"Right. Subtract, that's nice." Despite what some of his colleagues may have thought, Greg wasn't in the habit of tampering with evidence - just showing it off to the wrong people. But when the family of the victim had the power to put the kibosh on the whole investigation, he was willing to scrub a few details here and there in the interests of justice. He'd been up against enough powerful people to know they were better off blissfully ignorant, when possible.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, watching in mild surprise (which he did his best to mask) as Mycroft actually got down onto the floor. With a nod, he glanced toward the open door where it led out to the hall. "We haven't got much on the shooter by way of a description. Just what we pulled from the bloody shoe print on the threshold - male, bit smaller than average. No one saw him." It would take time to pull the security footage if there even was any, so for now - a good Holmesian estimate would do as well as anything.

And one Holmes was as good as another, apparently. Even when it came to getting hands dirty. That was a bit of a surprise. "Could have been Sherlock," he allowed quietly, with a shrug. "Could have been you, could have been me. Anyone can get himself shot."