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(Flashback)
Skye sat impatiently on a hard bench just outside of the holding cells. She tapped her foot in an annoyed fashion. It was the third time this month she had been here. A door on the other side of the room opened, and Detective Lestrade walked through them.
"Miss Trevor, our little meetings are starting to become more frequent then I prefer." The detective said with an air of exasperation. He gave her a grim smile and took the paper work she offered him.
"You're telling me. I spend more time on that bench than I do my bed." She told him with an roll of her eyes.
Lestrade got a funny look on his face and started looking at her a little more critically. He could tell she hadn't had a decent nights sleep in a while by the dark coloring underneath her eyes. Her posture was held tense, like she was ready to jump into action at any second.
"Yea, I think I can almost believe that." He said, his worry clear from the way the ends of his lips pulled down and his brow crinkled.
"Jesus, Lestrade, I was joking. Don't worry so much, you'll start getting gray hair if you do." She said with a smirk, clearly trying to deflect his attention away from herself. He let her.
"Jones!" He called over to the officer on duty, "go and retrieve these two, will you?" He handed over the paper work to the younger officer who scurried off.
"You should try and get away from this crowd Skye. I mean it, your a bright girl. You're only 17, you've got your entire life ahead of you, and yet you chase after these crack heads and do whatever they tell you. One day they're going to get you caught up in something you won't be able to talk your way out of." He finished, trying to convey his sincerity.
Skye sighed and gave him a sad smile. She knew what he said had some truth to it, but just couldn't except it. "Someone's got to look after them. Besides, I can't just leave my brother now can I? Blood's thicker than water, eh?"
Before Greg could respond, Jones had returned with two young men following him. One was tall and lean, although not quite thin enough to be called scrawny. He had a mess of shaggy dark hair and piercing blue eyes. The other was a couple inches shorter with light brown hair and medium build. Both looked like hell. Their clothes were rumple and they seemed more than disoriented.
"Ah, there they are." Lestrade called as the two walked over and stopped in front of him. "Now seriously, you've got to get yourselves together. Next time it'll be a lot longer than overnight that your stuck here."
The one with dark hair didn't seem to like this comment. His nose crinkled as if he smelled something foul.
"Perhaps you should stop spending so many nights here. I'm sure your wife will stop her affair with her yoga instructor if you ask nicely, and then you can start sleeping in your own bed again." He snarled out.
"How the hell did-"
"Sherlock! That's enough. It's thanks to him you're even allowed to leave." Skye warned him in a low hiss.
At the sound of her voice his entire demeanor changed however.
"Oh Skye, Skye Skye. Our faithful little girl." He got out with a lazy smile before he went and draped himself over her.
"Oi okay Sherly that's enough. Off of my 17 year old sister please." The other man finally spoke up in irritation. He then turned back over to Lestrade. "Detective, thank you. We will just be going..." He gave a nod of his head and walked out the door.
"Skye, let's go!" He called behind him. She grabbed Sherlock's hand and started towards the door.
Right before she left, she heard Lestrade call her name. She turned to face him and found him with a pensive expression on his face.
"Think about what I said okay?" He said with a small smile. Skye nodded and continued to drag Sherlock out of the building with her.