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You: [wrong number] I don't know how much longer I can hide this from him. -GL [fem]
Stranger: Oh, god, I do hope you did not intentionally send me that. SH
You: God no. No, I was texting someone else, and you apparently got it by mistake. I would say sorry, but your look of horror is probably priceless. -GL
Stranger: Your sexual fantasies about my brother are most likely not hidden. I've deduced them entirely too easy. Surely he has noticed as well. SH
You: I spend very little time with your brother since I started thinking like that. They aren't all sexual, by the way. Although there is that one about us in his car...-GL
Stranger: Lestrade, if you send me another text in which you complete that thought I will make it my personal job to strangle you in your sleep. SH
You: I'd like to see you try. I'm a light sleeper. No, I won't complete the thought, however, even though you've probably deduced everything. -GL
Stranger: Unfortunately. SH
You: Um, so I could hardly have traumatized you more by saying what I was thinking. -GL
Stranger: [delay] Sherlock told me that you needed to talk? JW
You: Did he have a look of abject horror? If so, please tell me you took a picture. -GL
Stranger: Very much so, and sadly, no, he disappeared to his room before I could. JW
You: Damn. Oh well, there's always next time. I was going to text you anyway. I slipped and sent it to him instead though. -GL
Stranger: What was it about, then? I can't think of anything that would make him look so distraught. JW
You: I was talking about Mycroft, and I started to describe one of the sexual fantasies Sherlock deduced that I have. -GL
Stranger: Ah. That would do it. Was it the car one you told me at the pub last week when you were drunk? JW
You: Yeah. He threatened to strangle me in my sleep. -GL
Stranger: Ha. He uses that one on me a lot. JW
You: Which fantasies do you describe to get him to say that to you? -GL
Stranger: Once I told him I fancied his brother. The other time, he deduced I had a wank in the shower and the only thing to do was to tell him in excruciating detail what I was imagining. JW
You: Oh God, I would /kill/ to have seen his face after that. Do you fancy Mycroft? I thought your tastes ran towards the other Holmes twat. -GL
Stranger: Oh, he's all yours, don't worry. And I'm not going to bother commenting on the second half of that text. JW
You: Good, I don't need to be competing with 'Three Continents Watson'. Why aren't you commenting? -GL
Stranger: I could definitely give you a run for your money if I wanted ;) And, because we've had this conversation before. There's nothing between Sherlock and I. JW
You: You haven't seen me out of my work clothes doctor. And I know, but it is fun to needle you a bit. -GL
Stranger: For all you know, I've imagined it. You're just as bad as everyone else, though. JW
You: You and every other bloody man I've worked with. I'm not just as bad. I honestly know you two aren't like that, I just love messing with you. Everyone else believes you're soulmates. -GL
Stranger: In my defense, it was only toward the beginning when I first met you and didn't know you well. Now that we're friends it'd be strange. Not that you're not attractive, but you understand? JW
You: I understand, don't worry. I had a few thoughts about you too. The whole 'handsome ex-army doctor' bit. I was distracted by a handsome politician though. -GL
Stranger: I don't blame you. He is a bit handsome. JW
Stranger: Though don't mistake that for me not being utterly wounded that your attraction to me didn't last longer. JW
You: Oh, Doctor Watson, I need you to make a housecall immediately. I am absolutely /perishing/ for want of you. -GL
Better? -GL
Stranger: Much. Cheers. JW
Stranger: So when was the last time you saw Mycroft? JW
You: Good. -GL
Hell, it was...three, nearly four months ago. I've been avoiding him. -GL
Stranger: Yes, that is definitely the best way to go about getting a leg over. Just send him a text. Ask him out for coffee or something. JW
You: Well, I want a bit more than just getting a leg over. Although that sounds fantastic. Posh bloke like him though...-GL
Stranger: He's got that bit of public school in his accent, doesn't he? JW
