The chatter of the train station was almost deafening. The whoosh eminating from the train breaks. The cumulative sound of people talking. I looked around, looking for the one person I was most excited to see.
"Grace?" I turned and saw him. Greg Lestrade, my big brother. I dropped my suitcase and hugged him.
"Greg! Oh you've gone gray!" I tousled his hair.
"You've gone blonde!" He said, repeating my actions.
"I know, It just happened!" I laughed. "So Greg, when are you going to tell me the real reason I'm here?"
'I told you! I just wanted to see you."
"How stupid do you think I am?" I asked, looping my arm through his. He sighed.
'I need your help with a case."
"Greg..." I started. "I quit for a reason."
'I know that, but I could really use your help." I sighed.
"What's the case?"
~~~Sherlock~~~
I stared at the ceiling as I heard the door open. I lifted the gun and shot the wall a few more times.
"What the HECK are you doing?!" John asked, covering his ears.
'Bored."
"What?"
'Bored!" I stood and shot it again. "Bored!" Behind the back. "Bored!" Before handing the gun to John, who emptied it. "i don't know what's got into the criminal classes. It's a good job I'm not one of them."
"So you take it out on the wall?"
'The wall had it coming." I explained, touching the bullet hole. I flopped down onto the couch.
"What about that Russian case?"
"Belarus-Open and shut, domestic murder-not worth my time."
"Oh shame. Anything in? I'm starving." He opened the fridge, saw my experiment and shut it again. "Oh!... There's a head. A severed head!"
"Just tea for me thanks." I told him.
"There's a head in the fridge."
"Yes?"
'A bloody head."
"Where else was I supposed to put it? You don't mind, do you?" I asked, not really caring the answer. "I got it from Bart's Morgue. I'm measuring the coagulation of saliva after death. I see you've written up the taxi driver case."
'Yes."
"A study in Pink? Nice."
"Well, you know, Pink lady, pink case, pink phone, there was a lot of pink. Did you like it?" He inquired.
"Um...no."
"Why not? I thought you'd be flattered."
"Flattered? 'Sherlock sees through everything and everyone in seconds. What's incredible though is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things."I pointed out.
'Now hang on, I didn't mean it like-"
'Oh you meant spectacularly ignorant in a nice way? Look, It doesn't matter to me whose the prime minister or who's sleeping with who-"
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Saving Grace(A Sherlock/BBC Fan-fiction)
FanfictionGrace Lestrade: The youngest of the Lestrade children. She's beautiful, smart, and the kindest person anyone would ever have the good fortune to meet. Sherlock Holmes: The youngest of the Holmes brothers. He's arrogant, insensitive, and the rudest p...