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sherlockbbc_fic ([personal profile] sherlockbbc_fic) wrote2015-06-10 03:45 pm

Prompting Part XXXVII

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AU Sherstrade: Sherlock is a professional home-wrecker

(Anonymous) 2015-06-14 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
Kind-of-crack AU idea which doesn't actually have to be crack:

Sherlock is a professional home-wrecker. When rich men want to get out of unwanted marriages, they hire Sherlock to "seduce" their wives (with or without actual sex) and then they can accuse their wives of infidelity in the divorce proceedings. With Sherlock's good looks and incredible ability to deduce exactly what women want, he's got no difficulty taking on interesting "cases" and the ethics don't bother him a bit.

Lestrade's wife presents an interesting gender twist: she hires Sherlock to seduce Lestrade, in an attempt to draw attention away from her own infidelities and come out ahead in the divorce. Only problem is, even though Lestrade and Sherlock are both strangely happy to make googly eyes at each other, Lestrade is unwilling to cheat on his wife. And Sherlock is finding himself more and more attracted to the DI because of it.

Totally up to you where this goes (or how much of this plot bunny you follow), as long as it involves some hot Sherstrade sex and a happy ending :-)

Re: AU Sherstrade: Sherlock is a professional home-wrecker

(Anonymous) 2015-06-14 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, a Sherstrade prompt! It's been a while, and it's a really good prompt - I love adultery angst, hot Sherstrade and happy endings (and twists on canon!). Seconding, and here's hoping it will get a fill!

Re: AU Sherstrade: Sherlock is a professional home-wrecker

(Anonymous) 2015-06-14 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
That's brilliant and I want it like I want chocolate.

Re: AU Sherstrade: Sherlock is a professional home-wrecker

(Anonymous) 2015-06-15 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)

I'd write this myself if I had the time (and didn't suck)
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[personal profile] viklikesfic 2015-07-26 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
“God, you reek a little,” John complains, his mouth forming a moue of distaste as Sherlock flops down on the sofa next to him with his open laptop. “What is that, perfume?"

“The husband thought it would be appropriately dramatic to fling a bottle of it at the wall after ‘catching’ us in her dressing room. I was in the line of fire of the backsplash,” he sighs, opening his e-mail client and scanning the messages coming into his work account.

“I’d charge him extra for that,” John smirks. “That jacket can’t be cheap.”

“It isn’t, and I intend to,” Sherlock agrees, though he’s a little distracted by the message he’s most recently received. The sender is, unusually, a woman, and the profile of the case she presents is crisp, almost defensive. Husband: forty-two, busy with police work, never home, knows she’s cheating, hasn’t confronted her about it, hasn’t mentioned divorce. Not going to look good for her if she sues for it now; tried to get some dirt on him through a private investigator, but he’s infuriatingly clean. Best the PI could drum up was some evidence of bisexuality from before the police academy and very old rumors of unusual kinks that might be sensational, but not illegal. One of her boyfriend’s mates used Sherlock's services several years ago—ah, yes, the Welsh attorney and his nervous spouse with severe OCD, Sherlock remembers that one well—and she suspects he might be able to seduce her husband with a little effort, evening the odds somewhat of her making out all right in the divorce. Will he take the job?

Sherlock double-clicks to open an attachment, details from the PI’s investigation—not particularly concerned about her husband’s privacy, then, considering she’s not yet a client—including a basic biography and a photo. Not just a policeman, but a Detective Inspector with the Met. Sherlock’s lips perk into a little smile at that, imagining what challenges might be involved in pulling a professional detective. For once, an assignment that might be truly interesting—rare enough in his line of work or he’d charge much less for it. As he skims through the details, a vague auditory awareness creeps into his brain and he realizes that John’s trying to get his attention.

“…haven’t heard a word I’ve said in the past five minutes, have you? What is it this time, then? Is she going to be hard to get? Particularly intelligent? I know you like the clever ones, but I’d rather not have to show up with a firearm to get you out of another mess like the last time."

