First of all thanks for the reviews! NivalKenival and Vivi Marius may this chapter please you. I cannot pass under silence Trivia-goddess plead that I don't stop this fic. I'm sorry I didn't know it mattered so much. I'm writting this when I have spare time and I didn't expect people outside my circle of friends to actually appreciate and like this fic. Thank you for sticking around, I'll be back to normal schedule once a week I promise. But before that, I'll release the two chapter already written. Thanks again guys and I hope you'll like this chapter as much as I liked to write it. As ever thanks to Abigael-cassandra my lovely Beta~
The stillness in the club was the first cue for the DJ that something was going on. People in the back were all turned toward the same direction and they seemed shocked. John kept playing music but a few minutes later, paramedics were in the place rolling away a young man with dark curls. Just has he was about to go back in his own bubble of music, he noticed something strange. Greg was following the paramedics while shouting at a man with brown hair that looked like he was in deep trouble. Now that was something strange. Lestrade was usually so calm and witty. To see his friend stressed and mad like that was something new. As soon as the paramedics were out, everything went back to normal, people resume dancing and jumping around. The rest of the gig went pretty well and going by the cheers, John wasn't that bad. As soon as he was off the stage, he grabbed his cellphone and called the silver hair man. Instead of hearing the reassuring 'Sergeant Lestrade' John heard the robotic voice of a girl. "This is the voice mail of.." The DJ hung up, a quizzical look on his face. Making a mental note to ask his friend about the incident later, John went back to the room where is stuff was packed to grab his gear and head off to his flat.
Meanwhile, Greg was more than pissed. He only wanted to spend a nice night hanging out with his best buddy and see him do what he did best. Instead he was in deep because of an undercover agent. As soon as Lestrade spotted the brown hair 'dealer' he knew something was wrong. First, because he clearly saw him once before at the New Scotland Yard. And second, he was next to what seemed like a very young teenager, passed out, probably because he OD-ed. Greg walked straight toward the agent, quickly flashing his badge. The brown hair man went white as a sheet as soon as he saw the badge. Something was definitely off. 'Lestrade. What do we have here?' The other agent tried to compose himself and come up with a snarly comment, but he was cut off by a newcomer pushing him to the side. The undercover agent tried to regain his balance while a man with brownish hair was hovering over the unconscious boy. The eyes of the new comer were filled with concern and fear. A friend Lestrade though. The paramedics rolled the boy away the man that pushed the undercover agent following them. The Sergeant quickly turned his gaze back toward the man who was trying to quietly escape. "HOLD IT" Grabbing his arm, the policeman dragged his fellow officer outside the club.
As soon as John entered his flat, he dropped everything on his couch, heading straight for the fridge. He was so thirsty. Half a bottle of water later, he went back to sit on the couch next to his things. The events of the night were playing back in his mind and a lot of questions needed answers. Grabbing his cell phone, the DJ tried to call Lestrade back. The electronic voice greeted him again. Sighing, he dropped the phone and rubbed his eyes. Might as well grab a few hours of sleep before heading to work. As soon as his head hit the pillow, John's cellphone started to ring. Stumbling out of bed, the DJ almost ran toward his phone. "Hey." Lestrade deep voice instantly eased John's worries. Before he could even utter a world, his best friends voice was pleading to him. "I need your help." A few minutes later he hung up and headed for the shower. Looks like the night was not over yet.
Lestrade hung up and sighed. He knew what he was doing was dangerous and that if his superior heard about it he would be in deep. Turning his gaze toward the brow hair policeman next to him, he couldn't suppress his glare. "You better be right about this." The under cover agent shook his head. "No choice. You blew my cover. And you don't want 'him' to threaten us again." Lestrade put both hands over his face. What a shitty night. He was sitting in a ER with an under cover cop, from whom he had just blew up the cover. Waiting to hear from a man he met a few hours ago about the condition of his little brother, who was caught accidentally in a big operation for a major drug bust. That he blew up too. To top it all, he was dragging in his best friend to try to fix it all. This didn't sound promising at all. "If this ends out badly, I'll have your head for this Anderson." Someone cleared his throat. "And if you don't arrest the one responsible for the harm done to my little brother, I will have yours Sergeant Lestrade." Growling, Lestrade stood up and faced the stoic man that just threatened him. "I will Mister Holmes."