I am working on this... 5a/? TRIGGERS: rape, violence, it's not going to be pleasant
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October 5 2010, 17:41:12 UTC
“Sir? Sir!”
Lestrade didn’t know how long Sally had been trying to attract his attention.
“Yes. Sorry. You wanted…?”
Sally didn’t look annoyed with him, she just looked sympathetic which was worse as far as Lestrade was concerned.
“We’re finished here sir. Do you want me to go to the hospital? See if the victim is up to speaking to us yet?”
“No, it’s ok Sally. I’ll do that. You go back and start sorting through the information we’ve found here. Oh and Sally,” he called as she turned to go, “Don’t put any of this on the computer yet. In fact don’t put anything on the computer.”
“Sir?”
Lestrade shook his head, “It’s just a hunch. Just humour me on this, please? Keep it all as paperwork and keep it locked away. Not in the evidence locker either. Somewhere only you know about.”
“What’s going on sir?”
“Mr Holmes, the victim, is quite high up in the government from what I can gather. I suspect that whoever got to him will find it no trouble at all to get into our computer systems. I don’t want evidence disappearing.” Truthfully, Lestrade was far more suspicious of Sherlock hacking into the computer and using the evidence to track down the men and deal with them personally, but he didn’t want to give Sally any more ammunition against ‘the freak’. He still lived in hope that those two would get along one day but that day was definitely not today.
“Ok sir…” Sally sounded dubious, but he knew she would do what he asked.
Lestrade walked over to the uniformed officer Sally had sent on ahead to the hospital. He was relatively new to the force, new enough for Lestrade to have to wrack his brain for his name anyway.
“Smith. How is Mr Holmes?”
“Oh… sir… urm…” The man (little more than a boy really) looked and sounded flustered. “He’s ok. I mean… not ok but… the nurses say… well they let his brother in.”
Lestrade tried to smile reassuringly. “Ok so he’s well enough to be interviewed then?”
“Well they didn’t say exactly… but sir… he wouldn’t let us use the rape kit… he refused…” The PC sounded as if he thought he was going to get carpeted for it. Lestrade knew he would see enough cases in the future to realise that refusal was commonplace in these kind of cases. The victim had been brutalised enough without the police doing it too. But he was a little surprised to hear that Mycroft had refused, and that Sherlock had allowed him…
“What did Sherlock - his brother - say?”
“Uh… I don’t think he knows, sir… I haven’t said anything.”
“Ok. Good. Thank you. You’ve done well,” Lestrade reassured the man, “Stay on guard out here until someone comes to relieve you.”
He turned, and steeling himself, walked up to Mycroft’s room and opened the door.
Lestrade didn’t know how long Sally had been trying to attract his attention.
“Yes. Sorry. You wanted…?”
Sally didn’t look annoyed with him, she just looked sympathetic which was worse as far as Lestrade was concerned.
“We’re finished here sir. Do you want me to go to the hospital? See if the victim is up to speaking to us yet?”
“No, it’s ok Sally. I’ll do that. You go back and start sorting through the information we’ve found here. Oh and Sally,” he called as she turned to go, “Don’t put any of this on the computer yet. In fact don’t put anything on the computer.”
“Sir?”
Lestrade shook his head, “It’s just a hunch. Just humour me on this, please? Keep it all as paperwork and keep it locked away. Not in the evidence locker either. Somewhere only you know about.”
“What’s going on sir?”
“Mr Holmes, the victim, is quite high up in the government from what I can gather. I suspect that whoever got to him will find it no trouble at all to get into our computer systems. I don’t want evidence disappearing.” Truthfully, Lestrade was far more suspicious of Sherlock hacking into the computer and using the evidence to track down the men and deal with them personally, but he didn’t want to give Sally any more ammunition against ‘the freak’. He still lived in hope that those two would get along one day but that day was definitely not today.
“Ok sir…” Sally sounded dubious, but he knew she would do what he asked.
Lestrade walked over to the uniformed officer Sally had sent on ahead to the hospital. He was relatively new to the force, new enough for Lestrade to have to wrack his brain for his name anyway.
“Smith. How is Mr Holmes?”
“Oh… sir… urm…” The man (little more than a boy really) looked and sounded flustered. “He’s ok. I mean… not ok but… the nurses say… well they let his brother in.”
Lestrade tried to smile reassuringly. “Ok so he’s well enough to be interviewed then?”
“Well they didn’t say exactly… but sir… he wouldn’t let us use the rape kit… he refused…” The PC sounded as if he thought he was going to get carpeted for it. Lestrade knew he would see enough cases in the future to realise that refusal was commonplace in these kind of cases. The victim had been brutalised enough without the police doing it too. But he was a little surprised to hear that Mycroft had refused, and that Sherlock had allowed him…
“What did Sherlock - his brother - say?”
“Uh… I don’t think he knows, sir… I haven’t said anything.”
“Ok. Good. Thank you. You’ve done well,” Lestrade reassured the man, “Stay on guard out here until someone comes to relieve you.”
He turned, and steeling himself, walked up to Mycroft’s room and opened the door.
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