Sherlock smiles at that, too, remembering Irene Adler’s ultimate downfall last year and how elaborate it had been to bring about. John had been particularly stressed during that case, but then he always gets nervous about Sherlock getting too involved with his cases. Sentiment. “You’re lying; you loved it. And I have no idea about intelligence, but it’s possible. The mark works with the police."

“A policewoman?” John’s eyebrows go up. “Really? Sounds risky… have you got a picture, though? Give it here,” he demands, reaching for the laptop, which Sherlock relinquishes without complaint.

“My business is perfectly legal, John, as I’ve said to you at least a dozen times. There’s no law against this particular brand of deception, and it’s the mark’s own fault that they always fall for me. It’s a simple game of social engineering,” he continues, unperturbed as usual by common ethics or his own narcissism, but he quickly realizes that John isn’t listening.

“Sherlock… this is a bloke."

“I can see that. Problem?” Sherlock asks, taking the laptop back when John’s looked his fill.

“Well… no. I suppose not. It’s all fine, I just… your marks have always been women.”

“Not strictly always. Since you met me, yes. Most people who hear about the availability of a professional male home-wrecker are men, due to the word-of-mouth nature of the business. As you know, I certainly can’t advertise publicly, and it’s rare that a wife looks for such services to tempt her husband. But not unheard of.”

John hums, frowning a bit in the way he does when he’s about to say something caring about Sherlock. Sherlock sighs, but he goes on with it. “I suppose… it’s not that strange. But it seems a little too close to home, you know? Doesn’t that worry you?"

“Because I’m gay."

“Well… yes. I always assumed the work was easier for you because of the professional distance. It’s not personal if you sleep with women."

Sherlock rolls his eyes. “The work is easy for me because human beings are hopelessly predictable, and I have a tremendous skill in the art of deduction, honed over time through my practice of the craft. As you know, John, really. I’m hardly going to fall for some poor sod whose wife is cheating on him in favor of a wealthier man with more free time. He’ll eventually cave due to loneliness, and he’ll be entirely uninteresting once he does. They always are, irrespective of gender. I deduce their needs, they fall into my hands, the fun of the game is over and I collect a cheque. This is business.”

“Mixed with pleasure, though,” John obstinately points out. “At least a little more than your usual cases, you have to admit.”

“Fine,” Sherlock sighs, dramatically slapping the laptop shut and pushing himself to standing. “I have no need to deny the appeal of being paid to snog a handsome man, but I assure you there won’t be any feelings tangled up with it. Anyone that attractive and purportedly sexually interesting is likely to be a complete dullard, and as you know, I categorically do not. Date.” With that, he stalks off to his bedroom, stripping out of the noxious-smelling Spencer Hart suit as he goes.

Some days, Sherlock wonders if there might be a better way to keep himself in the lifestyle to which he has become accustomed than luring unsuspecting women (and occasionally, men) out of their pathetic marriages, but finding another career would take effort, and pointless effort sounds much more like the kind of thing John enjoys undertaking. Sherlock, if nothing else, knows a good racket when he sees one, and the odd chance at the company of a fit silver-haired detective whilst engaged in a satisfying puzzle certainly doesn’t hurt. He know his line of work better than anyone engaged in seduction for simple pleasure. Where’s the fun in that?

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(Anonymous) 2015-07-26 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh wow! Great start!!!
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[personal profile] viklikesfic 2015-07-26 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The first phase, as always, is research. Less usual is the amount of material readily available online, given the mark’s profession and duty to appear in the news media from time to time, discussing his cases. For once, Sherlock is actually more interested in irrelevant details tangentially related to the mark than in his own mission, and he wastes half an afternoon solving one of the DI’s open cases for him. An in, perhaps, though Sherlock has no idea how to go about contacting a member of the Metropolitan Police with a play-by-play of exactly how wrong his Murder Investigation Team is concerning an unsolved mystery in which Sherlock is not personally involved. At best, he might end up patched through to some irrelevant lackey, and at worst, he’d be treated with suspicion given his massive intellect—not the first time it’s happened—and perhaps accused of involvement in the case himself. Hardly a compelling entrance, showing up in the man’s life as a suspected accomplice to murder when he’s aiming at illicit paramour. He’ll need another approach, so he reluctantly moves on from the coverage of unsolved murders and along to something more personal.