Stranger: And still, I stand by what I said. Text him. See what happens. Worst case scenario he gets you reassigned to Siberia, or something. JW
You: Who would give the mad wanker you live with cases if I was reassigned to Siberia? -GL
You: And it's more than a /bit/ of public school in his accent. -GL
Stranger: Definitely not Sally, who I'm assuming would get your job. JW
You: She's next in line, so yeah. You really think I should text him? -GL
Stranger: I do. You're a DI, Lestrade. Surely you've got the balls to send the man a text. JW
You: You haven't the balls to ask out that bird you've been flirting with, so you don't have room to criticize, Watson. -GL
Stranger: Which bird are you referring to? JW
You: With you, it seems to change quite a bit, 'Bachelor' John Watson. -GL
Stranger: That bloody moniker. At least the tabloids haven't gotten hold of the 'Three Continents Watson' one yet. And I never said I was looking to ask anyone out. I, unlike you, am solely on the market for getting a leg over currently. JW
You: Because you have an arrogant, antisocial, asexual wanker at home who prevents you from doing more than getting a leg over. I'm looking for something a bit more settled. I can find a quick shag any time. Mycroft's actually a keeper. -GL
Stranger: Christ, you are so far gone on him. JW
You: Oh shut it, or I'll leak the 'Three Continents Watson' nickname to the tabloids. -GL
Stranger: I dare you. I've still got the picture from the new year's party where Sherlock kissed you to prove a point. I can't imagine how the public would feel about you letting an amateur in on cases simply because of your love for him. JW
You: Please. I have a picture of Sherlock snogging /you/ when he was high during that Adler mess. I think they would latch onto that more. I can already see the headlines. 'Love blossoming in 221b'. -GL
Stranger: Bugger. I thought you'd deleted that. JW
You: Nope. I keep a comprehensive store of blackmail. -GL
Stranger: I'll have to have Sherlock destroy all of it at some point. JW
You: He's been looking since about two years after I started consulting him, and he hasn't found it yet. -GL
Stranger: You are an absolutely evil woman. JW
You: Yes, yes I am. Glad to see you've finally noticed. -GL
Stranger: You and Mycroft will be perfect together. JW
You: Imagine the blackmail /he/ has on you two. Do you really want us to join forces? -GL
Stranger: Come to think of it, he's probably not the best bloke you could fine. Most of his work is done from a desk, so he'd be hardly in great shape. Surely you'd want someone with some stamina. JW
You: Mm, I think he would have a lot of stamina. He doesn't waste his energy on legwork, so he has more for other things. And he exercises, so he's in good shape for a man his age. -GL
Stranger: Sherlock always says he's not, but of course he's biased. Not to mention that he's so in shape from running about London like a madman, so in comparison I tend to take Sherlock's side. JW
You: Sherlock's thin as a whippet and energetic as a greyhound. I like knowing that after a hard day's work, we'll sometimes be able to just sit together. He's calm enough to not constantly need something to do. -GL
Stranger: Yeah, but Sherlock keeps things exciting. I think I'd much prefer him. JW
Stranger: Right. I'm just going to stop talking now. JW
Stranger: Do you even have Mycroft's number? JW
You: In all honesty, you two are basically near enough to being married. Without the paperwork and shagging. -GL
Of course I have Mycroft's number. His personal and work ones. We were friends before I started avoiding him. -GL
Stranger: He goes for people who are good at what they do, according to Sherlock. I can't see any reason he wouldn't fancy you. JW
You: I'm a grey, divorced DI who spends far too much time working. And apparently have absolute nutters for friends. -GL
Stranger: He spends far too much time working too. And don't even start about your grey hair. It is bloody gorgeous. JW
You: You're my friend, you are obligated to say that. -GL
I'll just text him. If worst comes to worst, I won't have to see him again. -GL
Stranger: ((Brb))
You: ((Okay))
Stranger: I swear, that compliment was coming entirely from the John Watson that was incredibly attracted to you when we first met.
