"Lestrade! What the devil are you wearing?" Gregson demanded, eyeing the Inspector's shades, black turtleneck, and dark jeans.
An eyebrow went up. "What are you wearing?"
Gregson rolled his eyes. "It's called spandex. It's what superheroes wear."
"You're a superhero?" Lestrade was skeptical. He had read about super heroes during his visit to the future.
"I am. I can shoot lightning out of my hands." Gregson confirmed. "I see you all made it back from the future."
"Mr. Holmes used logic."
"That sounds about right." Gregson agreed. "If you'll excuse me, I'm supposed to be fighting this super villain now."
"Where are the others?" Lestrade wanted to know.
"Hopkins is stopping the vampires, and Bradstreet is falling in love with Holmes' daughter."
"I have a daughter?" Holmes demanded incredulously.
Gregson nodded. "Now, if you'll excuse me."
"Don't get killed or anything." Lestrade told him.
Gregson sighed. Lestrade blinked. "Oh."
"Sorry." Gregson said. Then he flew from the room, his cape flapping majestically behind him.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys at the Yard do not belong to me.