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[ First things first, Greg Lestrade comes to in the usual way of most newly returned canon update recipients- distinctly lacking in some hope and immediately taking more concern with getting his clothes on. A task well-accomplished, thank you very much, because he seems to have good luck in finding those neatly folded near his area of entrance. From that, for the most part, to hell with everything, he wants to flip tables. Not that he... does this. It's just a very tempting idea, little bit of a rampage or something. Maybe another time. So then, journal first, town second. ]

Well, I've been off home and back in, looks like. If anybody noticed I was out to start with. Would've expected a holiday from this place to be a bit more relieving, but I suppose that's just what I get for making assumptions. [ His tone is decidedly less casual than it usually is- more just tired than honestly annoyed- but Lestrade doesn't bother elaborating. Not the sort of business you start going on about. There's a pause, and he's almost hesitant when he picks back up. ]

Everybody who's in from my London still present and accounted for? You know who you are, and if you're here you're someone I'll have to talk to this week, so you might as well put in. [ And another short pause because he's just going on at this point, isn't he. Well WHATEVER. ] Just give a shout, save me the trouble of tracking you down. [ For once. 8||| ]

[ And with that, he closes the journal for the time being; not quite before it manages to pick up a faint "Christ, I need a smoke."

Which, you know, he'll be going out to accomplish. Very important item on his list right there. Smokes, food, a drink, more clothes. Furniture... eh. Flat's still got something in it, likely as not, that should be fine for him. He does the town the courtesy of doing his smoking on a bench in the square as opposed to in a building. Not that Luceti's much for "don't smoke indoors", really, but still. ]

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Wondered where you'd gotten to.

SH

[Not at all his way of conveying that you were missed, Lestrade, no.]

[As someone who has an inkling of what might be troubling Lestrade here, Sally is...concerned. To put it lightly. Does she stand by her convictions? Hell yes. Is she distressingly aware of the fact that workplace sensitivity policies are not in effect here? Hell yes.

Additionally, would she have wished what she thinks her boss may have just went through on anyone? Hell no. So none of this is precisely something to be pleased about.

All that aside, she decides the best policy is to be brief.]

Here, sir.

You went home and came back?

[It's not a real question, just politely allowing confirmation of a fact so it can't be said he obtrusively jumped to a conclusion.]

[ Of course not, that would be silly.

... Note to self, Greg, start carrying a pen always. Have a considerable pause, because he is probably doing an inordinate amount of staring-at-initials and thinking. He half-expected an answer out of Sherlock, of course, it's just about figuring out what exactly is meant to be done for it. Sherlock, who fled police custody so he could jump off of a bloody hospital the next day, who strangled a New Feather half to death and got the benefit of the doubt for it because why wouldn't he? Is he still supposed to get it, after everything? Lestrade is not a fan of questions without clear answers, which of course means he'll have to talk with Sherlock "probably won't want to give an honest to god straight answer to save his life" Holmes, the complete bastard.

And here it's still honestly that much better to know he's alive over dead somewhere.

He's getting the feeling that today is going to be a mess. Just know he is over here shaking his head and wondering how long it is until the headache's not worth it. ]

Isn't that nice to hear. Guess wondering what the fun is in dropping off of the face of the earth without a word finally got back around to me.

[ There we go, two out of three.

The two who get along like open wounds and saltwater, yes, but those are just the breaks. Mess, mess, mess. He clears his throat. ]

Alright, thanks. Good. [ ... :\ ] Well, good as it is that anybody's still here. Suppose it's really only good if you've got all your limbs present and accounted for.

[ No idea how he'll be handling this 2012. ]

That's right. It's known to happen now and again. [ He thought it made for pretty common knowledge. New Feather, maybe. God, is it already come up to time for that? Well, manners for manners either way. ]

What was it like?

Did you go back to the exact moment you remember leaving the first time?

[...Sorry, Lestrade. You're the first person Sherlock can ask all this, so...

He's asking.]

Did you remember anything about this place while you were there?

[And it doesn't occur to him to ask what had happened just before Lestrade had found himself back here.]

All my body parts are still where I left them last. And yours? Contrary to what you might think, I did manage to notice your absence. I was hoping you'd gone home - not that I wanted rid of you so badly, but I usually don't wish imprisonment in strange worlds on people who don't deserve it.

Glad to see you back, though, imprisonment clause notwithstanding.

[You know...sort of. She's not at all looking forward to however he plans to react.]