Do that. I don't think it'll be all that bad. And then, if you're free tonight, we could go to the pub to either celebrate what happened with you and Mycroft, or help you promptly forget it. JW
You: Thanks. -GL
And, if it turns out that I need to forget it, I can just go back to looking for quick shags. I always find a few when we go to the pub. -GL
Stranger: Too bad Sherlock's got his nose in some experiment. He comes in handy on the days I drag him to the pub, pointing out potentially shags. Usually by the end of the night he drags me away before anything can happen, but still. JW
Stranger: *potential
You: I'll help you find a good one. Also, there's a new constable on my team, I'll introduce you to her if you strike out. Here goes nothing, I guess. -GL
Stranger: Ta. And good luck. JW
You: Thanks. -GL
[to Mycroft] Hi. You busy? -GL
Stranger: [delayed] Not particularly. How may I be of assistance? MH
You: I'm wondering what world leader you're ignoring to talk to me now. Anyway. I wanted to know if you wanted to go out for coffee. -GL
Stranger: I assure you, it is no one of immediate importance. As for your offer, that would be lovely. How does tomorrow afternoon work for you? MH
You: Of course not. And tomorrow will be great. I have a short day, just covering part of someone else's shift really. I'll be out by noon. -GL
Stranger: I will be available at 12:30. MH
You: Sounds good. Where do you want to meet? -GL
Stranger: Where do you usually prefer to get your coffee? MH
You: I usually end up getting it from the break room at the Yard, because there's too much going on to go anywhere else. I don't think that's what you mean though. -GL
Stranger: Not exactly. There is a café not too far from the Yard that I find has the best coffee around. MH
You: We can go there then. Tomorrow at 12:30 then? -GL
Stranger: Yes. I look forward to it. MH
You: I do too. I haven't seen you too much in the past few months. -GL
Stranger: Strangely it has appeared that you were attempting to avoid me. MH
You: They always said that you were the smart one. Speaking of which, which one of you Holmes boys is the smarter one? -GL
Stranger: You will have to wait for our date to get the answer, assuming that it will be a date. MH
You: I believe that would depend on you Mycroft. I'd actually like the answer now though, see how badly I embarrassed myself before I started avoiding you. -GL
Stranger: The answers to both of your questions are that I would prefer it to be a date, and that I have two IQ points on my younger brother, much to his dismay. MH
You: I'd like it to be a date too, and God, Sherlock probably hates that. So, if he's figured something out in, say, a passing glance...-GL
Stranger: You are an intelligent and competent officer. I will let you finish that thought yourself. MH
You: Intelligent and competent and apparently rubbish at hiding things from Holmeses. -GL
Stranger: I would agree on all parts. MH
You: Such a modest man, aren't you? -GL
Stranger: Quite. Though I must admit that I feared I myself was transparent in my attraction to you, Ms. Lestrade. MH
You: You are anything but transparent Mr. Holmes. You're a closed book full of ciphers and codes. -GL
Stranger: In my time I have found that is the best way for me to stay. MH
You: In my time, I've found that it's best to have someone who knows the codes and can help you when needed. -GL
Stranger: Perhaps. MH
You: Definitely. It's half of the reason I go to the pub with John. -GL
Stranger: I was under the impression those outings were more for the purpose of getting inebriated. MH
You: Getting drunk, getting a leg over, having a heart to heart...those outings serve many purposes. -GL
Stranger: I see. MH
You: Hm? -GL
Stranger: I hope that you will pause your endeavors in finding a pub stranger to 'get a leg over' for the time being. MH
You: I just had a laugh imagining you saying that. -GL
Stranger: I am glad you found it entertaining. MH
Stranger: Unfortunately, I have some business I need to attend to, but I will see you tomorrow. MH
You: It was entertaining. I promise not to shag anyone when I go to the pub tonight. -GL
See you tomorrow Mycroft. -GL
Stranger: I appreciate the promise, thank you. Have a good evening, Detective Inspector. MH
You: You're welcome. Have a good evening, Mr. Holmes. -GL
Stranger: So? Have you texted him yet? JW
You: I just got done talking to him, yeah. -GL
Stranger: And? JW
You: And what? -GL
Stranger: Are you off to Siberia, or do you have a date? JW
You: I'm not off to Siberia, and I promised to not try to find a stranger to get a leg over. -GL
Stranger: All good news, then. JW
You: Very good news, apparently. -GL
Stranger: Congrats. Told you it was a good idea. JW
You: Well, we'll have to see if that theory holds up tomorrow, but yes. -GL
Stranger: I bet he'll have signed over ownership to part of the country by tomorrow night. JW
You: Who would he be signing over ownership of the country to? -GL
You: [still typing?]
Stranger: You, of course. JW
Stranger: ((nope, I figured it didn't go through and just resent it. did you get it that time?))
