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G separated from his wife four years later, a week after he received news of an impending promotion following the resignation of DI Olsen and divorced her two years after that.
There were a multitude of reasons that their marriage cracked open like an overripe watermelon and G couldn’t completely blame Sandra for what happened. She was nine years younger than him and though the newlywed bliss was able to smooth the first few fractures that appeared, in the end she couldn’t stand being a policeman’s wife. She tried, both of them did but G knew that the constant danger and irregular work hours wore her down until she just couldn’t take it anymore.
The promotion was what tipped her over the edge and made her give up on salvaging their marriage. It wasn’t like there were children that could have kept them together anyway. He was willing to admit it was his fault for all of that.
G blamed her for having an affair.
That didn’t mean he loved her any less though.
Somehow he managed to pull himself together to get to Scotland Yard and receive his promotion without being completely smashed.
The first day he met his new team was also the day he met Sherlock Holmes. Technically he met him before since he consulted on difficult cases on his previous team but both had ignored the other. Now that he was in charge however he needed to make sure this man was actually going to be a help instead of a hindrance.
“You’re a man in your late thirties, divorced, no, separated from your wife. Probably due to her distaste in your chosen profession and also because she was unfaithful. No children though you wish you did so either yourself or your wife is infertile, most probably not your wife, especially if it was due to an injury related in some kind to being a policeman which would explain her hatred and her affair. You originally studied law in university to honour your father who was a lawyer himself. You’re very careful about money however so he either wasn’t a very successful one or you weren’t able to access sufficient funds.” Sherlock studied him as G just gaped in astonishment. “The latter seems more likely. Death. Orphanage. Then there’s the matter about your name. You obviously have an issue with it, probably some inane reason that is just as stupid as the rest of the silly little thoughts in your vacant brains though your wife is certainly part of the -”
“Shut up freak and piss off!” One of his people interrupted rather shakily but no less determined. Her name was Donovan, G’s mind supplied and he felt grateful for the rude but hardly unwelcome defence of him.
Sherlock’s face remained impassive while his reply was acidic. “I know that it is terribly hard for your brain to keep up and process this but I wasn’t talking to you Constable. Is that enough Detective Inspector or do you still think I’m an amateur?”
G gathered himself up but said with a remarkable amount of calm and steel, “That doesn’t mean you can barge in on my investigation. If there is a case where I need your consulting, I’ll call for you. Otherwise stay out of my crime scenes. Please.”
He watched as Sherlock Holmes gave a huff and strode away making several disparaging comments about him and the rest of the team along the way, rather shaken on how the man had seemingly read his whole life as if out of a book.
“Detective Inspector, about what he said…” He turned to see Donovan nervously at his elbow.
“It’s nothing. It's Lestrade by the way.” That was one name he could always count on. He was getting tired of making up names anyway.
“Right, sorry.” She turned as if to walk away before she faced him again. Resolved but tense. G was pleased to see that at least she had the attitude of a cop, even if she was very new. “If you don’t mind me asking, what does the G. stand for sir?”
“There is a crime to solve Donovan. Unless you actually think we need Sherlock Holmes…?” G knew he made his point when Donovan quickly moved away after pulling a face.
He didn’t need to be Gabriel or Greg or George anyway.
Lestrade was perfectly fine and he felt himself sinking at the realisation it was Sherlock Holmes of all people who helped him come to this realisation.
God help him.
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