I don't believe in all my years on the force I've ever seen a more giddy pair of chaps than I saw that spring afternoon when they came walking into the station, arm in arm.
I met them, seeing Gregson poke his head out of his office. Cummings was on duty, and I saw him smirk, pointing as the duo walked past the desk.
"Afternoon, Lestrade!" Holmes sang, eyes dancing.
"Mr. Holmes, Doctor," I replied, smiling automatically at the sight of them both – the Doctor looking far happier than I'd seen in months and Holmes simply alive!
"Brought the air-gun back, as I promised," Holmes said, handing me the weapon.
Gregson was grinning like a cat, motioning for the others to look at the scene.
Holmes and the Doctor shared a glance for a moment. Watson was smiling ear to ear, and I couldn't ever recall seeing Holmes display such happiness as he did just then.
"I would ask you gents to stay for tea, but I'd assume you have other plans," I said slyly.
Holmes merely grinned at me and the group of policemen that had gathered behind me to watch.
The Doctor nodded a smiling farewell as Holmes briskly tugged him back toward the entrance of the station.
It was good to see those two back where they belonged.