Next chapter for your pleasure :) Warning for drug use

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim, stay afloat

Lestrade was tired.

It had been a long day, and now he had been called out to investigate an apparent overdose at the other side of town. A Jane Doe had been found in an alleyway with a toxic amount of heroin in her system. Forget apparent, that seemed pretty self explanatory to Lestrade. But they couldn't just write it off as a suicide/accidental death without investigating first.

So that was how Lestrade found himself dead on his feet in a filthy alleyway on the opposite side of London from his warm bed. Anderson was waiting for him to the left of the body, his expression one of annoyance. "Let's get this over with then." Lestrade said wearily.
"Death from heroin in the bloodstream, the drug was injected by her and needle marks on the arms indicate prior use."Anderson drawled. "Just a junkie who overdosed." He concluded smugly.
"Right well if that's that then…" Lestrade trailed off, it seemed so pointless to just come out here to do nothing but hea rAnderson's report. He could have phoned him to find that out.
"Well sir, we've also got the person who discovered the body."Anderson told him, a hint of exasperation in his voice.
"Well send him up to Scotland Yard to fill out a report." Lestrade commented irately. Why was he still here?
"He's demanding to talk to the person in charge of the case."Anderson remarked with an added eye roll. "He's over beside the police car."

Lestrade turned around and looked back the way he'd came to see a tall figure standing next to one of he police cars parked next to the pavement marking the entrance to the alleyway. He was tall and wiry with a mop of dark curled hair, leaning with his back against the police car as if bored. As Lestrade approached him he began to see the finer details of his appearance; his clothes were mix-matched and shabby consisting of tracksuit bottoms, ripped gloves, a black raincoat and a navy scarf. He wasn't just thin; he was starved looking, his body spindly and his face hollow. What caught Lestrade's attention the most however was his eyes. His pupils were blown wider than Lestrade had thought possible. As he neared the man (who he supposed was more of a kid than a man) he snapped his head up to stare at him.

"Ah! You must be in charge of the case. What conclusion have you come to?" Lestrade opened his mouth to tell him that it was none of his concern but the strange kid had started up again. "Never mind, it's wrong anyhow. You think she overdosed, either accidentally or on purpose, but if you actually stop to look at the scene you will see that is not the case." Lestrade wasn't quite sure what to say to this obviously high kid who seemed to think that he knew more than the police about the crime.
"Do you have any evidence to prove that?" He asked doubtfully.
"I don't need evidence, you just need to observe." The kid sighed dramatically. "Angel, your Jane Doe, doesn't regularly take heroin, she is a cocaine addict. I know because we both use the same dealer and if you look at the needle marks on her arms none of them have any bruising whatsoever around them, indicating that they were made after death to disguise the fact that she wasn't a frequent user. The fatal injection was self administered however, and I would conclude that it was under duress from the way her hand obviously shook when she injected the drug. The murderer was smart enough to know better than to inject the drug himself as the police would recognise the signs, so he used some form of weapon to intimidate her into injecting herself (most likely a gun) and then covered her in the other marks after. From the way she is dressed it is obvious that she is a prostitute, I know she was having money problems as she was having arguments with her dealer about money she owed him. Your most likely looking for a rich ex-client of hers that she attempted to black mail but refused to hand over the money." He rattled this all of in one breath, leaving a gob smacked Lestrade to try and take in all that he had siad.

"But how-you do realise that you just admitted to buying drugs in front of a police officer?" Lestrade decided to go for the most pressing matter of what the kid had just said. He raised an eyebrow at him as if it was a stupid question.
"Yes, but I can tell that you are extremely moral and I just gave you a lead, you won't turn me in because then it would be on your conscience. Moral people are so easy to manipulate." The kid stood up from his relaxed position and strode purposefully away from the crime scene, leaving a confused Lestrade in his wake. "Wait!" Lestrade called after him. Unsure what to ask he settled with yelling "What's your name?"
"Sherlock Holmes." He called back without turning around.

This one was fun to write, I love writing interactions between Sherlock and Lestrade. Hope you enjoyed it! thank you to and phanpiggy for reviewing, means a lot! :D