One little Boy
Chapter 8
Lestrade watched Sherlock unconscious, how could such an intelligent young man through his life away like that? When he had such talent?
Sherlock woke groggily from sleep. Lestrade was there.
"Hello Sherlock"
"Your still here the couch is bad for your back you should go home and sleep"
"How?"
"Your back is slightly out and your neck is obviously sore, you also look very over tired as if you haven't slept properly ergo the couch"
"You're staying with me tonight!" Lestrade said with happiness at Sherlocks expression, which looked like a mixture between mortification and confusion. "Why do you want me to live with you?"
"Because your too brilliant to go to waste on drugs"
Sherlock was stunned into silence. You're too brilliant to go to waste! The Inspector didn't think he was a freak! "Thank you"
At Inspector Lestrade's
"Welcome to my humble abode you can have the bed I'll kip on the couch"
Sherlock didn't say anything, just wandered over to the couch and sat down.
"Why are you doing this do you want something from me?"
Sherlock whispered in a resigned voice.
"Why do you think that I want something from you?"
"Because everyone always does."