"I've heard the Inspector's theories."


"They are absolutely ridiculous."

I shrugged dismissively. "He's new." I pointed out as I leaned back in my chair. Doctor Watson muttered something about that not being an excuse. "So you went by the house." I continued. "Did you go in?" The Doctor shook his head.

"Do you have any theories?" I asked him.

Doctor Watson sighed. "It's a mystery to me." He admitted. "A man shot, the door locked, the weapon missing, I don't know what to make of it."

"You aren't the only one." I assured him. "Bradstreet's predicting another unsolved murder. As if three in one year weren't enough."

I didn't say that it was times like this when Sherlock Holmes was sorely missed at the Yard; I didn't have to. If his expression were any indication, the Doctor's thoughts echoed my own.

He shook his head and forced his thoughts away from that track. "How's your arm?"

"Sore." I admitted. "Jones forgot I've only had it out of the sling for a few days."

"What happened?" The Doctor looked worried; I offered him a small smile.

"He dragged me off to help break up a fight." I said. "I got backed into a corner and made the mistake of trying to hit someone right-handed. I think it hurt me more than it hurt him." I chuckled, but Doctor Watson was not reassured. "I caught him with my left while he was standing there laughing at me."

"Mind if I take a look?" The man asked anyway, vacating the other chair. He was standing over me in a few seconds.

"Will it make any difference this time if I say yes?" I retorted.

The Doctor snorted, and I resigned myself to yet another examination. "It would be better if you wouldn't put so much strain on it." The Doctor scolded.

"I'll make sure people know that when they're resisting arrest." I shot back. The Doctor almost smiled.

"Just tell them your doctor said to take it easy on you." He suggested dryly.

"I'll do that." I rolled my eyes. The Doctor allowed himself to laugh as he finished inspecting my arm.

"Let me know how that works for you." He said, a twinkle in his eyes. It was good to see it. His eyes strayed toward the clock. "Is that the time?" He asked. "I wasn't intending to stay this long."

"No harm done." I said quickly, before he could begin to apologize. "Are you walking home?" I asked as I rose to see him out.

"As long as the weather has held." The Doctor replied. It had.

"Be careful." I admonished him. "Good night, Doctor."

Doctor Watson smiled as he stepped out into the street. "Good night, Lestrade." He replied cheerfully.

Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys do not belong to me.