Hello, yes, I'm addicted, can't help it. A year just waiting for the next episodes is simply tooooo long. Now, this Halloween themed, but again, as you can see I have time issue... So it's up now. Read and review :D
Lestrade greeted Sherlock at the entrance, "Thank God you're here." He told the other man as he nodded to the receptionist to buzz them into the building.
"More reasonable to thank the cab driver." Sherlock commented as Lestrade held open the door for the consulting detective to pass through. Sherlock noted that Lestrade looked quite flustered and observed the dark circles under his eyes, the smell of machine coffee on his shirt and his creased jacket.
"How long have you got?" Sherlock asked and Lestrade turned round in the middle of the corridor in surprise. And much to the annoyance of the desk sergeant who nearly walked into him.
"Until your superior deems the case unsolvable and it's shelved. I only ask if there is a short time limit, after all the last resort is only called in at the last possible minute." Sherlock elaborated bored with the long walk to Lestrade's desk.
"Oh," He chuckled nervously, "We've got a couple of hours."
"Walk quicker then." Sherlock instructed and the detective sergeant picked up the pace.
Lesrade dumped his jacket on the back of his chair and then promptly sank down into it whilst pulling out the CCTV disc from under piles of paperwork which teetered over his desk. Sherlock stood behind him, tapping his foot impatiently as Lestrade fast forwarded the video to the part which stumped everyone who had seen it.
"There, right there. That's all the evidence we have to go on." Lestrade froze the screen. The image flickered and juddered on the old computer and Sherlock leaned over the detective sergeant who then got up from his chair and offered it to the consulting detective. Sherlock sat down and leaned forwards. He rewound the tape a little, and then played it through, twice.
Then he turned round to face Lestrade who looked back at him, desperately hoping that the consulting detective had found some sort of lead. Surprisingly, Sherlock could look down on someone whilst looking up to face them. Then he just looked bored.
"This was a waste of a journey." He scowled and Lestrade's face fell.
"No leads then?" He noted disappointedly.
"Leads, what, oh yes, of course there is a lead. You're just too stupid to see." Sherlock stated scathingly.
Lestrade tried to keep calm, he really did, but he only managed to count to four. Sherlock noticed the detective's face turn red and seemed to lose his weariness as he shouted at Sherlock who just stared back impassively, perhaps not even listening at all.
"Sherlock, dammit! I called you in because the case is going to be closed. I could be sacked, no, I will be sacked, everyone's watching and I called you in because you say that you can solve anything. You should be grateful that I called up here anyway; otherwise you'd just sit in your flat bored. And no, we can't have a bored Sherlock now can we. And you call me stupid?" Lestrade ranted and Sherlock blinked twice. Lestrade paused for breath and then realised what he had said.
"Ignore that, I'm tired." He said apologetically.
"You should try decaf." Sherlock quipped and turned back to the screen.
"What's the lead then?"
Sherlock quirked an eyebrow, "Well you can see it so clearly, observe the man walking past."
Lestrade watched as a tall man wearing a black hoodie walked across the screen. The hood was pulled up and at no time could they see the face. He wore jeans and was around average height and build. Almost undetectable. In fact, the only thing linking him to the investigation was that he was caught on camera walking away from the crime scene.
"Yeah, I see him."
Sherlock paused the tape, "There, you have it." He mock- congratulated and Lestrade shook his head.
"Sherlock." He warned, and Sherlock sighed heavily again.
"You see, you do not observe!" He pointed to the screen and rewound the tape. "Watch the man walking. Observe his gait."
Lestrade watched. The man walked with a slight limp, leaning slightly to the right to compensate.
"Maybe." Sherlock huffed and rummaged through the piles of papers, then opened the middle drawer on the left hand side of the desk.
"The next door neighbour." Sherlock stated pulling out a folder of statements and corresponding pictures of the people who gave them.
"Right..." Lestrade said slowly, "He took his time answering the door. Said that he had bashed his hip. But..."
"It was him." Sherlock stated and Lestrade stood for a moment in shock, then he began to search around for a piece of paper.
"I'll leave you to do the boring paperwork." Sherlock looked at the piles with unconcealed disgust and stood up adjusting his scarf.
"I'll see you outside." Lestrade said as he stopped rummaging around.
"Don't forget your jacket." Sherlock reminded him smoothly, picking it of the chair and handing it to him.
"Right, well thank you." Lestrade said again as he walked Sherlock back down the stairs and outside the station. He always remembered not to leave Sherlock unattended in the station because he had a habit of walking into offices and other departments to inspect the cases, and deduct the staff.
"Next time make sure that the case is interesting." Lestrade nodded his head.
"Thank you Sherlock." He repeated and watched as the consulting detective strode off, waving a hand absently which he had thought was to him, or but turned out to be the cab which had just turned the corner.
Lestrade turned around to walk back into the station. It was now the night-shift with mainly a skeleton staff. The desk sergeant who had almost walked into him earlier had gone off-duty and he rummaged in his jacket pocket for his badge so that he could buzz himself in. His pocket was empty. He checked the other one and then the two inside pockets. His keys were still there, so was his phone and wallet. But his badge and his cigarettes were gone.
Flummoxed as to where they could have gone, Lestrade had to ring up his DI to send someone down to let him in. He wasn't happy about it but once Lestrade had informed him that the case had been solved he sent down another sergeant down. Lestrade finished up and went home happy that his career was still intact. But he didn't deduct that because he had been glued to his desk all day, the only person that could have taken his badge and cigarettes must have been the only person who passed him his jacket earlier on.
Hope it's turned out alright... can you deduct who tricks and treats Sherlock? (if not, you'll find out in chapter 5 :D)