You: [Yeah, thanks]
You: Why would he sign over ownership of the country to me? I mean, I know I'm a great shag, but still. -GL
Stranger: Oi, don't be getting cocky on me, Lestrade. If he did, I'd say it was because he's just as far gone on you as you are on him. JW
You: That's not me being cocky, Watson, that's the truth. If we weren't friends and I didn't have a date, I would prove it. -GL
Stranger: Can you imagine if I came home looking well shagged and obviously straight from your flat? That would drive Sherlock up the bloody wall. JW
You: It drives Sherlock made when you go home looking well shagged period. He's camped out at mine before. -GL
Stranger: Really? I always assumed he just went to the lab. I didn't know it bothered him that much. JW
You: Sherlock prefers to delete any and all mentions of sex, from what I've seen, especially when it comes to you. -GL
Stranger: Huh. Think he's jealous? JW
You: Not about the sex, I don't think. You could shag half of London and it wouldn't bother him. -GL
Stranger: That's good. I'm not sure I could make it through half of London, but the sentiment stands. JW
You: It would be a bit ambitious, even for you. However, there is a reason Sherlock's chased all of your girlfriends away. -GL
Stranger: I have a feeling you're going to tell me what it is. JW
You: I don't know for sure, he's never really told me in so many words. Neither have you, really, but it's not hard to see. -GL
Stranger: [delayed] My mad flatmate shouldn't be the one talked about so much as his brother, right now. JW
Stranger: Where are you meeting Mycroft? JW
You: I can multitask, and you know you can't run from this forever. -GL
A cafe near the Yard. -GL
Stranger: I can run as much as I'd bloody well like to, thanks. When's this date of yours? I can't remember if you've said or not. JW
You: I haven't said, and I'm not going to until we talk about this. Tonight's pub night, we'll have a few drinks and discuss our fucked up love lives. All part of being with Holmeses or being interested in them. -GL
Stranger: Fucked up indeed. Sounds like a plan. JW
You: Perfect. Same time and place as usual? -GL
Stranger: Yep. Get the booth in the back, if you get there before me. JW
You: I will, and I'll get our usual. We'll need the alcohol for this conversation. -GL
Stranger: Lots of alcohol. You're buying. JW
You: Says who? -GL
Stranger: Says the man without a date. JW
You: You have a date. He's probably microwaving eyeballs or dissecting a liver or something. -GL
Stranger: Piss off. I'll buy the third round? JW
You: As usual. I'll see you then. -GL
Stranger: You too. JW
Stranger: John got to the bar a bit later than he intended to, and slid into the book where his friend was waiting. "Sorry," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Sherlock and I had a bit of fight. Took a few minutes to sort out." He pulled off his coat and leaned on the table.
Stranger: ((brb, sorry!))
You: Grace got to the pub, ordering their usual and going to their booth in the back. She settled in, looking around the pub while she waited for John. She passed him his drink, rolling her eyes and chuckling. "I guess we picked a good time to have this conversation then."
You: [Okay]
Stranger: John took a big sip, swallowed, wiped the foam from his lip with his arm. "I've got to get at least one beer in me before that happens." He curled one hand into a fist on the table and flexed it, visibly relaxing himself. "So how's work going?"
You: "If it helps, I know you don't want to shag him," Grace offered, taking a sip of her beer and running a hand through her hair. "And he doesn't want to shag you. Work's been good. Quiet, mostly paperwork. There haven't been any Sherlock cases thankfully."
Stranger: John watched as she pushed a hand through her hair, not wanting to comment yet. "That's good, then. Must mean you guys have everything under control." He nodded and had another sip of his drink. "It is pretty, by the way. Your hair. I wasn't taking the piss before."
You: Grace nodded, letting the comment go for the time being. "Despite what certain consultants insinuate, my team isn't full of idiots. If we don't get a difficult case soon, I'll need to placate him with a cold case, but we're managing things at the Yard pretty well at the moment." She didn't touch the comment on her hair.
Stranger: John chuckled. "I know you're not an idiot. We're just all idiots in comparison to Holmeses." He shrugged, kicking her lightly under the table. "Speaking of, I was promised the date of your rendez-vous with the elder Holmes."
