Jones snorted over his mug. "You're kidding me." He said. "There is no way on God's green earth it's possible. The man isn't capable of retiring."

"Why not?" Bradstreet wanted to know. "We retired. Gregson retired."

"Lestrade didn't." Hopkins pointed out, earning a roll of the eyes from the man himself.

"Well, Mr. Holmes did." Lestrade assured him. "Even moved out of London. Out into the country, actually."

"Really?" If Jones had been surprised by the announcement that Sherlock Holmes was retiring, he was nearly speechless at the revelation that the man had not only left London, but was now residing in the countryside.

Lestrade nodded, and wondered to himself, not for the first time, at the relationship that had developed between Sherlock Holmes and the Yarders he had worked with, not least amazing was the fact that Athelney Jones had actually been concerned over the fact that Holmes had decided to retire and left, without so much as a word to Scotland Yard.

Not that he had to; he was still technically an amateur, and however much he and the Yard had helped each other over the years Holmes certainly did not owe the group of men sitting at the table anything. Nonetheless, they were still a bit concerned over his sudden disappearance from London.

Lestrade was still on rather good terms with the Doctor, and had consequently been elected as the best person to go asking questions about Sherlock Holmes' personal life. Fortunately for him, he had been there shortly before the man's departure from London, and had actually even helped him pack his things.

"What's he going to do out there?" Hopkins wanted to know. "What does one do out in the country?"

"Farming." Bradstreet suggested with a laugh. "Raise horses. Or dogs. That kind of thing."

Lestrade rolled his eyes. They weren't that far off. "Actually, he's taken up beekeeping." He supplied.

The three other men stopped what they were doing to stare at him. Jones was the first to recover.

"Really?" He asked. Lestrade nodded. He and the other two considered this for a while.

"Stranger things have happened." Bradstreet finally decided.

"Gregson took up gardening after he retired." Hopkins recalled. "Does he enjoy it?" He finally asked.

Lestrade shrugged. "John says it's been good for him. Says he's calmer, happier, even healthier."

Hopkins nodded, satisfied. "Good." He said. "Good for him."