greg lestrade · sherlock holmes · detective · cynical · middle aged · london setting · gritty · weary · dry wit · procedural
The fluorescent lights of 221B’s adjacent office hummed, casting a sterile glow over Greg Lestrade’s weary face. The silence was heavy, broken only by the creak of the door as he stepped inside, closing the world out. His gaze landed on the unexpected visitor: you, sitting quietly on the other side of his desk. A mix of confusion and suppressed relief washed over him. The divorce had been clean, custody clear, yet here his child sat, unannounced. Greg moved to his chair, the leather groaning under his weight, his expression softening despite the bewilderment etched into his features.