Hello. Victor Trevor. Last time I checked I was 39 years old. I was born in Hertfordshire, and attended university in Cambridge where I met one of the smartest men I've ever known. My terrier, Ginger, actually gored his leg. Wouldn't let him alone after that. Sherlock Holmes, his name was.
We had a bit of a falling out in our mid twenties, but I won't talk much about that. Led me to leave England in favor of the exotic. India, to be exact. Got a job there developing vaccines and other substances on a freelance basis. It was a laugh. Plenty of women... and men... to go around. Now I'm back where I belong--the Mother Country. She's always been good to me, London. Couldn't very well desert her.
I fully intend to reconnect with Sherlock. Seems he's gone down an interesting path after we drifted apart. Wonder how he'll feel about an old friend.
(This is a Victor Trevor RP blog)
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A Hit and Run
victorakafriendofsherlockholmes:
Victor pulled her close, running his fingers through the golden strands of her hair. He certainly hoped she understood that she was virtually incapable of making him hate her. She was a wonderful woman, and he’d never encountered anything in her that had made him stop.
Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he lead her to the kitchen. Selecting a mug, he poured her a cup. “Drink up, love.”
Greg cleared his throat. “Right. Of course,” and headed over to his desk, collecting a few pages to hand over to Sally. “She’s a sweet girl, her boyfriend wants to marry her- he just loves her so much,” he tried to explain, still looking obviously relieved. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to her.”
“I understand,” Sally nodded agreeably.
She reached out for the papers, the movement simultaneously freeing her watch from her sleeve and revealing just how late it had become. With a sigh, Sally turned to leave. “I was planning on going over tomorrow morning, anyway. There’s no rush, really. I’m sure this will all be settled quickly and with minimal fuss.”
She stopped at the door and turned to face Greg. “Good night, Detective Inspector.” Sally smiled softly as she surveyed his tired and entirely too familiar expression. “Try not to work too hard,” She added, before closing the door and finally heading home.
Lexi opened the fridge as Victor poured her the tea. She rummaged in one of the drawers until she found a lemon that was already sliced. Picking up her mug, she dropped the lemon wedge into the tea as she made her way to the kitchen table. Her hands wrapped around the mug after she sat down. It might have been a tad too hot, but the warmth was helping.
“I should sell my car.” She thought out loud, looking down into the warm drink. “Or hide it. That’s what people do, isn’t it?” While blowing on her tea to cool it off another thought occurred to her. “I have to tell Mary. She’ll have my head. Or faint. Or both!” One hand rubbed her forehead while the other stayed closed around the mug. “What should I do first? Hide my car or let my sister kill me?” She joked before taking a sip. Normalcy was starting to come back to her.
Her fingers raked through her hair before she looked up at Victor. “But what should I do? Find the guy? Call the police? I’ve never had to deal with this before.”
Victor added a splash of milk to his own tea, sipping it carefully. “Well, to be perfectly honest, I’ve never been in this situation before.” He considered. “I wouldn’t suggest hiding your car or trying to cover it up. Knowing you, it’d eat you up.”
Setting his mug down, he leaned against folded hands. “Maybe call the police and report the incident yourself? Explain what happened and that you bolted, but are willing to pay the fine or find the fellow. I can’t foresee anything too dire. After all, you said he was fine.”
A Hit and Run
victorakafriendofsherlockholmes:
Victor shook his head, crossing the room. Taking her hands, he tried to catch her eye. “I don’t think you’re awful. I’m fairly certain I’m incapable of it.” He smiled softly. “It’ll be okay.”
His mind strayed to the tea he had made. Drinking it may calm her nerves. “I made tea,” he said lamely, nodding towards the kitchen. “We can figure things out over a cuppa, hm?”
Greg let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and nodded. “Right. Right. I know Morstan..a friend of a friend, I suppose,” he said, waving his hand to dismiss that. “I apologise, it’s just that-” Greg stopped himself, not bothering to go into details she didn’t need to know. “ I’m glad she’s not hurt.” Completely distracted as to why Sally was here in the first place, he gently shook his head, standing and composing himself. “Now what did you want to see me for?”
Sally raised her eyebrows at Greg’s admission, but said nothing. It wasn’t her place to speculate over who and what Lestrade worried over. Stepping back so that they were at a respectable distance from each other, she allowed her mind to turn to professional matters once more.
“Right, well, I’m going to need Miss Morstan’s details. Specifically, her address.” There was an awkward pause before Sally continued in a slightly apologetic tone, “I don’t really have a choice but to bring her in. After all, she is now guilty of a traffic infraction.”
