The next thing Lestrade knew, a visibly irritated Anderson was shaking him awake.
"What do you want?" He asked groggily as he sat up.
"It has been three hours sir, and we can't find Johnlock." Anderson replied in his irritating, nasal voice.
"Johnlock, what the hell is that Anderson?"
"It's the new name for John and Sherlock; they've even been handcuffed together now, so it's official. Sally and I came up with it."
Greg groaned. What a great way to start an early day, with Anderson being a pompous prick. "If you are going to call them that, don't do it around me or any of your superiors. It is highly unprofessional." He snapped, not happy with his morning thus far.
Anderson sniffed indignantly before stalking out of the office to talk to Donovan. The DI grimaced and stood up to stretch. Checking the clock, he groaned when he noticed it was 5 am. "For the love of all that is holy…" He muttered under his breath, before walking out of his office over to where a couple of officers stood chatting. "Any news on what has going on with Holmes and Watson?" He asked them.
"Nothing yet sir, Johnlock is still on the run, they have probably found somewhere safe to hide." The taller of the two officers answered.
Upon hearing the word 'Johnlock' again Greg sighed, exasperated already. "And it's only 5 am…" He thought to himself with a mental shake of his head. Thanking the men he walked away and stood looking over the police station. He tended to do that when on a particularly stressful case.
Recognizing her boss's signs, Sally walked over and spoke to him. "How are you doing, Lestrade? I know that you liked the Freak and his friend, but they are on the run now. There is no way that you can stay friends with them now."
"Thank you Sally, for your honest belief, but I don't need to hear your pessimism at the moment." Greg replied, rubbing his temples as if he had a headache. He just had to get through the day, than he could go home and sleep. That was it, one day, than sleep.
How much worse could the day get?