AN: YOOOOOO So...I promised you a chapter this week, and I gave you one! 

But this time, we're gonna drag the police into it, and give more of a bigger role to....INSPECTOR LESTRADE WHO IS SICK AS FRIK!

Honestly, his character is like my second favorite. (Sorry Lestrade, but you know Moriarty's my man, right? <3) 

Happy Reading! 

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Lestrade Point Of View- 

"Inspector Lestrade!" Donovan burst into my office, as my feet were propped on top of my desk and I munched on a sprinkled pastry. 

This was most likely the tenth time she's done this, this week. 

And we have a five day business week! 

"What do you want!? You always do this!" I complained, and settled myself in a more professional position. 

"Sorry sir, but I have reason to believe that you have been helping Sherlock Holmes with something he shouldn't be doing." She crossed her arms after she shut the door to my office. I groaned. 

"Anderson..." I cursed under my breath. 

"Yeah, and...?"  

"I just gave Sherlock a name to a number. But take note, I did warn him that what he was doing was illegal, if he was doing what I though he was doing. He said he wasn't doing what I thought he was doing and that even if he was doing what I thought he was doing than it certainly most wouldn't be doing exactly what I was thinking of...that he would be doing...the thing." 

Donovan raised her eyebrows. 

"Well, since I have absolutely no idea what any of that meant, I'm asking for permission to investigate what Sherlock Holmes is doing- I mean what he's up to." 

I pretended to ponder her question. 

"Hm...permission not granted, bye." I took a huge bite from my doughnut and waved her goodbye. 

Donovan just growled, rolled her eyes and exited my office. 

"Good girl." I muttered before taking another bite. 

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"Hello?" A small elderly lady opened the door, of whom I recognized to be Mrs. Hudson. I rolled my eyes as Donovan took charge of the whole thing. She was the one who dragged me to 221B after showing me a warrant she was granted with Anderson's help to investigate what Sherlock was doing. 

The whole street seemed busier than normal, people were bumping into each other, bustling about. I looked around and tried to block out the whole reason why we were here. 

It was obvious Sherlock knew what he was doing when he barged into my office, I don't see what the fuss is about. 

"Hello, Mrs. Hudson. Is Sherlock Holmes home?" She flashed her badge, and I rolled my eyes again and slowly brought her hand down. 

"C'mon Donovan. This is ridiculous. It's Sherlock." I pointed out. 

"Exactly, Inspector." She turned to me, with an annoyed look, and I raised an eyebrow. I held my fist to my mouth in frustration as Donovan barged into the flat when Mrs. Hudson opened the door to let us in. 

"Would you like to come in?" Mrs. Hudson ignored Donovan's question, rubbing her hands slowly, and absent-mindedly bustling around the entryway of the flat, placing small things in order. "Oh how rude of me, would you like any tea, or coffee?" 

"Yes please, coffee would be heavenly, thank you." I interjected. Donovan gave me a look, as if I was the one being rude. "What?" I said, defensively with a sharpened tone. "You dragged me out of my coffee and contemplation hour." 

She ignored me, once again and rolled her eyes as we followed Mrs. Hudson up the stairs to Sherlock's sitting room, where Donovan and I were forced to sit on the rocking chairs, since the table was all full of specimens and lab equipment. 

The flat smelled different. Not it's usual after-shave-like smell. A more...distinguished colon smell. Like the American Calvin Klein Model colon. As if someone else was here before us, which is weird because no one ever visits Sherlock. No one likes him.  

Mrs. Hudson immediately rushed to the coffee brewer and got to work. She was quick when it came to brewing beans. I think she could break the record of fastest coffee brewed. 

"So..." Donovan trailed, crossing a leg over the other. "Back to my earlier question, do you know where Sherlock Holmes is? We would like to speak to him." 

I coughed a bit, dramatically. "No, you would like to speak with him. I just wanna have my coffee and contemplation hour." 

Donovan ignored my whining, and waited for Mrs. Hudson to answer her question. She soon came out of the kitchen with a tray holding two cups of warm steamy coffee, and set down the tray before speaking once again. 

"I'm afraid you just missed him. He and John left an half-hour ago." 

"Oh?" Donovan feeded. "Really. Do you have any idea where'd they go." She placed her hands on the coffee in front of us, I doing the same once she had picked hers up. The steam rose up to my nose, making my mouth water. If only there were some pastries around here...then I could dip it in the coffee. Oh man...

Mrs. Hudson took her usual slow time answering the question, and leaving Donovan on her toes. She always had to keep herself busy while she spoke. Rarely ever did she sit still. 

"Oh dear, they left the country." Mrs. Hudson nodded innocently. Donovan turned her gaze towards me in an 'I told you so' way. 

I set down the coffee, reluctantly and rubbed my face with my hands. 

"Sherlock..." I muttered but then cursed someone's else's name, seeming they were the whole reason why we were here. Although I didn't mind the coffee. "Anderson..." 

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson, for the coffee but Inspector and I have some work to do now, and need to leave." Donovan said, as she got up from the chair. I continued to sip my coffee. 

"I don't have work to do. You do. I don't want any part of this." I shook my head, holding back other words that were rushing through my mind and was going to take another sip when she interrupted me. 

"Too bad, because you already have a part in this, seeming you are the one who decided it was a good idea to help Sherlock. So you either you help me, or you stay the night in jail cell."  

My face contorted to different emotions, and a finally set down my cup and stood up from the chair, beginning to stomp away in front of Donovan. 

"Goodbye, Inspector!" Mrs. Hudson called, as I got to the door. I angrily waved goodbye to her. 

"Good day, Mrs. Hudson!" I called back, and opened the door and slammed it dramatically. Not even waiting for the reason my hair is turning gray.

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AN: Okay, so that was probably one of my most favorite chapters to write, just because it was so much fun to be in Sassy Lassie's perspective. AND THE GIF WENT PERFECTLY WITH HIS REACTIONS IN LITERALLY EVERYTHING DONOVAN DOES! 

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