You: "I promised that in return for another conversation," Grace reminded him, kicking him back and taking another sip of her beer. "Tomorrow afternoon. We're going for coffee in a cafe near the Yard."
Stranger: John raised his eyebrows as he had a drink "Soon. Wow. He must really fancy you." He cleared his throat. "I don't think I want to shag Sherlock, no. I've, well, I've thought about it. But." John rubbed a hand over his forehead. "Objectively, he is gorgeous."
You: "He's the one who suggested tomorrow, so I hope he fancies me," Grace said, before sighing. "Objectively, I agree, Sherlock is gorgeous. You really don't want to shag him though. You want to be with him, forcing food on him and keeping him from getting himself killed, forever."
Stranger: "So what does that mean, then?" John asked, fingers drumming against his drink. "Who even knows what he wants? And how would that even work? What would we be, platonic life partners?" He stared into his beer, brow furrowed.
You: Grace thought about it, sipping her drink. "I've known Sherlock for about five years longer than you have. I saw him through the drug thing, rehab, and beginning consulting. In all that time, he's never cared about someone as much as he does about you. That, I've noticed and he's told me in bits and pieces."
Stranger: John pressed his lips together, mulling that over in his head. He knew that, sort of, but it still was reassuring to hear. He looked up after a moment and had a sip of beer, mostly for something to do before responding. He had a few ideas of things to say, about caring for him as well, or disagreeing, but instead blurted out, "What has he told you?"
You: Grace smiled, shaking her head. "You're the only one who consistently manages to surprise him. He's got a space in that mind palace of is devoted to you, and he'd rather delete the details of an interesting case than remove a thing about you. He has no interest in sex, never has, but he once considered seducing you to see what the big deal was, make you happy, and get to enjoy the cuddling that comes after. He's said that and more."
Stranger: John let out a long breath and tipped his head back. "Christ. That's-" he shook his head and had a long sip. "I don't even know what to do with that." He wiped his palm on his jeans, wet from the condensation on his beer. "I didn't know he liked cuddling," he mumbled, a puzzled look on his face.
You: "Physical affection seems to be a hit with him," Grace admitted, taking a long sip of her beer before setting it down with a sigh. "I found that out when he was going through withdrawal. He enjoys physical affection from people he trusts. Cuddling, possibly even kissing. I never asked that far."
Stranger: John finished his beer and tilted his head toward the bar. "Second round's your job," he reminded her, trying to sound more relaxed than he was. He wished for a moment that he had Sherlock's brain, so he could remember everything Grace said, word for word.
You: Grace sighed, finishing her beer before going to get the next round. "Platonic life partner would be a pretty good description, I guess," she said thoughtfully as she sat down again. "Like I said, it's already like you two are married, just without the rings and the shagging."
Stranger: "I'd still want the shagging though. Maybe not from him, but I'd prefer something more than just my own hand," he said, one eyebrow raised at nothing in particular, taking his second pint with a nod of his head in thanks. He winced. "Sorry. This was supposed to be about you and your new bloke. Not me and my shite."
You: "Well, me and my bloke haven't gotten anywhere yet, so we can talk about him another time," she said, shrugging. She leaned back in her seat, thinking. "You'd have to talk to Sherlock, obviously, but...what about carrying on like you are now? Not exactly how you are now, but I mean, you going out to look for a shag. Nothing serious, nothing but sex, and you do the cuddling, kissing, etc. with Sherlock?"
Stranger: John hummed in thought. "He'd still get jealous. Or, whatever it is he gets, that someone else would have that bit of me that he didn't. He'd probably want to pick out the person for me, or control it in some other way. Watch, maybe." He felt the back of his neck heat up, and he cleared his throat, lifting his eyebrows once. "Now that's a thought."
You: "Exhibitionist," Grace said, smirking. "How you two work it out is your business, but I do think you should give it a go. You two are close to being a couple now. All that's stopping him is you being 'not gay' and him being uninterested in sex. You have similar hangups. I know you two don't do emotion well, but this time you should talk."
