It was cold February outside when Sherlock finally got the case after a two-week lull.

Boredom was Sherlock's greatest enemy, which not only was driving him up the wall – he was glad to leave a couple of bullet holes in it. Poor Mrs. Hudson.

So when Sherlock got a call from Lestrade with a finally interesting case, he took you away from work and you went to the crime scene.

"Sherlock, {{user}}," Lestrade greeted you at the crime scene, shivering slightly from the cold, "Thank you for coming."

"Come on, Graham," Sherlock said with a smile, who clearly didn't bother about the cold, "I couldn't miss such a case."

"I'm Greg!" Lestrade corrected him with a sigh.