Lexi smiled softly through her sadness and decided that it would be safe to look at him. She searched his face, but could find no trace of anything negative toward her. He meant it and he wasn’t just saying it to comfort her now then runaway later.
With that knowledge, she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his chest. Her eyes closed as she felt herself physically relax and her mind start to slow down a little. She sniffed once before speaking. “Tea sounds like a good idea. What problems cannot be solved by tea?”
Victor pulled her close, running his fingers through the golden strands of her hair. He certainly hoped she understood that she was virtually incapable of making him hate her. She was a wonderful woman, and he’d never encountered anything in her that had made him stop.
Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he lead her to the kitchen. Selecting a mug, he poured her a cup. “Drink up, love.”
A Hit and Run
victorakafriendofsherlockholmes:
Victor cupped her cheek gently, wiping away tears. He waited patiently as she formed the words. When she finally did, he blinked, trying to process what she had told him. He knew that he had to remain calm, or risk upsetting her further. “You hit someone? Did you give them your insurance numbers and that?” She was upset, shaken most likely. The question he asked was a lame one, but he had to ask.
His eyes searched her up and down, searching for something else that could be wrong. He couldn’t come up with anything. But Lexi was very delicate. It was evident from man of her reactions that hitting someone would potentially traumatise her, accident or no.
“Berling and Morstan, both clear driving records, no warrants, no nothing. Just an honest accident,” Lestrade said quickly, making his way from his desk to Donovan looking far more frazzled than he should. It wasn’t his first traffic collision, but it might as well had been by how worried he looked. “You were there, weren’t you? At the collision. What happened exactly? Any serious injuries?” Lestrade didn’t even dare asking if there were fatalities. And he knew it was unprofessional to become emotionally involved with work and he had it to an art, to be able to stand over a dead body and not panic, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t calm himself over this. Though he did regret his wish to have more interesting things come up. This was certainly not what he had wanted.
“Okay, thank you. I just need…” Sally trailed off, belatedly registering Greg’s signs of anxiety. Immediately, she was concerned. “Sorry, is this a bad time?”
She took a step back, intending to leave and give Greg some space, but he got up and walked directly to her. Sally braced herself, expecting to hear whatever terrible news it was that the DI had received since they last spoke just under an hour ago, and was surprised when instead he continued to ask her about the traffic incident. Startled into response by his frantic questioning, she answered, “Yes, I was there. It was just a minor collision between a vehicle and a person. Nothing serious, no major injuries. The only issue is that the driver -Morstan, did you say?- did not stop to identify themselves afterwards. But Greg, this can wait. Are you okay? Did something happen…?”
Sally had automatically placed a reassuring hand on Greg’s arm and was slowly directing him back towards his chair. She was distantly aware that she was switching into her placating mode -the manner she generally adopted when handling distressed relatives and hysterical lovers- but it took her a moment to consciously recognise the nature of his questions and behaviour.
“Oh! Greg, did you know one of them?”
Lexi pressed her lips together and looked down at the floor. Another threat of panic started to rise in her, but she held it together the best she could. She couldn’t look at him this time. No one would react positively to this story and she didn’t want to see the negativity of his reaction.
Her head shook slowly as she spoke. “No, I ran away.” She could feel the shock that wanted to settle over her. The unusual calmness people experienced when something traumatic happened, but she didn’t want to be calm. Feeling calm wasn’t right. She needed to feel something even if it was constant adrenaline in order to stay sane for the time being.
“I drove off. I didn’t know what else to do.” Lexi stood up and started walking around the room. “I should have stopped or turned around or not hit a person with that bloody car, but that man.” The tears started again at the memory of the man’s furious face. “He was so angry. He started walking towards me. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. I just wanted to get away. Get home. Get out of the car.” She stopped walking, leaned against the wall near the door, and looked at her hands has she started to pick at her nails. “You must think I’m awful.”
Victor shook his head, crossing the room. Taking her hands, he tried to catch her eye. “I don’t think you’re awful. I’m fairly certain I’m incapable of it.” He smiled softly. “It’ll be okay.”
His mind strayed to the tea he had made. Drinking it may calm her nerves. “I made tea,” he said lamely, nodding towards the kitchen. “We can figure things out over a cuppa, hm?”
A Hit and Run
victorakafriendofsherlockholmes:
Victor stared at her, reaching over to wipe tears from her face. He was really worried now. “Lex, talk to me. What’s going on?” Gathering her against his chest, he carefully helped her to stand. Supporting her weight, he led her inside.
