Stuck in a web {BBC Sherlock}

Lestrade's school days

John

I followed Sherlock through Scotland yard, as we had many times before on cases. But this was different. This time, Lestrade was the one keeping secrets, not the criminal.

We rounded the corner and banged the door to Greg's office open. He was sitting with his feet on the desk, a doughnut half jammed in his mouth.

"Wha ar oo don eer?" He said, his mouth full of doughnut. He swallowed and loked at us expectantly, taking his feet off the desk. 

Sherlock pulled up a chair and sat down. "I hear you've not told us everything about your time at school, and your connection with a so called BentWorth Academy."

Greg's face paled slightly.

"It wasn't good. I got kicked off the exchange scheme on the first day for having a fight with some irish bloke."

"Did you know a Vladamir?" I asked, also pulling up a chair.

"Yeah, actually. He was the boy who I had a fight with's partner."

Sherlock lent back in his chair. "Do you remember his name?"

"I think it was James, or Jim." Lestrade shrugged

"It was"

"How would you know?" 

Sherlock grabbed Lestrade's laptop and, although Lestrade protested immensley, brought up the internet. It opened up on a facebook chat, between Greg and.... Mycroft?!

I read the messages with surprise written all over my face. As did Sherlock.

They were detailed....

Very detailed....

I decided I didn't want to read anymore.

"I see you have a bit of a thing for my dear brother." Sherlock grinned at Lestrade, who's face was turning a deeper shade of red every second. This was the perfect ammunition for Sherlock to use against his brother.

"I er.. I d-ont I-" Lestrade spluttered, his face now a beetrootish colour.

I could not stop laughing, and soon Sherlock joined in. We were crying tears of laughter, until it looked like Lestrade would cry actual tears.

I stoppped, and when Sherlock didn't, I nudged him in the ribs. He took one look at Lestrade's face, and contuinued to giggle as he searched BentWorth Academy. When he'd finally gotten over it, he passed the Laptop to Greg.

"That's you isn't it?" I asked for clarification, Lestrade nodded. "And-"

"That's Vladamir." Sherlock finished for me. I shot a sideways glare in his direction.

"Its cute, how you... finish each others sentences." Lestrade giggled

"Lesrade  I don't think you're really in the position to mock our sexuality. And anyway, we're not a couple. John's married."

"I'm. Not. Gay!" I said glaring at Lestrade.

Lestrade shrank back in his chair and sighed.  "Yeah thats Vladamir."

"Do you recognize his partner?"

Lestrade looked across the screen. His mouth gaped open.

"No way." He said, shocked "I did not have a fight with Jim Moriarty and not know it."

"Well, you did."

My phone chimed in my pocket. It was Mary's ringtone.

I immediately started to worry, and Sherlock must have noticed. Mary only ever rang me when she was worried about something, or it was something really really bad. It was not good that she was ringing me when I left her and Moriarty's sister alone in the house, when Jane is being stalked and hunted (is that the right word?) by about seventy people. My mind flashed different possibilities while I picked up the phone. It can't be Mary, she can take care of herself. Someone must have come for Jane.

"Mary?" I asked quickly, picking up the phone

"John." Jane's voice was quiet, and she sounded like she'd been crying and was in pain.

"Jane? are you ok? Wheres Mary?"

"John come quickly please. Please hurry. I've phoned an ambulance but-" She groaned.

"jane are you ok? What's wrong?"

"Its not me. Its Mary."