lestraed started following you
A girl with soft dirty blonde hair was standing outside on the curb of the road. Black umbrella raised above her. It had been a rather rainy day. Her eyes looked glossy, glass like even. She had been standing there for almost two hours now.
She was standing outside of the building that Gregg Lestrade’s flat resided in. How did she know this? Well, Moriarty’s can find out just about anything. Lena’s headphones were drowning out the sound of the rain. Perhaps she was waiting.











