'Greg' [Sherlock Drabble]

Part 6

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The cell nearly slid from Greg's hand and he shoved it into his pocket. Without a second thought, he burst back into the office. A few people shot him curious looks though he ignored them and made straight for Donovan's desk.

"A word, please," he hissed quietly. Donovan's fingers ceased typing as she leant back in her chair.

"If this is about that case again--," She began though Greg cut her off.

"No this is much more important."

His Lead Agent rolled his eyes. "What could be more important than this? The Feds--"

"Anderson, I need you too." He called over the sea of cubicles.

The other agent peeked his head over the divider. He scrambled to collect his things before stumbling towards them. "What's up Boss?"

"I need you to map out every side route in a 5km radius. Donovan, I need you to trace a cellphone--"

"Oh for God's sakes, if you really need this much help with this case you might as well just hand it to the feds early."

"This is not about the case," he interrupted heatedly. "Sherlock is in trouble."

Anderson shot him a dubious look. "Sherlock Holmes is in trouble?"

"Are you deaf? Of course he is now get on with that route map. And Donovan, please just--"

Donovan ran a hand through her hair. "And how do you know he's in trouble? I saw you on the phone out there in the corridor but it's not like that bastard to just come out and say he needs help."

Anderson nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah how did you know, Boss?"

Lestrade sucked in a breath. "He called me Greg." 

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