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[text] Hello, dear. -JM

[text] I'm not your 'dear'.

[text] What do you want?

This Isn't My Idea of Fun

Lestrade parked his car and slammed the door shut. He crossed the parking lot as quickly as he could, but just as he approached the front stoop of his home, his progress was stopped short. A sturdy hand grasped his shoulder and jerked him backwards- not a difficult feat, under the circumstances.

The concrete came up to meet him much too quickly- and how ironic that the streets were empty!- and his head spun with the force. A fist smashed into his face, on the cheek, and then more blows rained down on his chest and stomach.

The sudden violence left him stunned on the concrete for several long moments. He curled in on himself and rolled onto his side to protect his abdomen instinctively. The barrage lifted a moment and he took advantage of it, jumping at the nearest brute.

He punched and kicked desperately and resisted the hands behind him. He went down again, wincing at the already forming bruises beneath his suit. The detective growled and kicked until the barrage stopped with one man pinning him down with a foot on his chest.

"The hell are you?" He demanded hoarsely. "You keep your hands off of her!"

The burly man put his weight on the detective's chest and then kicked his side with the other leg, eliciting a loud yelp from the older man. With that, the trio left as Lestrade struggled up to his feet and pressed to the door, worried about Kary, wanting to get out of the street, and considering calling for an ambulance or asking John to have a look, just in case.

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[text] Sorry for being an arse and torturing you. -JM

[text] Fuck off. -GL

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Hey Greg, does Moriarty still bug you?

As in drop by unexpectedly or harass me online or over the phone? He hasn't lately. But if you mean, does he still bother me or scare me, yes. I am terrified of him.

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