𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄

Hello.

/ i’ve forgotten my email for @adamnedsoldier i’m going to cry 

in quick, succession steps, sherlock revealed himself from the dark alley near scotland yard. situations, he supposed, must have been particularly unpleasant here after the moriarty situation. the games and the explosives. while it was a bit of excitement for sherlock (at least, until the miscalculated swimming pool scenario with john), he had to presume his opinion was in the minority. his gaze darted down to the cigarette lestrade was about to light. "those things will kill you," he said flatly.

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          drop starters !! 

you know those are bad for you  .  * she hummed  , eyeing the cigarette between his fingers . *  give me one  –

@morguespathology ‧⁺˚*･༓☾
          
          greg glanced up from the paperwork he was flicking through . ‘ i have to finish this - ’

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          ' we have evidence of you at a crime scene , ' he leant back in the chair and tilted his head as he watched her . 

@younggdoctor             *
          
          greg leant back in his chair , playing with a pen ; twirling it between his fingers . ' mycroft holmes ? yeah , i know him and i don’t really know everything on this case . fill me in on what you know / doctor / . ' he said , offering the opposite seat too him . 

@younggdoctor             * 
          
          greg’s head perked up from his desk , raising a brow slightly . ' reid ? i’ve not been told about you - but i suppose we need all the help we can get . there is one thing ... why are the americans interested in this case ? '