John gives him a look of mild alarm when he comes into the kitchen for tea and toast and finds a sheaf print-outs from fetish sites messily arrayed atop the table, but it’s hardly the oddest research he’s ever done for a case.

“I think I’m having flashbacks,” the doctor mutters, glancing at an article on the psychology of sexual dominance while he waits for the kettle to boil. “Didn’t you learn all this last time?”

“I hardly needed to psychoanalyze The Woman to get an in, John. Her services were readily available for purchase on the Internet. This is different.”

“This bloke’s into that same kind of thing, though?”

“Likely. I can’t be certain until we meet. I traced his IP address and can’t find any concrete evidence of fetish websites or pornographic viewing habits. The information the PI uncovered was anecdotal, though the two men interviewed had no reason to lie and each story independently corroborates the other. Still, it’s nearly twenty years old.”

“Maybe his interests changed, then. People try dumb shit in bed all the time when they’re young,” John points out as the toaster dings.

“He wasn’t that young. And it’s obvious that he was initially besotted with his wife, but the hours of his job have been a strain on the relationship. She had reason to cheat, while he’s simply become more addicted to the thrill of the chase, with no time for either married life or adulterous kinky encounters. Solving murders must be intoxicating,” he murmurs, and John just snorts.

“Yeah, well I’m glad you mostly just solve blonde millionaires,” John contributes. “Less messy."

Sherlock doesn’t dignify that with a response, but starts to shuffle through the print-outs, thinking of how to best draw his mark out. Given the paucity of evidence, it’s starting to seem like more of long shot, as approaches go. He can’t simply show up in a fetish club, as the DI doesn’t frequent them. No suspicious web activity means no cleverly worded dating profile to entice the man, and if it’s really been this long since Lestrade last engaged in his fetishes, a subtle approach will be key. Indeed he might be able to exploit the dry spell—the wife having confirmed via e-mail that her own sexual interests bend towards the decidedly vanilla—but if the man is even remotely self-aware, the abstinence has been a conscious choice. If Sherlock wants to use his proclivities to tempt him, he’ll need a less suspicious way in. He sighs and turns back to the page of crime-related Google alerts. Work over pleasure, perhaps, after all.


Ultimately, Sherlock caves just a bit to impatience. It’s too tempting to march into New Scotland Yard, use a faked air of authority copied from Mycroft to insist upon a meeting with Detective Inspector Lestrade, and then lay out the flaws in the Met’s theory of the case in excruciating detail, point by point and with additional details he suspects will be confirmed by the evidence to which he doesn’t have access. He doesn’t have to fake his excitement or triumph in having solved a murder, and the Inspector is actually more impressed—and less suspicious—than Sherlock expected. Sitting behind a metal desk piled messily with paperwork, he grills Sherlock on not only the case itself, but his own identity (he uses his own legal first name, William, rather than one of his more common pseudonyms, but given the circumstances he’s had to arrange a more complex and discoverable public identity than typical, and a fresh name was needed). Still, when the detective has asked all his questions, there’s a spark of amazement in his eyes, rather than annoyance, and he surprises Sherlock with a wide grin that takes five years off his face, leaning back in his chair and crossing one ankle over the other knee.

“Bloody hell,” Lestrade exclaims. “I can’t believe it, but I think you may actually be right. I’ll send a team to interview the stepmother today—is there a number where I can reach you if I need to get in touch?”

