Greg couldn’t help but give a small smile and a shake of his head, but before Sherlock could question him, he filled the man in on the case. Greg hadn’t even finished before the tall lanky detective was on his feet and gathering his coat and scarf.

“John, rest up. I may be late.” As much as Sherlock would have liked to have John along, he’d been in hospital not 24 hours ago.

He turned to Greg. “Let’s go, Gavin.”