Well- like being home, I suppose. Or more like I'd never been here at all, that was pleasant. Woke up at home, thought about things at home, neglected to remember I'd had wings.

That doesn't disturb you?

Clause not withstood, then. I'd rather be here until nobody is.

And I made it there and back in one piece. [ A brief pause for your troubles. ] We're all gonna have to sit down and have a talk. Soon.

[ They could all leave things off, and they could just keep on going as Luceti allows, but how helpful could that be? Get everyone on the same page, set some ground rules- with any luck, not get anybody beaten or maimed in a routine argument. ]

[She could try a filter, but the only person she'd want to hide her response from could hack into it anyway. Well, it's not like he doesn't always know everything anyway. So, to get it out of the way while the topic is fresh:]

Right. ...Just for the record, sir, I stand by my decision and I'm not sorry for what I what I did, because I thought it was the right thing to do. But I think you knew that.

But as for what happened, no part of me, none, ever wanted that to happen. I should hope you knew that too.

...probably not as much as it should, no. [ Can't even be bothered. ] Now if someone mentioned it while I couldn't remember it, I'd probably have a different story for you.

[ >be difficult on sheer principle. ]

And this is all your business, is it?

Yes.

[Duh.]

Of course I know that, Donovan. [ He is almost offended by the idea that he wouldn't. Except he supposes there's all the difference in knowing something and acknowledging it. These are already complicated waters to tread in, where he's not sure if he's angry or just resigned or why or who at. It's no wonder nobody sat him down and caught him up instead of simply acting off.

He is going to think very carefully and be rational and diplomatic about this. All that good stuff. This is the sort of thing you have to speak of... tactfully. And honestly. Respectfully. ]

All of it. You thought it was the right thing to do, and I'd tell anyone to trust their instinct if they had the same situation. Even if I didn't strictly agree with it. [ Which is a bit of a light way to put it. It feels almost inadequate, but there aren't quite ways of saying maybe he was too close to the whole thing, maybe he should have passed it along to someone more objective and not gotten in deeper, maybe he should have been more professional. None that he can think of that doesn't feel like admitting some sort of ultimate defeat.

Too late to bother with "maybe" as it is. ] You did your job. It's only fair that you expected me to do mine properly, too.

[ Scoff. ] We'll be agreeing to disagree, then, won't we?

[ And breathe through the nose, tighten the jaw. Not trying to be deceptive, but most definitely serious. ]

If you want to ask questions for the sake of science [ whatever good the answers would actually even be ], you can ask 'em later. I'll need to talk to you and John, if he's still stuck with us. Face-to-face. [ And you know, Donovan. But he wants all his best chances of Sherlock actually turning up. ] May as well kill two birds with one stone.

["I'll need to talk to you and John."

They're simple words, but they're damning for Lestrade. His tone says everything. His breath gives him away. And Sherlock steels himself.

His wings flutter under his jacket, nervous, but they can't be seen by the other man.

His voice, in the other hand, is unmoved. After he puts up a nice little filter.]

Time and place.

I'll come alone to talk.

Just the two of us.

Edited 2012-05-14 06:36 (UTC)

Still here, yeah.

[ Here since the broadcast started, and not all that keen on how 'have to talk' sounds. Lestrade has been out and... how far ahead did he go?

Naturally, Sherlock shows up, doing the investigating for him. Even if Lestrade's keeping a tight lip about it, it's quite clear what this chat is going to entail. Damn. ]

I'm stuck at the surgery another hour or so. Sherlock's not busy, though.

[ Right under the bus you go, prick. ]

You and I can catch up after?

[ He considers this offer. Not that it's so much to consider. ]

Fine- the two of us this time. My building, ground floor kitchen, three hours. [ Lestrade thinks he would like to keep this one out of 2-21 or his flat, if he can. Flats are more personal, kitchens are more or less neutral. And once is enough, in terms of getting into homes with business such as this. ] That work?

[ No plans to blow anything up in exactly three hours that he'll be impeding? ]

[ And that's everyone. Good, as things that are generally bad go. There is a vague handwave sort of gesture over here, John, and how sad that it can't truly be seen. ] Good to know.

[ On here and Sherlock's not busy, naturally. ]

We can catch up anytime you like. I'm not exactly on a full schedule.

I'll be there.

Absolutely.

[ A rough calculation says that Sherlock will probably not have much to say, but much to pump the DI for. It'll probably take an hour at most. So, cushioning either way... ]

Say about... three hours?

[ Let's just rip the bandage off, get it over with, all that... ]

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