“Actually…yes, I would love to hear from you,” Sherlock replies with a small, excited smile, faking an earnestness and enthusiasm in his feats of deduction as if he didn’t perform them on a daily basis. “I hope I’ve been a help,” he adds, passing over a generic business card.

“I think you might have been. Ever considered police work, Mr. Emerson?"

“Please, it’s William. And no, not especially,” Sherlock answers truthfully. “I do enjoy puzzles, but not bureaucracy.”

Lestrade rewards him with a genuine laugh. “I don’t blame you. And I’ll give you a ring when I can. Thank you again for the tip, William. I know all the lads will be grateful on this one if it pans out.”

“I suspect so,” Sherlock agrees, rising to his feet and giving Lestrade a handshake that is firm, but not lingering. Proceed with caution, his instincts tell him, having deduced at least sixty new facts about the man in the course of their brief conversation. But he’s not pessimistic as he leaves the bustling atmosphere of the Yard, trying to sneak peeks at computer screens and whiteboards as he goes. There is a certain loneliness about the Inspector, and a certain friendly interest in Sherlock. Lestrade seems genuinely curious about Sherlock’s deductive skills, despite the fact that he behaved far more like himself—helpful, but still a bit abrasive, rattling off facts and shooting down potential objections with razor clarity as he got caught up in the enjoyment of proving his points—than he ever has on a case. The odd alignment between the man’s profession and Sherlock’s talents may in fact be more of an asset than he had originally considered. He’ll have to tease that out, he decides, throwing his hand up for a black cab on Victoria Street, when they meet again.

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(Anonymous) 2015-07-26 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not a big fan of this pairing, but this story looks so interesting that I absolutely had to start reading it. Very well-written, too.
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[personal profile] viklikesfic 2015-08-31 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! Always gives me glee to get people interested in a pairing outside their norm ;-)

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(Anonymous) 2015-08-11 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
OP here - I'm absolutely loving this :-D

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(Anonymous) 2015-08-24 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
OP again - any chance you're on AO3? I'd love to be able to subscribe to this there so I don't have to keep coming back here and checking three times a day just to see if there's an update :-D (LOVING THIS SO MUCH!)
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[personal profile] viklikesfic 2015-08-31 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, yes, I am! I haven't been posting this in parts because the parts are so wee, but I'll probably either a) post it all at once when complete as a single-chapter story or b) if it ends up getting long, post as chapters as I go. My AO3 name is also viklikesfic (

Also, heads up, part 3 below ;-)
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[personal profile] viklikesfic 2015-08-31 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yay! This prompt was so intriguing I just kind of had to try it. Sorry it's not being written quicker, but I'm enjoying seeing where these two go.
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[personal profile] nia_kantorka 2015-08-23 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Brilliant story so far. Thanks for sharing!
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[personal profile] viklikesfic 2015-08-31 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks for reading!

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(Anonymous) 2015-08-29 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
I've just found this fill and as a Sherstrade shipper I'm delighted by it! The premise is new and titillating (I'm getting a bit tired of first-time stories in which Sherlock just shows up at a random crime scene) and I love the humour and characterization. I hope very much to read more of it!
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[personal profile] viklikesfic 2015-08-31 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Yay! Sherstrade hifive! Yeah, that's why I jumped into the prompt, though I don't often write from prompts these days. It was such an interesting idea :-p
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[personal profile] viklikesfic 2015-08-31 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks for all the kind comments and my apologies for the delay in getting the next bit posted!


Sophie Lestrade is not an interesting woman, but she is refreshingly brief. Unlike Sherlock's typical male clients, demanding detailed progress reports and collaboration on the strategy of how to seduce their wives, Mrs. Lestrade is not funding this venture with her own money, and seems happy to let Sherlock actually do his job, providing information on her husband as needed. After their daytime meeting, Sherlock is pleased to get a text from the other Lestrade in question, informing Sherlock that he has an update on the case of their mutual interest. It's been two weeks since they last met, but Sophie doesn't mind--in fact, approves of--his gradual, subtle strategy. She agrees that the Inspector might begin to suspect something if he applied a heavier hand. Sherlock has wrapped up another job in the interim, and arrives at the smart pub near Covent Garden in a pleasant mood.

