It was a bad case when Greg had to call in Sherlock; it was an outright clusterfuck if Mycroft Holmes had to be involved. With the former, at least all he had to worry about was making sure to maintain the integrity of the evidence while his consultant swayed around spouting information. With the latter ... well, he had a feeling Mycroft valued certain things more highly than the integrity of evidence. But Greg was no stubborn, head-knocking jurisdiction hawk. When it came to balancing a murder investigation against the general peace and public opinion, he didn't mind making a few concessions.
As usual.
In this case, however, his concern was less with political ramifications than with the victim's family. He didn't know many people who moved in these circles - maybe just the one - and he wanted to be sure they wouldn't leap in and stonewall the investigation to save face. No doubt they disapproved of whatever connections had brought their daughter here, and wouldn't want to see them in the light of day.
He was waiting in the hall while the medical team made sure everything was square when Mycroft arrived - and waved him in from his position near the door. "Not squeamish, are you?"
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As usual.
In this case, however, his concern was less with political ramifications than with the victim's family. He didn't know many people who moved in these circles - maybe just the one - and he wanted to be sure they wouldn't leap in and stonewall the investigation to save face. No doubt they disapproved of whatever connections had brought their daughter here, and wouldn't want to see them in the light of day.
He was waiting in the hall while the medical team made sure everything was square when Mycroft arrived - and waved him in from his position near the door. "Not squeamish, are you?"