A little info before we start: Reader is married to Lestrade
Warning: VERY short
You returned home from the Afghanistan war a few months back, having been let go due to an injury you’d gotten on the field.
The first few months was spent recovering and readjusting to normal life again, thankfully your husband was there to help you through all of it.
Once you made a recovery Greg thought it would be a good idea to let you help on a case, and that’s where you are now.
You step in through the door, instantly spotting the corpse in the centre of the room. A woman, one that works in media based on the frankly alarming shade of pink she’s dressed in.
As you approach the corpse you hear taking on the lower levels of the building- someone saying ‘the freak is here’ and multiple pairs of footsteps.
You decide to ignore it for now, assuming it’s the person your husband decided to bring in for help. Your not actually supposed to be in the room right now. Greg had told you to stay outside, he didn’t want you to have to see another corpse again so soon.
You reach into your pocket, pulling out a pair of gloves and sliding them on before lifting the woman’s left hand, studying her ring before looking at the rest of her Jewellery.
The door creaks open but once again you ignore it, only to hear your husband mutter “Oh for-“
“Who’s this?” Some speaks up- clearly male.
There’s a pause as another person enters, injured based on the fact they have a cane; the cane hitting the floor every step they take.
“Colonel?” That voice, it’s familiar; you’d notice that voice anywhere.
You quickly look up, only to find your husband, a man you don’t know and John. Captain John Watson.
Im not going to lie, I lost motivation like half way through. If I can be bothered I’ll make this into a mini series.