Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 76
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"Everyone has his day and some days last longer than others." ~ Winston Churchill
Present Day
Most onlookers were kept behind the police tape. Some looked horrified others looked curious. Lestrade was in an ambulance sitting, he seemed to have recovered apart from some light bruising, scrapes, and cuts.
Sherlock stood close by and walked up limping slightly. Sherlock moved close to him. One side of an orange shock blanket had fallen off of Lestrade's shoulders. Sherlock walked up to him and pulled the blanket back onto his shoulders.
Sherlock carefully wrapped the blanket snugly around Lestrade then took a step back and studied Lestrade.
Lestrade looked at Sherlock and frowned.
"Thanks mate," he said, as he looked Sherlock over.
He supposed they must have looked like a fright. He, Donovan, and Sherlock were covered with dust from the building and their hair was sticking up and out of place. The only normal looking places on their bodies were their faces that had been wiped clean by the toilette that the emergency personnel had given them.
"Where's your blanket Sherlock and why aren't you beside me on this trolley?" Lestrade asked
A click was his only reply.
In confusion, Lestrade looked at Sherlock who held up his phone and took another picture.
`Click'
"What in sam do you think you're doing?" Lestrade asked annoyed.
`Click'
"Hum, what's the saying? Oh yes, turnaround is fair play," Sherlock said.
Sherlock moved to get a better angle, "Smile," he said.
`Click'
"Alright, alright you've had your fun," Lestrade said.
Sherlock smirked and took one last picture then put his phone back into his pocket.
John walked up to the two; he had been helping with the injuries.
"Ok Sherlock, time to go to the hospital, I'll meet you both there in a minute and…" John never finished.
"You'll meet Lestrade there; I'm fine I told you." Sherlock's mood dramatically changed as he glared at John.
Lestrade groaned loudly as he swayed a little. "Help me down, will you Sherlock." Lestrade started to rise up.
"What exactly do you think you're doing Lestrade," Sherlock asked with annoyance.
"Well, you're not going so why should I?" Lestrade swayed a little more.
Sherlock grunted and managed to get in the ambulance while holding his side. He attempted to push Lestrade back down on the trolley.
"We both go or help me down," Lestrade informed Sherlock.
John stood by unsure of what to say.
"You're being childish Detective Inspector." Sherlock stressed his title.
"All these years around you have finally rubbed off."Lestrade looked in Sherlock's eyes as a silent battle took place.
"I see," Sherlock said, "John you did say you would meet us there."
John nodded, he thought that maybe he should not say a word. Sherlock sent death stares to Lestrade when Lestrade asked if he wanted a blanket. Sherlock turned away from the door and scowled.
When Sherlock was not looking, Lestrade winked at John.
John opened and closed his mouth wordlessly; partially terrified, partially amused.
He then walked away hurriedly. John thought it wise to find the emergency personnel immediately, before Sherlock could change his mind.
A/N: "What in the sam…, " is an expression of mild frustration. It is the same as asking, "What is going on?" In a frustrated way.