He didn’t like this. Not at all. From the way she was crying, Victor’s mind was rapidly coming up with horrible possibilities. Someone had died. She’d been hurt. Something had happened with the law. The last was probably the most ridiculous, as Lexi was seemingly incapable of doing something that would harm or otherwise wrong another person. It would have to be an accident or some sort of misunderstanding. If it was one of the earlier options… Victor wasn’t a hundred percent sure he was socially equipped to help, but he would try.
“Let’s just sit down, hm?” he said he as they settled on the couch. Keeping her close, he cooed to her. “Shh. Tell me what’s wrong. Lex, I can’t help unless you tell me.”
Greg was sure Sally had finished her shift, but ran the licence. It was odd, he found, the driver seemed to have a perfect record. Normally there were driving suspensions on those who fled the scene. But the rest of it was fairly routine, until he noticed the name: Ms Morstan, Lexi. The name was all too familiar and he felt his heart sink, remembering what Victor had told him about her. Was she hurt? Did Victor know?
Greg was about to return Sally’s call when he heard a knock on his office door. It seemed Sally had arrived back at the Yard just in time..as usual.
With the exception of a certain Detective Inspector’s office, the lights were mostly off on Sally’s floor. She shook her head in sympathy as she headed for the filing cabinets at the back. Greg worked far too hard, in her opinion. Most of her colleagues were out the door the minute the clock struck five, and although Sally genuinely loved her job, she wasn’t too keen on overtime either. She sometimes wondered if Greg’s apparent commitment to work had anything to do with having nothing to go home to. If so, Sally could relate.
Having found the Motor Collision Incident Report forms, she made her way to Lestrade’s office, pulling out her notepad as she did. Sally knocked once on the door to announce her arrival before entering. “Sir, did you run the plates?” she asked, lingering in the doorway.
Lexi let herself be led into the house. If it wasn’t for Victor she would have sat on the doorstep for the rest of the night in a subtle state of panic. She took hold of his hand with both of hers feeling it might help her regain some of her composure. It didn’t help at first. Tears kept rolling down her cheeks, but sobs didn’t threaten to escape from her throat.
She started to calm down after another moment. The tears slowed, the shaking stopped, and she felt more in control of herself. Her nerves had calmed enough for her to take a few deep breathes. Thinking about telling Victor almost caused her to recede back into a form of hysteria, but she forced herself not to. She would have to tell him and it was better to tell him now instead of when the police started knocking down the door.
“Okay… Okay.” Her hand let go of his to wipe away the tear streaks as best she could. Another deep breath and she looked at him. “On the way home I um…” She squeezed his hand slightly hoping he wouldn’t leave her after this. “I hit someone.” Her words started to feel thick in her mouth, but she spoke hurriedly wanting to get it out. “Someone that wasn’t in a car. They’re alright… I think. He was standing and walking when I drove off.”
Victor cupped her cheek gently, wiping away tears. He waited patiently as she formed the words. When she finally did, he blinked, trying to process what she had told him. He knew that he had to remain calm, or risk upsetting her further. “You hit someone? Did you give them your insurance numbers and that?” She was upset, shaken most likely. The question he asked was a lame one, but he had to ask.
His eyes searched her up and down, searching for something else that could be wrong. He couldn’t come up with anything. But Lexi was very delicate. It was evident from man of her reactions that hitting someone would potentially traumatise her, accident or no.
A Hit and Run
victorakafriendofsherlockholmes:
Victor waited for several long moments for Lexi to come through the door. When she didn’t, he raised a brow. Moving to the window, he peered out to double check himself. There was her car, sitting in the drive. Squinting, he made out that there was no one inside. Odd.
Moving to the door, he pulled it open, intent on locating his girlfriend. Needless to say, he was rather surprised when she sat at the base of the door. Surprise evolved into concern when he took in her shaking and the stricken expression on her face. “Lex?” he asked, dropping to his knees in front of her. “What’s going on? Are you all right?”
Mr Berling was the sort of man that made Sally appreciate no longer being a police constable stuck on traffic duty; pompous, arrogant and rude. After establishing that he wasn’t injured badly (just a bruised knee, scraped palms and wounded dignity), Sally had attempted to compile an incident report on her notepad, which was already bothersome enough without any of the proper forms on hand without Mr Berlings utter refusal to cooperate.
For Sally’s simple question of, “are you okay?” he snapped back, “does it look like I’m okay?”. As for her cautious enquiry on whether he recognised the model of the car, Mr Berling indignantly yelled, “I’m sorry I was too busy being run over to notice what model the car was!” Sally hadn’t had to put up with this level of blatant disrespect in years, but it had been a long day and she was too tired to do anything but ignore it.
