Hello Detective

Gregson Part 1

I shoved the note into my pocket and pushed my way past John and down the stairs. He called after me, but I didn't stop. I left 221B, knowing that it could possibly be my last time there. It began to rain as I walked down the street, and I thought about popping into my own flat around the corner but decided against it. Like everything, it would just remind me of him.

I wandered around London in the rain, my wet hair sticking to my face. I noticed the strange looks I was getting from people walking by, but I didn't care anymore. I didn't care how I looked, I was broken inside so what use was it not being broken on the outside.

I found myself in front of a familiar door, ringing the bell. I didn't know who else to turn to, but I knew someone who might understand, even a little.

The door was tugged open quickly.

"Adelaide, my God get in here, you're soaking wet!" Lestrade said, pulling me out of the rain. He was clearly surprised to see me. He took my coat, but my wet clothes clung to my body. He frowned when he saw my lips had a blue tint. He wrapped a towel around my shoulders. I looked up to him, I still hadn't said a word. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him as a tear streamed down my cheek.

"It's going to be okay, Adelaide." He said, rubbing soothing circles on my back.

'It's not though, it's not going to be okay, Greg. Nothing will ever be the same." I said, pulling back.

"It will just take time, trust me. You can come back to work when you're ready, things can go back to normal." Greg said.

"You don't get it do you. I can't go back there, I can't work there anymore. Everything reminds me of Sherlock, every case I work I would just think of him, not to mention if I saw Donovan or Anderson. I can't do it Greg." I said, shaking my head.

"Does that mean you're quitting?" Lestrade asked.

"I would only be there for a few months before leaving anyway. There's no reason to go back now." I said.

"What do you mean?" Lestrade asked confused.

"Greg, I'm pregnant... I've known for about a month. I've been staying with Mycroft, he's offered to help but I still don't know what I'm going to do." I said quietly. Lestrade was obviously surprised.

"So it's Sherlocks? Are you going to keep it?" He asked.

"Of course, it's my last connection to him, the last bit of him I have left." I said, lowering my head.

"Did he know?" Lestrade asked gently. I shook my head, my heart filling with regret. Maybe if I had told him he wouldn't have done what he did.

"God..." Greg muttered, "Well if you ever need anything, I'll be here for you. Always."

"Thank you. I might go back home for a little while, to America I mean, still not sure. I think I need to get out of London for a little while." I said.

"Well, you've always got a friend on the force... And if it's any consolation Anderson quit and Donovan is very sorry." Greg said.

"Sorry for what? Helping kill Sherlock and destroy his reputation, or for agitating me enough to break her nose?" I asked.

"Both, though I do think she's had to have surgery to fix that." Lestrade said.

"Small price to pay compared to what she did, don't you think." I said, now standing.

"He wasn't a fraud was he?" Greg asked.

"He was many things, but never that." I put my coat on, which had dried a little.