"The stick is in lestrades coat- I dropped it in there when he helped me up in the alley and well these men are apparently too pre occupied with just finding it they never frisked any one of us." Lestrade looked pissed "THEY COULD HAVE KILLED ME IF THEY FOUND IT!" "Oh please let's do calm down." Sherlock mocked. Rubbing his wrists Sherlock took off out of the office. Lestrade, Mycroft, and John all sighed at the same time. "So what now?" Mycroft snickered. -Wrote this in 2017 for an English class. Thought it would be a good start to sharing some of my fanfic works. I'm not sure if I'll finish the story- I might if I get enough interest.