G. Lestrade

Detective Inspector

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

I know the perfect endearment for you two: husband :3c

One day, maybe. Not yet. We’ve spoken about it but not yet. We’re both new to the whole long term relationship bit so we want to get used to that first.

[pilot-di-lestrade]

Mate!

[pilot-di-lestrade]

You are a cheating bastard, Sherlock Holmes!

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

Unbelievable. Absolutely un-bloody-believable. He claims not to want to play and then cheats his way to winning. If I didn’t love you so much I’d hate you right now!

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

I can’t believe you thought you could distract me from this injustice by kissing me. I’m not that easily persuaded, darling.

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

It was worth a try and I love you too (darling?).

And Gavin, for God’s sake, please stop ogling Molly, it is making Mike uncomfortable.

[pilotmikestamford]

Don’t drag me into this!

[pilot-di-lestrade]

I am not ogling Molly and my name is Greg!

[pilot-di-lestrade]

You are a cheating bastard, Sherlock Holmes!

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

Don’t tell Sherlock, but I’ve invited Greg, Mike and Molly around for a games night tonight. 

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

You did what?! 

[pilotmikestamford]

Oh, come on, Sherlock, it’ll be fun!

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

You and I have very different perspectives on what fun is. And who is Greg, anyway?

[pilot-di-lestrade]

Thanks, mate. Love you too.

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

how did you and lestrade meet? was he happy about you and john getting together?

Lestrade and I met during a case, a couple of years ago. I found the murderers he was looking for and he locked me up as a response - he thought I had to be involved because I was so well-informed about the scene. He quickly discovered his mistake when I deduced the state of his marriage. 

And considering his rather smug grin when he last saw us, I’d say that he is happy for us. 

[pilot-di-lestrade]

Ah, memories...

[pilot-di-lestrade]

@pilotscienceofdeduction, I know you said not to disturb you but we need you on this one. Sending you the details privately. Just take a look, alright?

[pilot-di-lestrade]

Mate, come on, seriously? It's been a week. @pilotjohnwatsonblog, pick up the phone.

[pilot-di-lestrade]

@pilotscienceofdeduction, I know you said not to disturb you but we need you on this one. Sending you the details privately. Just take a look, alright?

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

Seriously, @pilotscienceofdeduction what do you think about Irene being back?

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

I don’t care, John. You should know this by now.

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

But you’ve been moping for days. You’ve barely been speaking. You’ve been playing your damn violin constantly, staring at that phone all day- what about the texts?! How can you not care when you got text after text and couldn’t even reply once?

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

John. I don’t want to discuss this now.

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

When are we going to discuss it, Sherlock? When are we actually going to talk about who we are? What we are? We’ve been doing this… this thing for weeks and I never know what you’re feeling!

I think Irene made my feelings for you embarrassingly clear at Battersea and yet you continue to be this… enigma. God, I don’t even know if you like me? Or if you like her! Is that it? Are you in love with her, Sherlock? Was what we did just a game?

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

John… just look. 

I don’t care about her. I never have, not in that way. She is only a client to me. Can’t you see? It was all about you, as everything is since you walked into the lab and offered me your phone. I loathe to admit to any emotion but you terrify me. I’ve never - I only ever dreamt of what we have. What we could have. How much you mean to me. She means nothing to me, but she knew you meant everything. So when you started to make assumptions after she started texting me, I - I didn’t know how to tell you.

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

oh

[pilot-di-lestrade]

Jesus Christ, stop doing this on your bloody blogs and talk like regular adults. I’ll clear the boys out.

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

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Ever since we learned of Irene Adler’s death, Sherlock has been withdrawn. He barely eats. Doesn’t sleep - he plays the violin all bloody night, so yes, I know he doesn’t sleep - and he’s hardly talking to me. Or anyone.

He’s either sulking or he’s working on trying to get that bloody phone to unlock. I hate that we’ve still got the damn thing, it started the entire mess in the first place. But instead of letting Mycroft take the thing away so the professionals can have a look at it, it’s right here on the table. Like some sort of a reminder.

I need a drink.

Listen to this. He’s playing again. I think he wrote it himself. It’s not exactly happy, is it? I know he’s said he doesn’t care but - 

Well, she’s gone now. It doesn’t matter any more. We’re going to move on.

[pilot-di-lestrade]

My shift ends in two hours. Up for a pint?