"Emerson!" Lestrade calls out, waving him towards a booth. Sherlock smiles, lifts one hand in greeting, and orders an alcopop at the bar before heading over.

"Eurgh," Lestrade comments disdainfully as expected towards his drink, though he's smiling. "How do you stand that stuff?"

Sherlock shrugs. "I haven't quite developed a taste for beer," he 'admits,' taking advantage of the inclination for mentorship Lestrade displayed at the Yard by hinting a bit younger than his true age. Lestrade just grins and shakes his head.

"Better than too much of one, I suppose." He takes a sip from his own pint glass, just a bit of the foamy head clinging to his lip. "I have good news for you."

"You caught the killer," Sherlock states, more blunt than bashful, but Lestrade doesn't seem bothered. They both know now that Sherlock's techniques are rock-solid.

"Just as you said," he agrees. "Public record now, but I wanted to thank you personally. Sorry I couldn't speak sooner."

"No, of course," Sherlock defers. "Protocol."

"That old familiar bastard," Lestrade smiles. "Perhaps you're right to be wary of the bureaucracy involved in policework. But I'm sad we'll miss out on that brain of yours."

"Hmm," Sherlock smiles, nods discreetly towards the bar. "See that woman? Her fiancé is late to meet her, but she's expecting it. They both want to break it off, but neither wants to be the first to bring it up."

"Bollocks!" Lestrade exclaims cheerfully, shaking his head. "How could you possibly..."

"She's dressed for a date, but she doesn't keep checking the door or her mobile. She brought a book, so she expected a delay. Engagement ring is worn, not regularly cleaned nor is it new. She could have arrived early, but then she wouldn't have bothered to stay visible near the door. She's at least willing to entertain the possibility that he might be on time, but not counting on it. Too relaxed to be the doting woman trying to keep her man, but no one who's completely secure in her relationship drinks straight vodka this early in the evening. She's trying to get her courage up, again."

"Bloody hell. You barely looked at her."

"I only needed a moment," Sherlock responds brashly, forgetting to act. But Lestrade doesn't seem offended.

"Almost wish I could check your theory," he admits. "Now I'm curious."

"Might be able to, if we stay long enough," Sherlock counters. "May I buy you a meal, Inspector?"

"Ah... I suppose," Lestrade agrees. "My wife's off out this evening, so the alternative's a chippie."

"Ah. How disappointing," Sherlock teases. "I wouldn't have assumed you to be a man prone to stereotypes."

"Ah, I'm not really. I do cook -- did -- but I'm not great at cooking for one."

"Married young?"

"" Lestrade smiles wistfully. "But I held a surprising number of dinner parties for a bachelor. Good way to meet women."

Sherlock snorts. "I wouldn't know," he admits, dropping the hint but quickly moving past it. "Were you a sargeant, then?"

"For the most part, no. Was a PC until just before the wedding. That was a good year. What about you? Imagine a bloke like you went to public school," Lestrade suggests, nodding to Sherlock's crisply cut suit.


"And uni?"

"Dropped out," Sherlock admits honestly.

"Ah. What were you reading, then?"

"Chemistry at Cambridge. It didn't suit."

"But no interest in forensics?" Lestrade pokes.

"Interest? Certainly." Sherlock smiles. "I do my own research now. You could ring me, if you've got anything especially tricky."

"What?" Lestrade laughs. "Like a consultant?"

"Why not? You've seen what I can do." Sherlock nods casually towards the bar. He couldn't have timed it better, the woman now in a tense conversation with a well-dressed young High Street type, twisting her ring subconsciously. He looks back at Lestrade and gets a raised eyebrow.

"Not exactly standard practice. But I could offer you some...hypotheticals, if you like. Nothing too specific."

