“Still nothing?” Lestrade said in frustration. “How can there still be nothing?”
“Because for all their supposed brilliance,” John said. “These men are utterly clueless when it comes to love.”
“Love, eh?” Lestrade said. “Getting serious is it, then?”
John groaned. “He’s totally mad, completely impossible, and utterly fantastic.”
Lestrade patted his back sympathetically, looking thoughtful.
*
To say that Sherlock was taken aback when, at the next crime scene not long after John had wandered over to do some doctoring on a victim, Lestrade started describing, in great detail, some incredibly depraved sexual acts he would enjoy exploring with John, was an understatement. Once Sherlock had processed what exactly Lestrade was talking about, his face hardened and he marched over to John, grabbing his arm and dragging him back to Lestrade. Sherlock grasped John’s shoulders firmly, shot a dirty look at Lestrade, growling, “He’s mine. You had your chance, back off,” before kissing John possessively and pulling him away from the crime scene towards the nearest taxi. John glanced over his shoulder at Lestrade, grinning and giving him a thumbs up.
“For someone who’s spent the last few weeks expressing their wonder over the desirable attributes of Doctor Watson, you don’t seem terribly upset that he’s just left with Sherlock.”
Lestrade looked behind him in surprise, wondering how long Mycroft had been there. He couldn’t bring himself to worry, though, as he was so happy for his friend’s success and also fairly certain there had been more than a few notes of jealousy in Mycroft’s reprimand. So he simply grabbed Mycroft’s tie, and pulled him down for a kiss.
*
“Sherlock’s worse than ever,” John said. “No sense of personal space, bloody possessive, and seems to treat everything from ‘cuppa tea?’ to ‘why the hell is there a severed foot in the crisper?’ as a potential come on. How ‘bout yours?”
“Taken to kidnapping me several times a week and insists on proper dates a restaurants where the meals cost more than my suits.” Lestrade said.
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“Because for all their supposed brilliance,” John said. “These men are utterly clueless when it comes to love.”
“Love, eh?” Lestrade said. “Getting serious is it, then?”
John groaned. “He’s totally mad, completely impossible, and utterly fantastic.”
Lestrade patted his back sympathetically, looking thoughtful.
*
To say that Sherlock was taken aback when, at the next crime scene not long after John had wandered over to do some doctoring on a victim, Lestrade started describing, in great detail, some incredibly depraved sexual acts he would enjoy exploring with John, was an understatement. Once Sherlock had processed what exactly Lestrade was talking about, his face hardened and he marched over to John, grabbing his arm and dragging him back to Lestrade. Sherlock grasped John’s shoulders firmly, shot a dirty look at Lestrade, growling, “He’s mine. You had your chance, back off,” before kissing John possessively and pulling him away from the crime scene towards the nearest taxi. John glanced over his shoulder at Lestrade, grinning and giving him a thumbs up.
“For someone who’s spent the last few weeks expressing their wonder over the desirable attributes of Doctor Watson, you don’t seem terribly upset that he’s just left with Sherlock.”
Lestrade looked behind him in surprise, wondering how long Mycroft had been there. He couldn’t bring himself to worry, though, as he was so happy for his friend’s success and also fairly certain there had been more than a few notes of jealousy in Mycroft’s reprimand. So he simply grabbed Mycroft’s tie, and pulled him down for a kiss.
*
“Sherlock’s worse than ever,” John said. “No sense of personal space, bloody possessive, and seems to treat everything from ‘cuppa tea?’ to ‘why the hell is there a severed foot in the crisper?’ as a potential come on. How ‘bout yours?”
“Taken to kidnapping me several times a week and insists on proper dates a restaurants where the meals cost more than my suits.” Lestrade said.
“They’re sort of amazing, aren’t they?”