Greg Lestrade started up his car. It's been a busy and tiring day, and all he wanted to do was to have lunch and forget about everything that had happened. He turned on the radio, and one of his favourite songs was played. He started humming to the tune. "Never liked that song." a deep manly voice said, and Greg jumped. He turned around, and saw Sherlock Holmes and John Watson sit at the back of his car, as if their presence is natural. "Eyes on the road." The taller one said with an arrogant grin, clearly satisfied by the way Lestrade reacted to them. Greg turned back to look at the road, but kept glancing at the front mirror in order to look at them. There went his plans to forget about work. "What are you doing here?!" "I want you to show us Anthea Jenkins's body." Greg snorted. Even the mighty Sherlock Holmes was predictable sometimes. "Of course you do. Brotherhood. But why would I help you?" "Because I'm cleverer than whoever's threatening you." "I'm not being threatened." he said dismissively. "Don't try to fool me, Gavin." "It's Greg!" "Can you just take us to the body and end this childish discussion?" the doctor interrupted. Greg sighed. Of course he will. As if he had a choice.