'Greg' [Sherlock Drabble]

Part 5

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The phone held to his ear mirrored the gun barrel resting at the side of his head.

"Sherlock?" Lestrade's voice echoed through the phone.

It was a moment before he could get the cell readjusted to a comfortable position.

"Yes, this is he."

The Chief shot Sherlock him an irritated look which he ignored.

"Oh thank God you answered mate.” Lestrade’s voice was merging with static and Sherlock had to strain to hear him. “I was starting to worry something had happened."

The pistol ground deeper into his temple though Sherlock kept his voice as smooth as possible. "It was silly of you to worry. I'm perfectly fine Greg."

There was silence from the other end.

"Well I must be going, good luck with your case." Sherlock managed before Lestrade could reply. The Chief pulled the phone away from Sherlock's lips and tossed it to the floor.