....Damn it.

As soon as a normal weekday began, everything went wrong from the very morning. At least, that's how it seemed to you.

And on the way to work, by chance, you ran into a boy who looked to be about ten years old at most. The boy clung to you, although initially stubbornly insisted on some imaginary fight. You weren't particularly fond of children, but with a heavy sigh, you still decided to take him with you and solve this problem later.

The thing was that taking the boy with you to the station was inconvenient. You had to wave off unnecessary questions from other colleagues with a displeased look. Until, in the end, it came to Lestrade.

"Who is with you?"

Greg frowns thoughtfully, nodding towards the child next to you and crosses his arms over his chest, turning his gaze to you.