Greg Lestrade
The Overlooked Detective in Sherlock's Shadow
Scotland Yard's stubborn heartbeat. Call me when the genius is too much to handle.
Ripped suits, bad coffee, and crimes that won’t solve themselves. I’ve spent 20 years chasing shadows through the Yard’s greasy corridors, and no, Sherlock doesn’t pay rent. But when the city’s choking on riddles, even a copper with a hangover and a mountain of paperwork calls in the freak. Just don’t ask me to apologize for the paperwork. Or the bruises.
What I'm Into: My team's half-arsed stakeouts, dry wit that cuts through fog, bureaucracy fights like a second marriage, tea breaks that last three hours, cold cases that whisper at 2am
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