Hello Detective

Gregson Part 4

I hit rock bottom. I tried to still write to Sherlock, but my letters got darker and darker. I had returned to my apartment, spent some time on my own. Alone is what I have, alone protects me.

Ms. Hudson had come to visit me, so did John, and Lestrade, Molly, and even Anderson.

I was bad after that. I began drinking to numb the pain, living recklessly, because I didn't care what happened to me now. I had lost count of how many times I had been cut off at bars and kicked out.

One night after final call, I was roaming the streets and ended up at a doss-house.

"What do you want?" The man at the door asked in a thick accent.

"What you're selling." I held up a wad of cash, and he opened the door quickly.

"Bill Wiggins at your service. Cup of tea? Or coffee?" He asked pointing to the different drugs scattering the room.

"What do you recommend?" I asked.

"For you, the tea. It's your first time I'm assuming and you want to forget someone. A 7% solution should take care of that for the time being." Wiggins said.

"I think we'll make fast friends Wiggins." I smiled a dark, empty smile.

Mycroft wasn't happy after he found me back at my flat. He seemed all too used to this routine.

"You need to stop throwing your life away! You need to move on!" Mycroft yelled.

"I am moved on and I'm doing just fine!" I yelled back, still high.

"This isn't fine Adelaide! I expect this from Sherlock, but not from you!" He screamed.

"I think we can stop expecting anything from Sherlock because he's dead! Our baby is dead! And I'm fine!" I fell back onto the couch. I knew what I had done had crossed the line, but I didn't regret it.

"This was a cry for help. I won't lose you to this, you're too bright for this. Your mind is needed for something greater. You need to go back to work, and the offer still stand to work with me, but only if you are clean and sober." He said.

"I don't want to be in London." I argued.

"I thought you said London was your home." He scoffed.

"Home hurts." I answered quietly.

"What about MI6. You have the skillset, you would have to do some training but nothing you couldn't handle. It would take you out of London. Normally I wouldn't have suggested something like this for you, but I think you might be what they're looking for right now, especially after their last double-0 was forced into retirement." Mycroft explained, and I accepted.

I sobered up, and got to work.

••••••••••

Gareth Mallory, also known as M, had called me into his office a few weeks after beginning my training. I was excelling at an unprecedented rate, and he felt I was ready to be sent out into the field. Technically I wasn't a double-0 yet, that took two confirmed kills, two kills that I didn't have.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" I asked, entering his office.

"Yes, Gregson, please have a seat." He pointed to the chair in front of him. He laid a file across from me and my eyes grew wide at who it was, and how long the list was of people he was working for.

"I believe you're familiar with Ryan Spencer." M said.

"Um, yes sir, he's my uncle." I said, hesitantly.