"Homework assignments?" Sherlock teases. "I did end my studies voluntarily, you know."

"And yet, you seemed rather excited to present your findings at the Yard," Lestrade points out. "Maybe you were just studying the wrong thing."

Sherlock laughs and flags down a waitress. By the time their food arrives, he's half-solved a "hypothetical" involving a drowning and a pair of fraternal twins, and he's almost forgot what he came here for in the first place. It's been a long time since he lost himself so much in the slow-and-steady initial phase of a case. John will get nervous, of course. Mrs. Hudson will say it's good for him. All's well that ends well, from Sherlock's perspective -- especially if he gets to solve a few murders in the wash.

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(Anonymous) 2015-08-31 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Great update! I love their banter here, and Sherlock's obvious pleasure in the discussion.
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[personal profile] fruitbat00 2015-09-02 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Oh god just found this and I am SO happy. There is not enough Sherstrade out there. I am loving the whole concept. Plus my fav pairing :) I look forward to seeing how Sherlock and Greg get on :)
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[personal profile] viklikesfic 2015-09-06 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
By two months in, it's five.

Lestrade keeps a busy schedule, and they only manage a few more pub meetings, but there are also occasional cryptic text messages, asking about an odd chemical formula or in one case, a collection of foreign cigarettes. Lestrade doesn't seem to care that he's technically a dropout, and Sherlock eagerly consumes the thought puzzles. By the time he's solved the fifth case, there's an item in the paper that he manages to goad Lestrade into admitting might have something to do with the second. Lestrade's quite careful with procedure, but Sherlock's finally got him comfortable enough to actually unofficially invite his new friend into a crime scene--after the police are done with it and there's not much to find, but still. After he makes a few observations that Lestrade will need to follow up on when he talks to witnesses, they migrate to a nearby pub.

"Ah, Christ, the rugby," Lestrade groans as they approach the door and the crowd smoking outside. "Sorry, lad, I didn't think. I'm more for footie. We could try to find somewhere else...?"

"No," Sherlock objects, relying on his impressive London geography that's already come up in their acquaintance. "There's nothing else close, and I'm thirsty. We can sit outside," he suggests, and leads the way in and towards the bar. He's partially motivated by how close they'll be able to stand with a sound reason once packed in by bodies, and he is a bit thirsty in fact. He orders an orange Bacardi Breezer to Lestrade's usual lager, and is just popping it open when a smirking bloke in London Irish colors shouts over the general din.

"You're a bit far off from the dance clubs here, sweetheart!" His mates laugh, and one of them reaches over and pokes Sherlock in the ribs.

"Give us a kiss, then!"

Sherlock feels Lestrade tighten next to him, but he quickly lets a blank mask fall into place, leaves a note on the bar for both their drinks, and walks back towards the door quickly enough that Lestrade has to follow to avoid getting lost in the crush of people. There's a sort of terrace around the side, empty as there's no view of the telly and it's not the most convenient place to smoke. He sits astride a metal chair and tips the bottle back, swallowing a third of the cold fizzy liquid in one go. The jibes are a perfect opening, as far as his character and his mission go, but they also affect him personally more than he’d like to admit. And since Lestrade doesn’t know that he is, technically, playing a role, he can let himself shadow in the sharp lines between fact and fiction, his genuine emotions choking out performance at least for this uncomfortable moment.

"Will, I--"

"Don't shorten my name. It's unnecessary," Sherlock responds, shortly, wishing for a ridiculous moment that Lestrade knew his real one.

"Sorry. Are you all right?"

"I don't know how to respond," Sherlock admits, soft and honest. "I never have known."

"You don't have to," Lestrade offers. "They're just tossers. Your choice of drink doesn't mean that you're gay."

"Will you still be comfortable working with me if I am?" Sherlock counters, looking up quickly and meeting Lestrade's gaze directly. Lestrade doesn't look away, but answers assuredly.


