"I have a case for you."
Lestrade's greeting was hesitant, despite being the bearer of good news. Sherlock noticed immediately and frowned at the detective inspector.
"Lestrade?" he questioned, leaving the actual question un-asked but evident.
Greg cleared his throat before continuing.
"There are drugs involved."
Right. Sherlock nodded solemnly. He had known it was only a matter of time before such a case came to him. He suspected that Lestrade, no doubt on his brother's interference advice, had been deliberately holding back the drug- related cases, and Sherlock himself had mixed feelings about that.
"You OK?" Greg's voice was low and filled with concern. He had approached Mycroft, when this case came across his desk, and asked him to allow him to go to Sherlock with it. Greg believed that Sherlock was ready to handle it, and Mycroft, after some careful deliberation, agreed.
If this was to be Sherlock's career, then it was time to let him back out into the real world.
Sherlock nodded slowly and smiled at the Greg.
"Lead the way."
