Chapter 8: Nepotism? I Don't Think That'll Work For You This Time.....

Lestrade gasped as she felt the tiny, thin needle poke through her skin and into her back. It hit one of the vertebrae, but she doubted the person who'd done it had noticed. They were too busy going for Grayson who was walking out of his door now. Since she couldn't let that happen (besides, she liked Grayson as her boss) she whirled around and stuck out her foot, effectively tripping the person. They fell with a muted thump.

"Good job Lestrade," Grayson praised. They both looked at the figure that was struggling to its knees. It was a portly kid with curly red hair and dressed impeccably. Finally attaining his knees, he looked up at Grayson and Lestrade. Lestrade pulled out her ionizer (never leave home without one) and aimed it at the kid.

"Don't move," she ordered peremptorily. The kid obeyed, but that didn't stop him from opening his mouth.

"My uncle is a very powerful man. You'll be sorry you've done this to me!" Lestrade supposed it was supposed to have been a very commanding statement, but it came out as more of a plaintive whine. Then a crafty expression appeared in the boy's eyes and he said in an even whinier voice, "He's the one behind all this...and you can bet he won't let you two imbeciles get away that easily."

"Well," Grayson began, only to be waved off by Lestrade who gave him a sly wink.

"I see. I have to say that your uncle is a brilliant man. I'd even go as far as to say he was a genius, unparalleled by any." The kid's chest began to puff up, just as she thought it might, and she went on. "Oh yes, I would love to meet the man who thought up this scheme...why, I'd even volunteer to be a test subject for that substance..."

"Well, then look no further," the kid said, his ego betraying him, "Because _I'm_ the one who came up with it. My uncle's an idiot who thinks he's in charge of a multinational robotics firm, when actually it's the monkey who calls the shots..."

"Just what I wanted to hear," Lestrade said, unable to keep the triumphant smirk from her face. She started forward.

"No wait, y...y..you don't have any j..jurisdiction here..."

"Zed! You're right...but I know someone who does."

Grayson, usually very forward in his opinions about what Lestrade did, was oddly quiet. She gave him a look, and he sighed. "I guess I'd better start the paperwork...it's going to be long..." he walked back into his room muttering to himself.

"Right, now come along young man. Don't make me have to force you. That's better." They walked into Watson's room and Lestrade had him back up and running in no time.

"Watson, d'you think you could...." she paused and looked at the kid then whispered her question into Watson's "ear". "Signal the Big Guy?"

"Why yes, Lestrade, I'll do so immediately."