"Are you sure?" Sherlock counters, sensing an opportunity for bonding of a sort that might actually relate to his official reason for being here. Lestrade's the sort of man to be offended if his loyalty is questioned, he's learned.

"Of course I am. Why would you think otherwise?"

"You're a copper," Sherlock points out. "My disinterest in the police academy isn't just about paperwork," he grumbles. Lestrade sighs in response and tips his pint back, throat working as he takes a healthy chug.

"I'll give you that, lad. It isn't easy. But maybe better now. You could get through it."

"I'm a private person. It's never been as easy to hide as I would have liked it to be. Public school, as you deduced."

"Boys that age are all bastards, though. You could keep it to yourself if you wanted. I did."

Sherlock looks up, and does his best impression of shock. He's been acting far less with Lestrade than he normally does, but this is an important moment. "You're married!" he exclaims. "Married and faithful. I can tell."

Greg laughs. "And bisexual. You always say you tend to miss something."

"Really?" Sherlock shakes his head and grins a little. "I couldn't tell at all." In fact, he would have known within five minutes of acquaintance even without the dossier, but Lestrade seems pleased.

"I've been married a long time, lad. I don't imagine it's obvious to anyone.”

“Anyone else, no, certainly not. But they’re peons.”

“Humble as usual,” Greg teases. “Still, I can’t imagine even you can suss out someone’s sexuality by his shirt cuffs, if he’s not in regular practice as it were. Nothing especially different about you or I, aside from that.”

“Nothing to mark the homosexual fancy, you mean?” Sherlock restates, voice pitched low. He rolls his eyes. “Perhaps not in your case. You’re a copper, and you dress like most men.” He straightens his jacket to make a point. “I do not.”

“All right, but are you really well-dressed because you’re gay?” Lestrade challenges. “I doubt you went to the tailor for the first time thinking 'ah, right, I’d like to bugger a bloke up the arse, therefore only bespoke will do.’"

“Inspector!” Sherlock exclaims. Lestrade simply grins.

“Oh, wot? I’m not wrong, am I?"

“I went to the tailor for the first time when I was ten, so no, I wasn’t thinking about buggery."

“There you are, then. Perhaps the way you dress is about class, but that doesn’t tell anyone who you fancy, only how much money you have. Or how much your parents have,” Lestrade adjusts, raising his eyebrows.

“I earn my own money,” Sherlock cuts him off sharply, suddenly sobering and forgetting all about the plays he’s supposed to be making while they’re tipsy and talking about buggery. The remark cuts more than it should, much more than the earlier insults of the evening, coming from someone who’s actually starting to care about him—and a version of him that’s almost aligned with the truth, no less. Perhaps John’s right and there’s some advantage to courting women in his line of work. Less messy that way.

Leaving his bottle with a bit in the bottom, Sherlock abruptly stands. “I am not a schoolboy anymore, Inspector,” he warns, and Lestrade’s face sinks.

“Wait… William, I didn’t mean…"

“No,” he agrees, turning on his heel. “I’m sure you didn’t.” By the time he reaches the corner at his brisk pace and flags down a black cab, he wonders if the alcohol is affecting him more than usual. This will be the first case he’s bollocksed up, if indeed he has, but Sophie Lestrade can have her money back, for all he cares. His pride is worth that much.


I’m sorry.

I was an arse.


I know it wasn’t called for, I just can’t help habits… I’m not as observant as you, but I am a detective. Sometimes it gets me into trouble. I didn’t think research could pay for designer clothes.

I’m not convinced it’s any of your business what my research can or cannot pay for.

You’re right, it’s not. I’m really, really sorry. Pub, my shout?

I can pay my own way.

Of course. 7, then?

Will you bring something interesting?

:-) You drive a hard bargain. I think I’ll be able to, though.

Good. 7.

