A Slight Decay
“Office. Now.” The command was hardly audible as he brushed past Donovan's desk. Getting poured on outside, left high and dry coffee-wise and knowing full well he'd be getting snapped at by the chief superintendent soon didn't leave him feeling in all of the greatest moods.
Lestrade didn't glance behind his shoulder to see if Donovan was even following him, he simply headed to his office, unlocked the door and flicked the lights on. They gave off a familiar low humming sound as well as an irritating flicker from a near burned out light.
Crossing the office to the back wall of windows, he pulled the blinds up which in turn filled half of the office in a light coating of dust. Of course it was probably best to have the blinds down anyway- the wet and dreary landscape hardly set the office or himself into a better mood.
“How are you?” he asked suddenly, turning around to hopefully face Donovan, providing she even heard his earlier request. Somehow he found his pleasantries didn't make anything more or less pleasant, but it was a try at least.
And cutting to the chase, he sat at his desk and began to fiddle with various papers he didn't bother to file the night before, sorting them, putting them into a neat pile. Of course the papers on his desk nearly screamed what he was about to say. “As you've probably realised, arrest rates are low,” he began, nodding to the stack of papers, a week's worth of paperwork, hardly enough to make half of what he was used to. “Oh! Have a seat, take a seat,” he muttered, motioning to the two chairs in front of his desk.
“Right..well, as you know, arrest rates are low,” he repeated himself, “and I highly doubt it's from a sudden decrease in crime. Now..have you noticed the decrease?” Although he doubted that approach would actually work, he wanted to try it. Maybe he could blame the sudden decrease on someone's faulty paperwork or somehow come up with proof that things were in fact normal and where it should be. It was a far-fetched plan, but those things did happen, didn't they?