The only useful information she got out of the middle aged man was that the driver was an “idiot blonde”, and presumably female, from his furious mutterings of “women shouldn’t be allowed behind the wheel”.
Eventually Sally managed to pull together enough for a rudimentary witness statement, and after noting down his contact details, she sent Mr Berling on his way, assuring him she’d get back to him the minute “that dangerous menace” was caught.
Pulling out her phone, Sally hailed a cab and directed it to New Scotland Yard before starting to dial. There was only one person she imagined would still be at work at this time, and after three rings the phone was picked up.
“Detective Inspector, hello. Would you be able to run a number plate for me?”
Lexi hardly heard the door open behind her. The same image of the man landing on the ground and him walking towards her door kept replaying in her head. When someone appeared in her line of site she jumped and tried to move away. In the next moment her mind finally registered that the person was someone she trusted. She started picking at a loose thread on the end of her sleeve subconsciously as she studied his face waiting for the rest of her mind to catch up.
Taking a deep, but shaky breath, the rest of the person became clear to her. Part of her felt silly about not remembering. Victor was meeting her here. She felt relieved and the shaking started to subside. However, that only let the tears come through. Enough of the panic had subsided and was now letting through the other emotions: anger, sadness, disappointment, more guilt.
By the expression on his face, he was waiting on her to say something. Her mouth opened once, but closed again. She swallowed hard and tried again. “Vic… I, uh…” Her voice stuck again. The thread pulled loose from her sleeve from her fiddling with it. Her hands smoothed over her face before she tried talking again. “I… I did… I hit…” It was no use. She couldn’t get the words out and she was becoming frustrated with herself.
Lexi knew what she had done, but trying to tell someone what she did seemed to make it more of a reality to her. She didn’t want to see his reaction to what she had done. The tears started to run down her cheeks and a sob nearly escaped from her, but she closed her hand over her mouth to stop it.
Victor stared at her, reaching over to wipe tears from her face. He was really worried now. “Lex, talk to me. What’s going on?” Gathering her against his chest, he carefully helped her to stand. Supporting her weight, he led her inside.
He didn’t like this. Not at all. From the way she was crying, Victor’s mind was rapidly coming up with horrible possibilities. Someone had died. She’d been hurt. Something had happened with the law. The last was probably the most ridiculous, as Lexi was seemingly incapable of doing something that would harm or otherwise wrong another person. It would have to be an accident or some sort of misunderstanding. If it was one of the earlier options… Victor wasn’t a hundred percent sure he was socially equipped to help, but he would try.
“Let’s just sit down, hm?” he said he as they settled on the couch. Keeping her close, he cooed to her. “Shh. Tell me what’s wrong. Lex, I can’t help unless you tell me.”
A Hit and Run
After a tedious day at work, Sally was really looking forward to getting home. Any other day she would already be there, showered and relaxed and tucking into yesterdays leftovers or a microwaveable something or other, but today she had had a small errand to run, which was why she found herself on the outskirts of Central London rather than in her small-but-cosy apartment, where she’d much rather be.
Having finished with her chore (the personal delivery of a parcel on the behalf of a colleague on holiday), Sally was just walking back towards the busier main road to hail a cab when she saw the light for the pedestrian crossing ahead shine green. She made an abortive effort to run towards it, but was a moment too late to make it across. Annoyed, she controlled the impulse to impatiently jab at the button repeatedly like a child and huffed as she waited for the signal.
The second the green light lit up again, Sally crossed, walking determinedly. Behind her, she heard the heavy footfalls of a man running as she had to make the lights. She turned just in time to see him reach the crossing with a second to spare, slow down with relief… and then get hit by a car.
Sally froze, all wistful thoughts of food and home disappearing as she saw him go down. The car braked instantly, and she watched as he slowly sat up on the road, blinking and looking around disorientedly. Sally snapped into action and started walking over the moment his gaze fixed on the car, and his expression changed into something less confused, and more furious.
What she didn’t expect was that the moment the man had stood up and made his way to the side of the car, the driver accelerated and the vehicle raced down the road. “Hey!” she heard the man yell, fists in the air. She too raised her voice in protest, starting to run after it, but it made a swift turn and disappeared from view. Taking a mental note of the number plate and make of the car, she turned back towards the red faced man, sputtering indignantly and looking none the worse for having just been hit by a car.