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

Sorry I haven’t been on much, we’ve been busy with a few cases and they’ve got more media attention than we’re used to. That bloody hat Sherlock decided to wear has turned him into Hat-man (does that make me Robin?) and we’re trying to keep a slightly lower profile for a few days until it - hopefully - dies down.

[pilotmikestamford]

Nice pictures in the papers!

[pilot-di-lestrade]

We have them framed at the office:

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

Can someone please explain to @pilotscienceofdeduction that it’s only been 24 hours since he was drugged with an as yet unknown substance so no, we won’t be going out to Angelo’s for dinner?

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

John, I am fine!

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

Of course you are. Just like you were fine last night when you were trying to climb out of the window to chase that woman. Or when you tried - and failed - to seduce me (I prefer a coherent partner, remember that next time). Or when you thought it was a good idea to raid Mrs. H’s fridge. Naked. You’re absolutely fine. 

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

I hate you.

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

I know you do. Now stop whinging and listen to your doctor.

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

John, I know that this is a thinly veiled way to force me into another Bond night.

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

It doesn’t have to be Bond. You’ve never seen a Harry Potter film, either. Want to experience some witchcraft and wizardry?

[pilot-di-lestrade]

Wait, he doesn't know "Harry Potter"?! For a supposed genius, he really is rather clueless about some things, isn't he?

[pilot-di-lestrade]

sarahthecoat heeft gereageerd op je fotoset “pilotscienceofdeduction: This is her. I can’t disclose too much...”

@DI lestrade, her work may or may not be, but sticking a needle in sherlock without his consent can't possibly be. you may not be drug squad but i bet you know who is.

We already searched the place. There is nothing there. 

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

This is her. I can’t disclose too much information, but Irene Adler is proving herself to be a worthy opponent. 

[pilot-di-lestrade]

Well... that’s... well. 

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

There are no words to express my embarrassment for what happened yesterday evening. I can’t apologise enough for the posts I made last night while I was recovering. I can assure you that I normally use this blog for professional purposes only and these posts do not undermine my professionalism in any way. 

I’d delete them all but John keeps looking at them and laughing, so I shan’t.

[pilot-di-lestrade]

I don’t even know what I can say to this.

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

JjohN!!!!!! THE WOMAN. She’s here! Been here. Was here? Need you. Come back

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

jOHn where ARE YOU?????????????????????????

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

I’ll be back in a minute, you can go back to sleep if you want. I think there’s a set of pyjamas under my pillow, they’ll be a little too short but you’ll be more comfortable that way.

You know, you could have just called me instead of putting it on your blog. At least I have notifications on so I saw this right away.

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

Sherlock is now in my bed clutching on to my pyjamas like a teddy bear. I’d prefer him to actually get into the pyjamas but he looks too sweet to wake him up. 

And before you ask, no, I won’t be posting a picture.

[pilot-di-lestrade]

Oh, come on, John! Just one picture!

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

JjohN!!!!!! THE WOMAN. She’s here! Been here. Was here? Need you. Come back

[pilotscienceofdeduction]

jOHn where ARE YOU?????????????????????????

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

I’ll be back in a minute, you can go back to sleep if you want. I think there’s a set of pyjamas under my pillow, they’ll be a little too short but you’ll be more comfortable that way.

You know, you could have just called me instead of putting it on your blog. At least I have notifications on so I saw this right away.

[pilot-di-lestrade]

This is hilarious. John, do not let him delete these!

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

We’re on our way to a dominatrix’s house dressed as an obnoxious tourist couple - socks and sandals and the lot (can’t tell you why yet, just bear with me). Sherlock wanted to dress as a vicar but I thought it would be easier to get us both in if we acted as a couple asking for directions and a loo.

So that’s what we’re up to today, how’s your Wednesday morning?

[pilotjohnwatsonblog-blog]

Well, that certainly did not go to plan. Sherlock’s been drugged and is out of his mind chatting about nonsense. Greg got a video, I’ve told him not to post it but I wouldn’t be surprised if something ended up floating around the internet.

He’s heavier than he looks, lugging an uncooperative mess into a bed is more difficult than I imagined. I’m sat next to him in bed while he sleeps and he keeps murmuring that he needs something. I asked him what he meant but he just looked at me sharply (even high as a kite his looks can kill), sighed and grumbled “John.”

He’s started to snore now, I’ll leave him to it. I need a cuppa.

[pilot-di-lestrade]

I’m not going to ask.