Falling: A Hopeless Case
Title: Falling: A Hopeless Case
Characters: Mycroft/Lestrade
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG [so far]
Summary: Lestrade is different.
Disclaimer: Written by http://ishallsustainamassiveerection.tumblr.com/
"Blast," I growled, "Hellfire and damnation!"
Anthea looked up with a raised eyebrow and a small smile, but wisely said nothing on my rant and instead showed me her Blackberry.
"Sherlock is on his way to 221b," she informed me, "We just missed him."
"Nothing unexpected," I grumbled, "And I assume that Doctor Watson is with him?"
"Of course."
"Good, I suppose," I settled back into my seat, unable to stop myself
casting a quick look out of the window. The rain was obscuring
what the tinted windows did not, and it made it infuriatingly difficult to see exactly what I was looking for.
"He's still there," Anthea murmured, keeping her eyes on her phone.
"Excuse me?" I quickly turned back to her, slightly annoyed that I had been found out.
"The DI. Lestrade, isn't it? He's still there."
"Your point being?"
"You should say hello," Anthea shrugged.
"Why, pray tell?"
"You owe him for looking after your brother," she replied, perfectly honestly. Had anyone else said it to me, I would have had them thrown out of the car.
"True," I sighed, "But another time. It is raining and this suit is my best."
"Offer him a lift?"
I frowned, "A lift?"
"Yes, a lift."
"We have places to be," my faux irritation hid the somewhat eager tone my voice might have otherwise held.
"So does he, probably. Take him there."
"Anthea..."
"Mycroft..."
I sighed.
"I can't," I admitted, "He barely knows that I exist," and I could feel myself blush. Anthea tucked her Blackberry into her pocket and frowned at me. I resisted the urge to squirm under her gaze and watched her back.
"All the more reason to offer him a lift," she decided.
"I can't!"
"He's walking this way."
"He- what?"
"Lestrade at three o'clock," Anthea smiled.
"Lestrade at- what?"
There was a knock on the window.
"Oh."
Anthea, smirking, opened the window. Before I could even glimpse the man, a badge was thrust through the window.
"DI Lestrade," he grumbled, "Sorry, mate, this is a crime scene. You can't park here."
"We are not parking, Detective Inspector, merely pausing," I managed to eject, though somewhat coolly.
"Yeah, that may be, but it's a crime scene, so you can't," he replied.
"I think you'll find that we can," Anthea swiftly cut in, flashing her far, far higher ranking badge at Lestrade, who stuck his rain-soaked head through the window and squinted at it.
"Huh," he nodded, the turned and looked at me, "Take it up with my superiors. You still can't park here."
I tried. I forced my vocal chords with all my might, but no sound was produced. I simply scowled.
"We aren't parking," Anthea replied.
"You cannot 'pause' here, either, unless you want me arresting you."
Anthea moved to reply, but I sent her a silencing glare. Turning back
to Lestrade, I cleared my throat, "My apologies, Detective Inspector. We shall move on."
"Cheers," he nodded sharply to me.
"Oh, Detective?" Why? Why had I continued to speak?
"Yeah?"
My hand moved without my permission, thrusting my umbrella out of the window.
"You'll need this."
A hand wrapped around it and he snorted, once, without amusement.
"Right, thanks..." he looked back into the window for a moment, more than confused.
Anthea, thank heavens for her, dismissed him and closed the window, then turned back to me.
"You gave him an umbrella." she stated.
"Yes."
"Oh dear. You are a hopeless case."
< Part 1 Part 3>
Characters: Mycroft/Lestrade
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG [so far]
Summary: Lestrade is different.
Disclaimer: Written by http://ishallsustainamassiveerection.tumblr.com/
"Blast," I growled, "Hellfire and damnation!"
Anthea looked up with a raised eyebrow and a small smile, but wisely said nothing on my rant and instead showed me her Blackberry.
"Sherlock is on his way to 221b," she informed me, "We just missed him."
"Nothing unexpected," I grumbled, "And I assume that Doctor Watson is with him?"
"Of course."
"Good, I suppose," I settled back into my seat, unable to stop myself
casting a quick look out of the window. The rain was obscuring
what the tinted windows did not, and it made it infuriatingly difficult to see exactly what I was looking for.
"He's still there," Anthea murmured, keeping her eyes on her phone.
"Excuse me?" I quickly turned back to her, slightly annoyed that I had been found out.
"The DI. Lestrade, isn't it? He's still there."
"Your point being?"
"You should say hello," Anthea shrugged.
"Why, pray tell?"
"You owe him for looking after your brother," she replied, perfectly honestly. Had anyone else said it to me, I would have had them thrown out of the car.
"True," I sighed, "But another time. It is raining and this suit is my best."
"Offer him a lift?"
I frowned, "A lift?"
"Yes, a lift."
"We have places to be," my faux irritation hid the somewhat eager tone my voice might have otherwise held.
"So does he, probably. Take him there."
"Anthea..."
"Mycroft..."
I sighed.
"I can't," I admitted, "He barely knows that I exist," and I could feel myself blush. Anthea tucked her Blackberry into her pocket and frowned at me. I resisted the urge to squirm under her gaze and watched her back.
"All the more reason to offer him a lift," she decided.
"I can't!"
"He's walking this way."
"He- what?"
"Lestrade at three o'clock," Anthea smiled.
"Lestrade at- what?"
There was a knock on the window.
"Oh."
Anthea, smirking, opened the window. Before I could even glimpse the man, a badge was thrust through the window.
"DI Lestrade," he grumbled, "Sorry, mate, this is a crime scene. You can't park here."
"We are not parking, Detective Inspector, merely pausing," I managed to eject, though somewhat coolly.
"Yeah, that may be, but it's a crime scene, so you can't," he replied.
"I think you'll find that we can," Anthea swiftly cut in, flashing her far, far higher ranking badge at Lestrade, who stuck his rain-soaked head through the window and squinted at it.
"Huh," he nodded, the turned and looked at me, "Take it up with my superiors. You still can't park here."
I tried. I forced my vocal chords with all my might, but no sound was produced. I simply scowled.
"We aren't parking," Anthea replied.
"You cannot 'pause' here, either, unless you want me arresting you."
Anthea moved to reply, but I sent her a silencing glare. Turning back
to Lestrade, I cleared my throat, "My apologies, Detective Inspector. We shall move on."
"Cheers," he nodded sharply to me.
"Oh, Detective?" Why? Why had I continued to speak?
"Yeah?"
My hand moved without my permission, thrusting my umbrella out of the window.
"You'll need this."
A hand wrapped around it and he snorted, once, without amusement.
"Right, thanks..." he looked back into the window for a moment, more than confused.
Anthea, thank heavens for her, dismissed him and closed the window, then turned back to me.
"You gave him an umbrella." she stated.
"Yes."
"Oh dear. You are a hopeless case."
< Part 1 Part 3>