The phone continues to ring, but no one answers. "No one is answering, Lestrade. Maybe you gave me the wrong number", I say and Lestrade starts laughing. "Trust me, Arthur; Sherlock never answers from the first time. One time I called him twelve times and when he answered he said: What do you want, Lestrade? I was analyzing a body".
I raise an eyebrow and put the phone down. "If you think I am going to phone that man more the three times you are very wrong." Lestrade stands up and taps me on the shoulders.
"Take your coat. We are going to his place. I really need him at this case."
I turn to him. "What? I am not coming. I have things to do, people to interrogate. I can't leave this investigation for a man who thinks he is too good to answer his damn phone." Lestrade looks angrily at me and comes closer to me. "Look, Arthur. This is about work. What you are doing is not my concern. I gave you permission to use the data from our computers, I let you investigate and anything you want, but when it comes about work I want you there. Do you understand?" he said on a bossy voice and I know I can't say anything because he has always gave me permission to do anything regarding my investigation on finding Merlin.
"It's almost night, Lestrade. Maybe he is sleeping or maybe he is busy." – I say trying to avoid going there. All I am having on my mind is a way of finding Merlin. I feel like I have been searching for him for centuries, but it has been only a year and a half since I am back. I remember that day like it was yesterday.
I woke up on a road; the cars were passing one by one near me, ignoring me. I found myself dressed as a King, but I didn't remember what happened to me and why I was dressed like that. The only thing I remembered was a face. Blue eyes crying; tears which were for me. Therefore I figured out that something bad happened. I tried to remember what happened with me, why was that guy injured, but I couldn't. The only words I remembered were "Thank you", but I had no idea why I thanked that guy for and why he was crying. As a whisper I heard his screams. He was screaming my name repeatedly and then he said some words I didn't understand. For a moment I felt like flying and I thought I was probably high at that moment. I got up and started walking I felt a pain in my chest like a sword hit me and when I asked people where I was, they all told me I was in London. Every time I started laughing because as I knew London didn't exist and everyone looked strange at me when I told them that. As the weeks passed I began to remember more, but what I was remembering wasn't from this world or from this years. I remembered that guy's name. His name was Merlin and all I knew about him was that I was always shouting at him and even though I was married, I was in love with him. When I was walking on the streets people thought a festival is going to come and they were all happy asking me what knight I was. "Arthur" – I was telling them and they started screaming calling me "my lord".
"You are going to call him again till he answers. If not, we are going there, Arthur." – Lestrade's voice brings me back. I blink and nod, taking the phone and calling again the number.
This time someone answered. "Hello?" – the voice sounds so familiar.
"Mr. Holmes?" – I ask and then the voice didn't answer anymore. I stay there for a second and I didn't know how to continue. I didn't want to tell him my name so I didn't. "I am sorry if I disturb you at this hour, but my boss needs you with a case, so I would appreciate if you could come tomorrow at our office" – my voice sounds so professional like I have been a cop for years and years. I smile and wait for an answer. Just talk. I want you to talk, because I want to figure out from where I know your voice. The man who I am talking to doesn't say a word and then he hangs up. I try to remember the voice because it sounded so familiar, but Lestrade comes in my office.
"Come on. Today I am not going to let you stay here till tonight. So pack your things and go home, Arthur." I nod and take my papers leaving together with Lestrade. "You wanted to make you sure you are going to leave the last?" I ask Lestrade grinning, going downstairs. He guffaws and then he says "No, I wanted to make sure you are going to get some sleep." I fake a smile, because I know I am not going to sleep tonight. I won't be searching for Merlin; I will be thinking why that voice sounded so familiar.