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Come Home"Gregory, sir. You're insane."Come Home by ~NovemberWishes
The figure of the grey-haired police officer stood on the edge of the building, his hands clamming up (as he seemed to rub his fingers on his palm constantly) and his alertness on high. "No, I'm not. I'm desperate. And don't call me that."
Bloody hell. It hadn't helped my day at all that I see my recently ex-colleague and ex-boss standing on top of the building where that freak had jumped two years earlier. Why Greg still bothered, I don't understand and probably never will. "Why do you still bother?"
"The last time I saw him, I was arresting him."
Good! I kept my mouth shut to avoid rustling Greg's feathers. "That's no excuse for you to jump."
"You don't understand. You hated him."
I brushed my black hair out of my eyes. This was... getting irritating. "Well. I have my reasons. But it doesn't matter now. Past is past."
Greg turned to face me, and my breath caught. I thought he was going to jump right then and there. Maybe I'm a bi
PopcornI think Im druink -GLPopcorn by ~NovemberWishes
I’m not surprised. –SH
Greg was swaying where he sat, barely being able to type. The stress of work and the memories of the past forced him to drink. It was just too much and it was just too hard to resist.
I hate my life –GL
Don’t say that Lestrade. I’ll be over in a few. –SH
Sherlock was coming over? That was… nice of him. And strange of him, too.
You’re killing yourself. -SH
no I’m not -GL
The alcohol is a poison. –SH
Yes, it might be poison, but elder police officer liked it. He consulted it like he consulted Sherlock, but for an entirely different reason. He... needed this.
you have danger nights -GL
i guess you could fcall this my danger night -GL
Greg was getting tired now. He could barely hold up his phone.
G'Night. I'm tired. -GL
Goodnight, Lestrade. Don’t hurt yourself. -SH
Greg let himself slip into sl