Greg made his way to the latest crime scene. A body had been found on a bank of the Thames early that morning, and that could mean only one thing; that Doctor (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n), the Yards chief pathologist would already be there doing her job. The inspector climbing out of the car and making his way over to where all the uniformed police and white clad scene of crime technicians were already processing the scene. Greg climbing over the embankment and down the rather rickety ladder until his feet hit the bank.

"Ah, Detective Inspector Lestrade. Nice of you to join us......." (Y/n) called out, as she looked up from the body.

"Just what I needed, another copper with size ten boots trapsing all over my crime scene........" She muttered to the technician by her side. The man chuckling at the comment before leaving as the Detective came to join them.

"You look tired, Detective.......is something keeping you awake at night.....?" (Y/n) continued, as Greg came to stand across from her, rolling his eyes at the comment. The inspector sometimes sure that she was nearly as bad as Sherlock. The only difference, (Y/n) actually got his name right.

"But better late than never I suppose. Not that this gentleman is going to mind. He's not going to get any deader......." She continued, taking another photograph of the body, before putting down the camera.

"So, what do we have......? Accident, suicide.........?" Greg asked, as he got his first good look at the body.

"No, no. I am afraid that this is no ten pints of lager and a doner kebab night that ends up with one toppling over the embankment. Nor is a desire to shift oneself off this mortal coil." (Y/n) retorted, as she came to stand by Greg's side.

"No, what we have here, inspector, is an unidentified white male, aged twenty-five to thirty-five, that given the defensive wounds on his hands and the abrasions around his face and head would suggest that he was involved in a rather vicious fight; and given the height of the embankment, I would say that he was thrown over it by his assailant......We already found some blood splatter on one of the walls up there."

"So, the river didn't do any of this............?"

"See, I think that is the same mistake that your killer made. They, just like you, presumed that if they disposed of the body down here, it might be believed that being thrown around in the river had done all this to him. That, or the killer hoped that one of the high tides, would take it away and wash the body of any evidence. The only problem with that is, that the body is bone dry, and unfortunately for whoever did this, even at the highest tides, the Thames doesn't come up the bank that far at this point. So, to answer your question, detective, no you cannot arrest the river for this." (Y/n) explained, as she grabbed a clipboard and began to scribble some things down on a form.

"You know, you could have just said, no.........."

"That is true Greg, but where would the fun in that be........" (Y/n) countered. The doctor chuckling as he shook his head.

"So, can you give me anything.........? Time of death......cause of death.......?"

"Time of death I would estimate to be no earlier than twelve, but no later than four. As to cause of death, well I can't really give you much until I have had him on the slab and opened him up. Anything before that would be simple conjecture and I prefer cold hard facts. Though if you would be interested in hearing my thoughts.........." Greg unable to stop himself smiling as (Y/n) pushed her clipboard back into her bag.

"Will I get out of here without hearing them........?"

"No, probably not.......but as you insist......I would say that given the amount of damage to the head, it is one of those blows that killed him. Though I will of course be taking x-rays to quantify that supposition, and blood samples to check for alcohol and drugs." The doctor explained, as she picked up her case.

"And........."

"And what........?" Greg queried, as (Y/n) called out for the body could be taken away.

"Well, despite your killer making a mistake with the tidal flows of the river; they chose a perfect spot for the fight, whether they knew it or not. You see, even if London is full of cameras watching our every move, this part of the embankment is bereft of the one-eyed watchers. So, I doubt that there will be any CCTV footage of the incident......."

"And how do you know that........" The inspector asked, as he and the doctor watched the body being bagged up and carried up the bank.

"Because I am not just a pretty face, Inspector. I make it my business to know lots of things." (Y/n) told him, as she picked up the rest of her gear.

"Oh, and Greg......."

"Huh......?" The inspector turning back to look at (Y/n) as the black body bag was hauled up the ladder.

"Body or no body, don't forget that you are taking me out for dinner tonight......"

"But........."

"No, no buts, Greg Lestrade. You don't keep getting to have your wicked way with me, and not expect to have to buy me dinner, once in a while. And we have had this planned for a month. So, you can come and pick me up from my place at seven. I want everyone to see that the most handsome policeman in London, is all mine." The doctor told him, before giving him a discrete kiss on the lips.

"And there will be no shop talk, about this or any other case while we are out......." She added, before making her way up the bank and to the ladder.

"When I have anything for you, I'll send you a message, Detective Inspector...." The doctor called out as she got to the top of the ladder and climbed back over the embankment, Greg watching her as she went, smiling to himself, before taking one last look at the scene and then following after her. The detective hoping that no matter what happened for the rest of the day, the evening out would lead to (Y/n), once again keeping him up all night.