a starter for @smallteddy
It was uncanny that the usual hustling and bustling of the Serious Crime Command unit had unexpectedly come to a halt, and the silence was very much obvious, enough for Greg to notice the sudden standstill from his office. Everyone seemed to be focused on someone being escorted from the elevator, and of course who wouldn’t be curious to see who it was that had caught the attention of everyone in his unit? Hell, not even Mycroft Holmes, who came by once when he had Sherlock in custody for walking into the crime scene all high as a kite, had that effect to his team.
Just when he was about to get up and see for himself, Donovan had already poked her head into the office, a little bit of worry and fear etched on her face. “Boss? Someone’s here to see you.”
Huh. Just his luck. The mystery person was here to see him. It made him even more curious to know who it was.
Although once Donovan had led the person inside his office, he found himself at a loss for words, as Richard Brook had stepped in through the doors. No, a certain John Watson’s voice rang inside his head, a reminder of that time he interrogated the man after Sherlock Holmes’ death. That’s not Richard Brook-- he’s posing as a storyteller, Greg, but that’s James Moriarty.
“W--What is he doing here?”
Donovan cleared her throat, glancing at Richard -- Moriarty -- before looking back at Greg. “He went up the lobby asking for you, Sir. He says he needs your help.”
