“John Watson? It is! John Watson, as I live and breathe, how’ve you been, mate?” Lestrade had stopped rather abruptly in his description of the latest serial suicide when he spotted Sherlock’s companion.
“Greg?” John replied, sounding equally surprised and pleased. He limped over to Lestrade and they exchanged a brief, friendly kiss. Sherlock stared at them in shock.
“I’ve been, well,” John gestured to his cane. “I’ve seen better days.”
Lestrade snorted. “I can’t imagine a little thing like being shot would slow you down too much. I can’t believe it’s you, what are the odds?”
“Look at you though,” John said, sounding rather proud. “Detective Inspector Lestrade. Congratulations mate.”
“Oh, no,” Lestrade said modestly. “I’ve been sitting at home giving out parking tickets while you’ve been overseas getting shot at for Queen and Country.”
“I take it you two know each other, then?” Sherlock said, still sounding slightly dazed.
“Yeah, we worked together while we were going through university,” Lestrade explained. “But we lost contact after John went in the army.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” John said awkwardly. “No, it’s fine,” Lestrade. “We just drifted apart. It happens. And here we are again.”
“And you... dated?” Sherlock confirmed.
John grinned fondly at Lestrade. “Yeah, for a time. Decided we were better off as friends.”
“The sex was phenomenal though,” Lestrade said, enjoying the way Sherlock’s features froze. John laughed and punched Lestrade on the arm.
*
Lestrade and John met up for a beer a few nights after the serial suicide case.
“So what’s going on with you now?” John asked. “Sherlock said you’re married?”
“Mm,” Lestrade said. “Not so much. Getting a divorce soon.” “That’s a shame,” John said sympathetically.
“And you? Anyone special in your life?”
“Nah,” John said. “Never felt right dating someone while I was in the army.”
“Ah well, you’re out now,” Lestrade said. “We’ll have to go on the pull together one day.”
*
Between beer, coffee, sandwiches and tea, John and Lestrade managed to see quite a bit of each other outside of work. Both were surprised and delighted to find that the spark that had made them such good friends in their youth was still there, and they easily fell back into each other’s lives.
“Do you ever look at Sherlock and feel the urge to just push him against the wall and kiss him until he shuts up?” John said after a long day cooped up with Sherlock. Lestrade laughed.
“No, I can honestly say I’ve never had that urge,” Lestrade said. “Just me then, thought as much.”
*
During the next case Lestrade had to call Sherlock in for, he kept a close eye on Sherlock and John’s interactions, pleased for his friend when he saw the way Sherlock lit up in response to John’s praise, and stood closely to him, touching him freely, if quite innocently. Lestrade decided to see if he could direct the detective’s thoughts somewhere a little more lascivious.
“They’re a bit different from the ones we used to wear, eh?” Lestrade said, gesturing to one of the police constable’s uniform. John chuckled. “I’ll bet,” John said. “They certainly look sturdier.”
“You two were never in the police service together,” Sherlock said, frowning, upset as he always was when presented with new information that disagreed with his previous findings.
“No,” Lestrade said casually. “We used to work in a strip club. It’s where we met.”
Sherlock stiffened, glancing frantically between Lestrade and John, clearly struggling to process this new information.
“We’d do themed shows,” Lestrade added helpfully. “Police, fireman, navy, that sort of thing.”
“Mm, bit of a surprise the first time I wore my uniform and discovered it took more than five seconds to get out of,” John said. “I’d never appreciated velcro more.”
“Still, I don’t miss finding glitter everywhere,” Lestrade said.
“And that oil could be a bitch to get out of underwear,” John said.
Sherlock continued to stare blankly at John, mouth slightly open, as John and Lestrade turned back to discussing the case.
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“Greg?” John replied, sounding equally surprised and pleased. He limped over to Lestrade and they exchanged a brief, friendly kiss. Sherlock stared at them in shock.
“I’ve been, well,” John gestured to his cane. “I’ve seen better days.”
Lestrade snorted. “I can’t imagine a little thing like being shot would slow you down too much. I can’t believe it’s you, what are the odds?”
“Look at you though,” John said, sounding rather proud. “Detective Inspector Lestrade. Congratulations mate.”
“Oh, no,” Lestrade said modestly. “I’ve been sitting at home giving out parking tickets while you’ve been overseas getting shot at for Queen and Country.”
“I take it you two know each other, then?” Sherlock said, still sounding slightly dazed.
“Yeah, we worked together while we were going through university,” Lestrade explained. “But we lost contact after John went in the army.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” John said awkwardly.
“No, it’s fine,” Lestrade. “We just drifted apart. It happens. And here we are again.”
“And you... dated?” Sherlock confirmed.
John grinned fondly at Lestrade. “Yeah, for a time. Decided we were better off as friends.”
“The sex was phenomenal though,” Lestrade said, enjoying the way Sherlock’s features froze. John laughed and punched Lestrade on the arm.
*
Lestrade and John met up for a beer a few nights after the serial suicide case.
“So what’s going on with you now?” John asked. “Sherlock said you’re married?”
“Mm,” Lestrade said. “Not so much. Getting a divorce soon.”
“That’s a shame,” John said sympathetically.
“And you? Anyone special in your life?”
“Nah,” John said. “Never felt right dating someone while I was in the army.”
“Ah well, you’re out now,” Lestrade said. “We’ll have to go on the pull together one day.”
*
Between beer, coffee, sandwiches and tea, John and Lestrade managed to see quite a bit of each other outside of work. Both were surprised and delighted to find that the spark that had made them such good friends in their youth was still there, and they easily fell back into each other’s lives.
“Do you ever look at Sherlock and feel the urge to just push him against the wall and kiss him until he shuts up?” John said after a long day cooped up with Sherlock. Lestrade laughed.
“No, I can honestly say I’ve never had that urge,” Lestrade said. “Just me then, thought as much.”
*
During the next case Lestrade had to call Sherlock in for, he kept a close eye on Sherlock and John’s interactions, pleased for his friend when he saw the way Sherlock lit up in response to John’s praise, and stood closely to him, touching him freely, if quite innocently. Lestrade decided to see if he could direct the detective’s thoughts somewhere a little more lascivious.
“They’re a bit different from the ones we used to wear, eh?” Lestrade said, gesturing to one of the police constable’s uniform. John chuckled.
“I’ll bet,” John said. “They certainly look sturdier.”
“You two were never in the police service together,” Sherlock said, frowning, upset as he always was when presented with new information that disagreed with his previous findings.
“No,” Lestrade said casually. “We used to work in a strip club. It’s where we met.”
Sherlock stiffened, glancing frantically between Lestrade and John, clearly struggling to process this new information.
“We’d do themed shows,” Lestrade added helpfully. “Police, fireman, navy, that sort of thing.”
“Mm, bit of a surprise the first time I wore my uniform and discovered it took more than five seconds to get out of,” John said. “I’d never appreciated velcro more.”
“Still, I don’t miss finding glitter everywhere,” Lestrade said.
“And that oil could be a bitch to get out of underwear,” John said.
Sherlock continued to stare blankly at John, mouth slightly open, as John and Lestrade turned back to discussing the case.
*