Day Two

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“Lestrade.” Sherlock greeted as the Angel sat down on the couch.

“We have a case, Sherlock. I'd really appreciate your help.” Greg replied wearily, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Does it involve Mycroft ?” Sherlock asked with a note of disdain.

“Sherlock, please ...”

“No. And you can tell brother mine that I won't be helping do his dirty work. You are, after all, his lover , are you not?”

“That's none of your business, Sherlock.” Greg snapped, too tired and annoyed to be dealing with the Holmes brothers' feud.

“You didn't deny it.” Sherlock smirked to himself.

“Oh for God's sake, Sherlock. Just look at it will you?”

“Careful about taking the Lord's name in vain, Lestrade.” Sherlock mocked, plucking at his violin.

“I'll leave it here.” Greg sighed, standing up and leaving the flat.

x..x

“How did my brother take it?” Mycroft asked as Greg sat down on the couch.

“How do you think?”

“Ah, not well then.”

“He won't even help on the case, My.”

“My brother can be very stubborn at times but, he does love a good case to solve. Especially a triple homicide in a locked room.” Mycroft smiled, sitting down next to his Angel.

“Yeah, I doubt he ...” Greg was interrupted by his phone signalling a new text.

It was a game of Russian Roulette.

Two men played the game and failed.

The third man was about to leave when

he was shot by a sniper through the window.

Clearly all three men were playing to win a

large sum of money that the boss didn't want

them to have.

You're welcome.

Give Mycroft my regards.

SH

“Well, would you look at that. You were right, My.” Greg smiled as he turned the phone to show the older Holmes.

“As I said, my dear Gregory, Sherlock never can resist a good mystery.”

Location of sniper?

GL

Flat across from your crime scene.

Not a very intelligent move really.

Send officers now and he should be

trying to pack up and leave with the

money.

SH

Thank you.

GL

“Gotta make a call, love. Back in a few.” Greg smiled, standing up and heading to the kitchen.

The Angel returned a few minutes later and slumped back onto the couch.

“Everything is sorted then, I assume.”

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