Lestrade x reader - a little confidence
Walking up the stairs, you kicked the door to the flat open and everybody inside turned to look at you as you leant against the doorway, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Took your time getting here.”
You said nothing and you stepped aside so Mrs Hudson could come in.
“(Y/N) how many times do I have to tell you, helmet off inside.” She scolded.
“I’ll be quick, what you want?” You asked.
“You got the text.”
You grumbled pulled one of your gloves off, reaching into your pocket your tossed the packet of cigarettes at Sherlock.
“Don’t give him them!” John scolded.
“Means he stops pestering me.” You shrugged.
You pulled your glove back on and looked around the room, walking over to Mycroft you leant forward and flicked his forehead making him roll his eyes.
Then you walked over and did the same thing to Sherlock.
“Who’s this stiff?” You asked John.
“Greg Lestrade, works for Scotland Yard.”
You nodded your head a little bit and looked him up and down from under the visor of your helmet and turned back to Sherlock.
“Stop texting me.”
“Stop ignoring me.”
You stuck your middle finger up at him and you made your way back to the door.
“Later!”
You jogged back down the stairs and they heard you revving your bike outside before you sped away.
“Who the hell was that?” Lestrade asked.
“That would be their sister, Sherlocks twin in fact.” Mrs Hudson smiled.
“Didn’t know you had a sister.”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know.” Mycroft said.
The moment you left the flat you could feel your phone buzzing in your pocket, letting you know Sherlock was demanding you do something else.
So you chose to ignore it, and you went back to what you were doing.
For the next week you carried on ignoring your brother up until the point he came by your flat just as you were about to leave.
“What Sherlock?” You snapped.
“You know what this is.”
He held out a phone and you took it, turning around on your motorbike, you resting your back against the handles and a foot on the seat.
“Yeah I know what this is why.”
“I know you know, I want you to take me there.”
You handed the photo back to your twin, and you sighed a little bit.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you’re heading there now, and we can’t get in without you. And whatever this is, it’s linked to our case and we can only find it there.”
“Sherlock is trying to nicely ask if you would please take us to the scrapyard you go to so we can have a look for ourselves.”
You looked at John and you shrugged a little bit, picking your helmet off the floor.
“Yeah okay. But you two owe me one, and I’ll be cashing it in at some point. Plus you can’t get in Sherlock but John can, people just don’t like you.”
You gestured for Sherlock to get on your friends bike and for John to get on yours and you gave him the spare helmet sitting nearby.
Heading to the scrapyard, you noticed Lestrade was waiting for you three, and you gestured for him to follow you around the corner where you stopped your bike.
You gestured to the large wall of junk.
“Have fun, don’t talk to anyone and don’t snoop.” You said.
“Wait, wait, you can’t just leave us here.” John protested.
“Why not?” You asked.
“John you’re looking for empathy in the wrong person. She has a better understanding of human emotions, but anything other than anger and you’re not going to get far.” Sherlock said.
“I swear to god I will break your nose again Sherlock.”
He shrugged a little and went quiet as he inspected the wall with John and Lestrade awkwardly looked around the scrapyard.
You heard some bikes coming closer, and you reached out, grabbing his jacket you pulled him back without looking up from your phone and they went speeding past.
“Blood hell!” He yelled.
You let him go.
“Don’t go standing in the middle of the track then.”
“Is this even legal?” He asked.
“Private land, so yeah.”
“Who owns then?”
You pulled something up on your phone and handed it over to him.
“I do.”
Lestrade inspected the documents and he handed the phone back to you.
“You still have to abide by traffic laws.”
“Not on land owned by me I don’t.”
You went back to scrolling through your phone and Lestrade crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at you.
Clad in jeans, boots, leather jacket, gloves and helmet.
There was absolutely no way he could pick a single identifying point about you, you just hid yourself away from the world behind your helmet.
“Who’s got access to the yard?” Sherlock asked.
“Bunch of people, go to the office at the front if you want anything I’m not your receptionist.”
With that you got on your bike and sped away, and that was the last they saw if you for the day.
Though Lestrade did start seeing more off you either at the flat or out and about.
And today was no different, you were sitting by a curb and he happened to be walking past so he stopped and looked at her.
“Hello (Y/N).” He smiled.
You put your phone away and looked at him, still wearing your helmet.
“Lestrade.” You greeted.
“I haven’t seen you around the flat for a while, did you and Sherlock fall out or?”
“I’m just ignoring him to be honest.” You shrugged.
Lestrade laughed a little and stepped back as you got off your bike and took they keys out and stuffed them into your pocket.
“Why you out this way?” You asked.
He held up a paper bag.
“Best coffee in the area. What about you? Thought you lived at the scrapyard.”
You hummed a little and shook your head.
“I don’t, but I’m only here cause damn bike broke down, waiting for someone to bring some stuff to fix it.”
“Well I can wait with you if you’d like, this isn’t really a great place to be broken down in.”
“Don’t you have places to be?”
He shook his head.
“Day odd actually, so I don’t.”
You shrugged a little and gestured to the coffee shop he just came out off and you both walked inside and you ordered a drink then sat down.
Lestrade sat down opposite you, and you pulled your gloves off, setting them aside then you pulled you helmet off and set that aside too.
Glancing at your bike, you picked up a menu and read through debating on something to eat.
