[Which is when Sherlock appears from his kitchen. Cup of tea in hand. Yes- he broke in and made tea. Why wouldn't he?
The first thing his eyes are drawn to (aside from the state of Lestrade's shoes, his route home clearly written on them) is naturally the file.] The Keeley murder? It was the aunt. You didn't pay attention to the passport photos. Not terribly difficult, I only had to see the news report to know.
[For one brief, heart-stopping moment Lestrade thinks he's being burgled. Properly. Perhaps by someone in a balaclava and holding a large hammer. He looks less than impressed to find it's only Sherlock armed with a mug of tea.] That's illegal, you know. Breaking and entering. If it wasn't more trouble than it's worth, I'd be within my rights to drag you down the station.
[And, God, does Lestrade know it. Which is why, with only a brief glower in Sherlock's direction, he grudgingly leans forward to flip open the folder on the table, flicking through the first few pages.] What was that about passports?
Never apologise 8D
The first thing his eyes are drawn to (aside from the state of Lestrade's shoes, his route home clearly written on them) is naturally the file.] The Keeley murder? It was the aunt. You didn't pay attention to the passport photos. Not terribly difficult, I only had to see the news report to know.
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