So, first things...the little boy made it through the night. The hospital now say he's critical, but stable.
And, well, John pointed out at some point in the early hours that he still didn't know what had happened, because Sal only posted what she knew, and I hadn't really said anything about it. Whereas I've been over it in my head about a million times now.
The basics are, as Sal said. I was with one of my DCs, and we were going to see a witness who's recently started changing her story, being unsure about what she saw, saying she wouldn't go to court. Which was going to be a real problem for us.
It was a little residential street, quiet, quite nice. We parked up, started walking down the road to her house. When I saw a bloke coming out of her gate - our suspect for the crime. I'd been worrying that he'd had something to do with intimidating her, because we've had appeals out to find him, so he knows we're after him.
He ran towards a car, so I turned and ran for ours. The way the street is, there's houses one side, and the back of an old factory yard the other, so it's a wall. And it's a dead end - there's just garages at the other end.
He reached his first, gunned it, obviously hoping to get away.
I just pulled my car across the road - I was pointing the wrong way to follow him, so it seemed like the only way I could hope to stop him, hoping it would be like a road block, between parked cars and the wall. I could hear my DC calling for units on the radio as I went for the car, so I knew we'd get backup if he ran.
But he just didn't stop. I don't know, I thought I'd given him space, thought he had time to brake, but maybe I hadn't. It was all so fast, I don't know. I swung across the road, and then he smashed into the front end. I suppose he thought he could just get past me or something - like in the movies. Didn't work like that though.
And he had a kid with him - his son, DPS told me. He was probably Sherlock's age, or a bit older. Wasn't wearing a seatbelt. He went straight through the windscreen. I thought he was dead, honestly, and by the time I'd got out of the car, he was in the road, just...there was a lot of blood. People were running out of houses, my DC got the kit out of our car, and we did everything we could. The suspect was a bit out of it, mainly saved by the airbags though.
So he's put a complaint in against me, and I don't know how many people are witnesses, but there were plenty of people there who weren't on our side. And my DC'll tell them what he saw, and traffic will look at all the evidence left on the road, the tyre marks, the impact, all of that.
And I just wait.
Absolute worst case, I could be charged and go to prison.
Best case, I'll be back at work in a week or so.
And now you know as much as I do.
Mycroft's worried, so's John. Sherlock just refuses to accept it.
I'm trying to enjoy spending time with them all, but it's sort of hard. Spent a lot of my life pretending things are okay and getting on with it when they're not. Didn't think I'd ever have to do it with John and the boys. I don't think I'm being very convincing.