“Keep staring, maybe it’ll make it less creepy.” You said.
He quickly looked away.
“Sorry..”
You smirked a little bit and set the menu down, leaning back as you folded your arms over your chest.
“Expect me to look like some monster?” You asked.
“N..no..” he mumbled.
You smirked a little more.
“Are you embarrassed detective?”
“No…”
He looked at you but quickly looked away once more.
You thanked the man that brought your coffee over, and you glanced at you bike to check on it.
“So, Lestrade, if it’s your day off, why come all this way for coffee?”
“I was avoiding your brother too and he knows where I live.”
“First mistake, never let Sherlock Holmes know where you live.”
“He knows where you live.”
“He knows where I keep bike and my tools and all, not where I live, Mycroft keeps that hidden for me.”
Lestrade looked at you.
“So you have two flats?
“Yup, pretty handy actually.”
“And you just happen to have two flats?”
“Mycroft went into government work, Sherlock solves cases to pass time, I own a series of houses and business across the city.”
“How did you manage that?”
“We come from a wealthy family and I wanted to expand my money and spend life actually having fun unlike my stuck up brothers.”
Lestrade smiled and chucked a little bit, nodding his head.
“Doesn’t it keep you busy?”
“Nah, just hire a few people to handle everything, I only come in when there’s real big issues.”
Lestrade nodded again.
“Didn’t think you would be a landlord and business person.”
“You think I got my money from crime?”
“No.”
You hummed a little, nodding your head as you sipped at your coffee.
“Go on, tell me what you found when you searched my name in your system.”
“How did you..?”
“Mycroft.”
“Of course. I didn’t find much, a few DUIs, and something about vandalism?”
“Oh yeah I smashed up one of my bars because I wanted to redo it. The person that rents it didn’t like and it tried to have me done for forgetting I own the place.”
Lestrade nodded his head a little and you leant back in your seat again.
You and Lestrade continued to talk until your friends arrived and you left.
And you began to see him more often, usually by accident, but sometimes he would come just to talk to you.
And since you enjoyed making him embarrassed, you had no issue with this.
It had become a game to you at this point, see how embarrassed you could make Lestrade before the pair of you parted ways.
It was like clockwork for you now, but you had been busy for a few weeks now and hadn’t seen him.
You were working on your bike and you were sitting on the floor when you heard someone approaching.
“Thought you were avoiding me.”
You looked up and pushed yourself from the ground, wiping your hands on your jeans.
“I’ve been busy, what’s up?”
Lestrade sighed a little bit and you gestured for him to sit on the step while you leant against the wall next to him.
“Divorce finally went through a few weeks ago.”
You nodded your head.
“At least you can put yourself out there again you know? Find someone better and all that.”
“I don’t know if I want to.”
“You don’t have to, completely your choice what you do, but the way I see it is make the most of this.”
Lestrade looked at you before looking away.
“Look Greg, at the end of the day you can sit and mope around about it, or you can start meeting people, getting a feel for things. No one says you got to date them, but you’ve basically been single for like a year now, just get back into the swing of things. Get a feel for what kinda person you’d date and crap like that.”
Lestrade nodded a little.
“I understand what you’re saying, I guess… I wouldn’t know where to start.”
You grinned a little and clasped your hand on his shoulder.
“Shove some drinks down you and you’ll be right as rain.”
He laughed and shook his head as he looked up at you.
“That’s your solution for everything.”
“I have issues.”
He smiled a little bit and you looked at him.
“What is it?”
“What if there is a women I’d like to be involved with but not sure how she would take the news?”
You hummed a little and took a small breath.
“Yeah that ain’t my thing, ask him.”
You whistled to get the attention of the biker that just pulled up and you waved him over.
“Ry is this Greg, he needs relationship advice and I suck at that so like help him.”
With that you walked away back to your bike, to carry on fixing it.
When you were done, you put everything back in the tool box and you poured some water some the bottle and wiped them on your shirt to clean them.
Pushing your bike next to the other, you walked back over and grabbed your tool box, setting it by the stairs and both men went quiet and looked at you.
“What?”
“Nothing, I’ll take this up I need to grab something anyway.” Ry said.
You shrugged and tossed him the flat key and you leant against the wall as you took your phone out your pocket.
You stood there quietly for a few minutes and Lestrade stood up, so you put your phone in your pocket and looked at him.
“Leaving?”
“Something else actually.”
You looked at him, and he just looked away with a small huff.
Smirking a little, you grabbed him by his tie and pulled him down to be eye level with you.
“W..what are you doing..?”
“What you’re apparently to chicken shit to do.”
You leant forward and connected your lips with his before you pulled away and left him go, putting your hand on his chest to pushing him back a step.
“Seriously Greg, you need to just be confident for once.”
“I.. how..?”
“Ry texted me when he went upstairs.”
Lestrade nodded a little and he took a step back over, taking your face between his hands he kissed you again.
Then he pulled away.
“Is that confident enough?”
“Try again.” You smirked.
He smiled a little and leant down again to kiss you, and you placed your hand on the back of his head to hold him there before a little longer before you let him move away.
“So… do you want to get something to eat..?” He asked nervously.
“And there goes all that confidence.”
He huffed a little and looked away and you smirked at him.
“Go on, lead the way.”
He grinned and began to walk and you picking up your jacket, tossing it on as you walked along side of him with a little smirk on your face
