Lestrade Fan Fic Reichenbach-Post Reichenbach Katie Morrish

Greg had reported the theft of his badge and he was now stuck wondering what was going to happen, who Altamont was, and what he had meant by "see you soon." Of all of the Altamont's in London only a few were capable of the theft and Greg got no further from there. He hadn't much hope anyways, seeing as Altamont was almost certainly an alias.

However, things began to go even more south after an incident at a crime scene in an apartment the day after Greg's badge was stolen. A man had gone to a crime scene and entered as Detective Inspector Lestrade, and then he had left another note that had said, "See you soon – Mr. Basil." A witness said that the man had been tall, with curly brown hair and a beard and moustache. The description was vague and the new alias brought up nothing in his mind again.

The next day, the same thing happened at a different crime scene and a note that said "See you soon - Sigerson." Again, the name seemed familiar, as if he had heard the name before but had never retained the memory.

After a few more stories of the same nature with different aliases, Lestrade had enough. However, there wasn't much that he could do but wait and hope that he would see the man responsible soon as he had said. Greg wasn't happy; the man was playing with him like he was a doll. Obviously, the theft had been preplanned, as had the idea of what to do with the badge once it was in the hands of the criminal.

Greg felt like a toy.

The next time that his badge was used and a note left it was at his own crime scene and he found the note himself, it said, "Meet me at your house." Lestrade was worried, who knew what the nameless criminal wanted? Not wanting to make a big deal of anything he went home on his own that night, his wife wasn't there (hadn't been for a couple days as she was out with friends) and he kept his gun up as he entered his house.

What he saw next gave him the biggest shock that he had had in a very, very long time.

Sitting on his couch was someone that he had thought he would never see again. "Sherlock?" He rasped. "You're not… dead."

"How perfectly obvious you are," the dead man answered with a twitch of his thin lips. "I was never dead." He added the last part in a monotone voice that held a hint of amusement.

Greg had to sit down opposite Sherlock, as his legs were shaky; how could they not be? He had just met a man that he thought was buried six feet under at the cemetery. "Does John know that you're alive?" He asked, knowing the military man had been depressed since the day of Sherlock's death, or rather, faked death apparently.

"Yes, he has known for a week. He had a much more amusing reaction then you did." Sherlock full on smiled this time around and Lestrade managed a bit of a smile in return.

Then, he realized something, "If you are here… That means that you are the one who stole my badge." He stood up, angered.

"I was, yes. However, before you shoot me I would like to explain why." Sherlock then began to explain as Lestrade sat down, suspicious. "You arrested me, and then you arrested John. If you, Donovan and Anderson had not gone to the Chief-Superintendent, I would not have had to become a fugitive, and I might have been able to avoid the need to disappear. Of course, I don't blame you, much."

Sherlock then proceeded to explain everything, from why he needed to die, to how he didn't and what he did on those three years when he was 'dead.'

It took hours for the two of them to catch up with each other, and eventually, Greg threw down his pride and asked, "Can you come back? I have a few cases that need a consulting detective."

"Of course, what else am I going to do on my free time?"

"You don't have a job, you are always free, and you wouldn't survive without something to do."

…

"Precisely."

THE END