal of poison in her system, as well as injuries from the crash. She's in stable condition, last I heard." She stopped, a puzzled expression on her face. "How can there even be a carriage crash, sir?"
"Honestly, Donovan?" Lestrade dropped the reports on his desk and put his head in his hands. "I have no idea." He rubbed his eyes and started to look through the reports. An exasperated sigh escaped the man. "Go down and check it out. I'll read through these reports."
"Yes, sir." She grimaced and left, shrugging on a jacket. "Anything else before I go?"
"Call him. I want to know how the hell a bloody carriage was able to crash in the first place."
She nodded, her cell phone glued to her ear. "Oi, freak. We need you on Northumberland Avenue, now. Some type of carriage crash with a carriage that's not supposed to be there." A pause as he responded. "Just go, I'll meet you and Dr. Watson there."
There was no chance of a nap now.