Fic: Unintentionally
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drachenminaTitle: Unintentionally
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drachenmina
Word count: 221(b)
Pairing: Sherlock/Lestrade
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I disclaim everything but a worrying obsession with getting middle-aged detectives some action.
AN: It has been brought to my attention that some people think this is a one-ship fandom. This is quite clearly heresy of the first order.
Kisses for the beta to the lovelyblooms84
Greg frowns. "Where's Sherlock?"
Donovan smirks, her pretty face turned ugly with malice. "Sorry, sir. Freak's gone. Must've been desperate to get home and shag his new boyfriend."
Oh, for fuck's sake. "They're not shagging. Did he say anything before he left?"
She shrugs. Uninterested.
"Dammit, Donovan, this could be important! Tell me exactly what happened before he left." Because he doesn't believe Sherlock left because he was bored. Not this case. No, he left because he'd seen something. Worked something out. Whatever.
And knowing Sherlock, it was the key to the whole bloody case.
"Donovan, I'm waiting."
Her face twists. "With respect, Sir, I wasn't listening. Because I don't want to hear what those two have to say to each other. Sir."
"Oh, for—next time, when Sherlock speaks, you listen, right?"
"Oh, yeah?" Donovan counters, shoulders back. "You know what I think? I think your pet freak's finally found someone who gets off on crime scenes as much as he does, and I'll give you three guesses what the pair of them are up to right now!"
Greg's fists clench. "For the last time, Sherlock Holmes is not shagging Dr Watson! He's shagging me. Got that? Not Watson. Me."
He pauses, breathing hard. Realises what he's just said.
He's just outed himself to his whole bloody team.
"Oh, bollocks."
Author:
drachenminaWord count: 221(b)
Pairing: Sherlock/Lestrade
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I disclaim everything but a worrying obsession with getting middle-aged detectives some action.
AN: It has been brought to my attention that some people think this is a one-ship fandom. This is quite clearly heresy of the first order.
Kisses for the beta to the lovely
blooms84Greg frowns. "Where's Sherlock?"
Donovan smirks, her pretty face turned ugly with malice. "Sorry, sir. Freak's gone. Must've been desperate to get home and shag his new boyfriend."
Oh, for fuck's sake. "They're not shagging. Did he say anything before he left?"
She shrugs. Uninterested.
"Dammit, Donovan, this could be important! Tell me exactly what happened before he left." Because he doesn't believe Sherlock left because he was bored. Not this case. No, he left because he'd seen something. Worked something out. Whatever.
And knowing Sherlock, it was the key to the whole bloody case.
"Donovan, I'm waiting."
Her face twists. "With respect, Sir, I wasn't listening. Because I don't want to hear what those two have to say to each other. Sir."
"Oh, for—next time, when Sherlock speaks, you listen, right?"
"Oh, yeah?" Donovan counters, shoulders back. "You know what I think? I think your pet freak's finally found someone who gets off on crime scenes as much as he does, and I'll give you three guesses what the pair of them are up to right now!"
Greg's fists clench. "For the last time, Sherlock Holmes is not shagging Dr Watson! He's shagging me. Got that? Not Watson. Me."
He pauses, breathing hard. Realises what he's just said.
He's just outed himself to his whole bloody team.
"Oh, bollocks."