What Lestrade actually brings, along with a sheepish apology, is details of witness testimony related to the crime scene Sherlock had investigated previous to the incident at the pub. It’s not comprehensive enough to be going on, but it leads Sherlock down some new paths of investigation, and through that they get back on shaky but friendly footing. They meet again barely a week later, and by the end of the month, the case is ninety percent solved. Sherlock feels a kind of adrenaline rush when Lestrade brings him the news, and wonders what kind of damage he could do if he were actually allowed to participate in the work more directly. A celebratory drink turns into three, and Lestrade shouting along with the lyrics of an 80s power ballad that gets them more-or-less thrown out onto the street. As they’re stumbling along together, it’s entirely genuine whim that has Sherlock grabbing Lestrade's arm and pushing his wet mouth against Lestrade’s rough-stubbled neck. Lestrade laughs, pushes him away, but doesn’t scold him for it, and they both end up giggling. The next meeting isn’t awkward, and it’s clear that the half-kiss will be water under the bridge.

Aside from the job, Sherlock is rather concerned that he doesn’t want it to be.


“What is that?” John asks, scrubbing his hand over his hair and staring at the assemblage of gory crime scene photographs decorating the long sitting room wall over the sofa.

“Beheading!” Sherlock exclaims, eyes bright.

Really?” John looks vaguely ill, though he allows Sherlock all sorts of unusual organic material around the flat for his experiments. One of the reasons they’ve lived together successfully for several years, longer than Sherlock had stayed in any flat before, that. Certainly far longer than he ever expected a flatshare to last. But John does look a bit queasy as he inspects the images. Dull.

“Yes, really. Lestrade’s team has no idea what to make of it. He might even let me speak with a witness!"

“Heaven forbid.” Sherlock looks at him, though, and his smile is fond. “Is that even above board?”

“Unfortunately,” Sherlock sighs. “I’ll have to sign proper papers. May need Mycroft to tighten my alias a bit. I’d hate to owe him one, though.”

“I suppose it’s worth it,” John allows. “I don’t think I’ve seen you this excited since that heiress koshed her prat of a husband over the head with an antique vase.”

Sherlock smirks. “You were just as excited at the retelling, don’t lie.”

“He was a dick to you. You’re not the most polite person, but there’s no reason to poke fun at your abilities. I didn’t like him having you on.”

“He could have me any way he likes for the sum I charged for that case,” Sherlock points out. That had kept them in good takeaway for months, with Sherlock’s pricing model in play—meet the client first, determine level of annoyance involved, charge accordingly. The toff hadn’t blinked at the fee when Sherlock named it, but he’s still not entirely sure it was worth it.

“Still.” John frowns and points to one of the photographs, where half a page of something bright yellow is showing at the edge. “Is that an actual Batman #1? Christ. What I would’ve given for that when I was a kid.”

Comics. Typically pedestrian boyhood interest, Sherlock thinks, then frowns. “How rare is it?” he asks. “That issue.”

“No idea,” John admits. “But it’s worth a quarter of a million quid, easy.”

“Which means the sale would be traceable…” Sherlock beams, grabs John’s shoulders, and shakes him. “Fantastic!” he exclaims, then whips around to grab his phone and type out a text. Occasionally, it’s useful to be in the acquaintance of someone who actually pays attention to pop culture.

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(Anonymous) 2015-09-07 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Still loving this SO much!

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(Anonymous) 2015-09-07 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
Echoing anon above: still much love for this! What a great update (and a hot kiss). Keep up the good work, author!
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[personal profile] fruitbat00 2015-10-11 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
I lost the bookmark for this its taken me ages to find it again :) God I love this, love Sherlock blurring the lines a little with Lestrade. And the kiss, so cute both drunk and Lestrade not taking offence, lovely :) Sherlocks enjoying himeslf with Lestrade and the cases can't wait to see what heappens when they get closer. Looking forward to more. I have bookmarked it this time :) God I love Sherstrade.

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(Anonymous) 2015-11-14 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Just to say, still love this and very much hoping it's only on hiatus! It's a great Sherstrade fic.

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