Sherlock grumbled softly for a moment before plopping his coat around Meriwether's shoulders. Meriwether leaned against Sherlock's side. He sighed, scowling, but said nothing to her.
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Roxy looked at him, raising her eyebrow until her phone went off and she went to let Greg in.
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When she and Greg came back, Meriwether was tucked under Sherlock's arm. Sherlock looked a little less annoyed, but still didn't move.
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Greg tried to hide his laughing at Sherlock. "So, what do you need me for?"
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Sherlock shot a harsh glare at Greg. "Meriwether has no adoption papers. She was part of the human trafficking ring."
Meriwether pressed closer to Sherlock, closing her eyes tight.
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Greg looked surprised. "How did we not know that? That wasn't in the file, was it?"
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"Because the man who bought her is dead." Sherlock murmured, letting Meriwether hug onto him. He looked over to Roxy. "He covered his tracks well. Not well enough though." He murmured.
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Greg nodded slowly. "I'll head back and see what the Yard can do. How safe is she here?"
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Sherlock gently turned Meriwether's face to show her cut. "She'll need stitches." He murmured.
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Greg frowned and nodded. "I'll bring her to the hospital on the way to the Yard."
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Sherlock gently pulled away from Meriwether, leading her to Greg. He stepped away from her and gave her a nod. He walked back to Roxy and took her hand.
Meriwether still had Sherlock's long coat laying around her. She blinked up at Greg, taking a little longer than usual to gather her thoughts. "Meriwether Shores." She offered him a handshake.
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"Greg Lestrade." He gave her a gentle smile as he shook her hand, leading her to his car. Roxy couldn't help her confusion growing with how much he had held her hand today.
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Sherlock looked down at her. "Back to my flat?" He offered. "We've got books to read and a murderer to find." He didn't acknowledge the fact that his coat was gone or that he was holding her hand.
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Roxy ran her hand through her hair again before nodding. "Yeah, sounds good to me."
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"We should get some more thinking tea before then... And Ms. Sholts... Shoot..." He grumbled, sighing.
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"What?" Roxy asked after a moment, uncertain of whether she was being spoken to or not.
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"What are we going to say to Ms. Sholts? I suppose we have nothing to say and everybody at the Yard will take care of her." He murmured, tapping a finger on his chin.
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Roxy nodded in agreement. "We'll let the police do their job." She told him, starting off.
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Sherlock walked alongside Roxy, gathering his pile of books at the door. He walked with Roxy to the street to catch a cab.
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Roxy got a cab to pull over and pick them up, waiting for Sherlock to tell them where to go. She had never actually been inside his flat.