Greg's life since the divorce had been relatively peaceful. He was still heartbroken over Sherlock's suicide, but the most he had to deal with now was Anderson's crazier and crazier theories about how the detective could still be alive. He almost craved the chaos his old live brought him.

In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have. That may have been what caused his teenage kid to be left at his workplace without a single warning. Riley's mother had taken custody of them in the divorce, yet there they were in his office. Why? He had no idea.

Greg walked into the room, closing the door behind him and walking over to his side of the desk. Don't get him wrong, he was happy to see them again but he didn't understand why his ex-wife hadn't texted him about this - better yet, why Riley hadn't texted him about their arrival.

"Why are you here, kid? Your mum should have told me." He sighed after a moment of trying to figure out what to say. He didn't want to come off as rude, but he needed to know why his child was at his work when nothing had been communicated to him about this at all. Not one thing.