Pulling out her police badge and notepad, Sally made her way to him with a carefully concerned expression on her face, grudgingly accepting that it would be a long time before she got home tonight.
The rest of the drive home was filled with paranoia. Lexi knew she should have given the man her information and called the police, but her fight or flight reflexes took over. Every other pedestrian she saw seemed to have an accusing look on their face. It felt like everyone knew what she did and was now condemning her for it. The closer she got to home, the safer she felt. Even though the feeling of safety was buried under guilt.
Lexi felt stifled in the car. As soon as she was in her driveway and car safely in park, she scrambled out of it forgetting her keys in the ignition. Her hands were shaking along with the rest of her from the amount of activity that had nerves were still undergoing. She wanted to get away from her car as quickly as possible. Her legs were a little unsteady, but she slowly made her way to the front door of her building. She was thankful that she lived on the ground floor leaving her free from the worry of climbing stairs. She hugged her waist trying to calm herself, but only manage to make herself feel trapped.
Being farther from the car eased her nerves a little, but her hands still shook as she searched for her keys. Without bothering to search around herself and not daring to go back to the car, she turned her back to the door, slouched against it with a hard thud, and slid to floor. She tried to curl into a ball, but it made her feel trapped again, so she opted for crossing her ankles and holding her hands in her lap while fighting with them to try and stop the shaking.
Victor waited for several long moments for Lexi to come through the door. When she didn’t, he raised a brow. Moving to the window, he peered out to double check himself. There was her car, sitting in the drive. Squinting, he made out that there was no one inside. Odd.
Moving to the door, he pulled it open, intent on locating his girlfriend. Needless to say, he was rather surprised when she sat at the base of the door. Surprise evolved into concern when he took in her shaking and the stricken expression on her face. “Lex?” he asked, dropping to his knees in front of her. “What’s going on? Are you all right?”
A Hit and Run
Lexi had reached the end of her day at the museum. The drive back home was hectic until she was out of the inner most part of the city. There were days she could tolerate the obnoxious drivers she had to share the road with and there were days when she felt like plowing through everyone.
Today was the former. She was in no real hurry to get home. Victor was probably just leaving his job to meet her there. It still made her anxious to think of seeing him, but it was a good anxious. One that stirred the butterflies.
There was a stop light that was always difficult to get past. It seemed to only let two cars go before it changed again, but the light couldn’t change her mood. Her radio was on and there was an up beat song that had her kind of dancing in her seat while she waited patiently for her turn. She had received odd looks from other drivers around her, but she didn’t really care. It made her happy and the traffic bearable.
Given enough time, she reached the front of the line and was only a few streets away from reaching a far less congested area of the city. The light changed and she eased her car along turning onto the next street.
The radio station she had been listening to had started to run commercials which never failed to kill part of her good mood. She reached over and switched the radio station to find more commercials. Her eyes rolled as she switched it one more time to find a dismal song. Briefly, she looked down at her radio as she flipped through the stations, but she took her eyes off the road just in time.
A sudden jolt from the front of her car brought her attention back to the road and she slammed on her brakes. Lexi saw a man stumbling in front of her car and could a hear a long strand of obscenities starting to flow from his mouth. At first she couldn’t make heads or tails of what was going on, but when the man looked at her and started toward her side of the car with an enraged expression, everything clicked into place at the same time. She had hit him.
Things seemed to slow down and speed up at the same time as her mind tried to process what she had just done. Everything around her slowed and everything inside her quickened. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that she had just hit someone with her car. There wasn’t even a speeding ticket in her driving record and now she had hit someone.
The man had nearly reached her window and she came back to reality a little too quickly. He looked like he was ready to shatter her window and it scared her more. She did the only thing she could think of. Her foot left the brake pedal and struck the gas pedal with more force intended. The car jerked forward, down the rest of the street, and her tires squealed as she rounded another corner.
Home was the only thing she could think of to keep her from trembling and crying while she was still at the wheel. She couldn’t bring herself to pull over, calm down, then return to the man, apologize, and give her information to him so the bills would be mailed to her. All she could do was drive and try to get home as quickly as possible. The place she knew she was safe at.
Victor hadn’t seen Lexi in what felt like ages. True, it had only been a few days at most, but still. He was constantly anxious to see her, to be close to her. Today was no exception.
He had clocked out just a few minutes early, so he could be waiting for her when she got home. Using the spare key she’d loaned him, he let himself in. He was just going to make tea when he heard the car door slam. She was a bit early. Traffic must have been light. Wiping his hands free of water, Victor waited for her to come up.