Stranger: John raised his glass, smirking through his embarrassment, in response to the exhibitionist remark and took a sip, setting his drink down and wrapping his hands around it as she continued. "We will talk. Sometime. Tonight might not be best as I'm hoping to get properly pissed before going home, but. I'll do it soon. Maybe I'll get him drunk as well. We've got a few bottles of the good stuff hidden in our kitchen, so drunken confessions of love might be in the cards."
You: "Drunk doesn't work, trust me on that," Grace said, shaking her head and taking a sip of her drink. "We'll get pissed, I took a cab and I know you don't drive, so there's no problem with that. But, don't get him drunk, and don't tell him when you're drunk. He won't believe you when he finally sobers up, and you'll be doubtful about his responses too. You two need to be sober for this, so man up Watson."
Stranger: ((still typing?))
You: [no, sorry. I'll resend]
You: "Drunk doesn't work, trust me on that," Grace said, shaking her head and taking a sip of her drink. "We'll get pissed, I took a cab and I know you don't drive, so there's no problem with that. But, don't get him drunk, and don't tell him when you're drunk. He won't believe you when he finally sobers up, and you'll be doubtful about his responses too. You two need to be sober for this, so man up Watson and tell the wanker how you feel when you're both fully sober."
Stranger: ((brb))
Stranger: ((sorry roommate just came back drunk haha give me a few minutes))
You: ((It's fine))
Stranger: John smiled, looking up at her. "Well, that's me told." He scratched at his neck. "I'll tell him tomorrow when you're on your date, yeah? We'll both be manning up, then." He took a sip and licked his lips. "Holmeses. Jesus. We are fucked, aren't we?"
You: Grace raised her glass, tilting it towards him with a smirk. "We're utterly fucking insane and the luckiest bastards on the planet. I have Mr. Posh, and you have Mr. Punchline. Our pub nights are going to become 'complain about your Holmes' night."
Stranger: John burst out laughing, narrowly avoiding getting beer up his nose. "At least we can trade stories and use them to taunt our respective sibling," he said, grinning. "I'll probably end up making up a few exploits just to taunt Sherlock, though."
You: Grace laughed, shaking her head. "God. Trust me, I don't think you'll have to make anything up. Neither will I. Those two are too easily riled when it comes to each other. If I mentioned that Mycroft confessed to being slightly smarter than Sherlock..."
Stranger: "He would tear London down," John finished, sipping his beer. "Alright, Grace, here's an important question - how quickly do you think you'll be shagging him?" he asked, smirking at her.
You: Grace took a sip of her beer, contemplating that John was right and Sherlock would likely demolish London, before looking up at his question. "Well, if my fantasy involving him and his car comes true, tomorrow after our date. That would be nice, but..." She trails off, shaking her head.
Stranger: "But it could be good to take it slow?" John smiled at her, thinking again how screwed they really were. "You should do it all proper. Wait till the second date to put out," he teased, winking at her. "He seems like a true gentleman, so I doubt he'd even accept your advances till then."
You: "It could be good to take it slow, and hopping into bed right after the first date is what I did with Tom, and you know how that turned out," Grace sighed. It had taken a genius addict to get her to put it all together, but they divorced soon after. Last she heard, he and his mistress were living together with a little one on the way.
Stranger: "For the best then. And, like I said, he doesn't seem like he'd even hint at wanting to have sex with you until you two were together for a while." As he shrugged, his phone buzzed, and he pulled it out, frowning at the text message, and then typing out a response. "He's still bloody on about- Did I tell you he wanted samples? Hair samples, blood samples, skin samples and... various other things. That's what we were arguing about."
You: "And you're going to give them to him, /all/ of them," she said, chuckling slightly as she thought about what the 'various other things' could be. "I honestly don't know what Mycroft would do, really. We've been friends for a bit. Well, I think we're friends. I still don't know even half of what there is to know about Mycroft bloody Holmes." She shook her head, smiling sardonically. "Maybe I should stick to giving you relationship advice instead of dating."
Stranger: "God help me, I probably will. Not without putting up a good fight first, though. It's good for him to be told 'no' every so often, I think." John let out a put upon sigh. "Maybe /I/ should stick to giving /you/ relationship advice instead of doing whatever it is I'm planning on doing with Sherlock. But if Mycroft's anything like his brother, he might be itching to tell someone everything and is just looking for the right person."
You: "I tried to convince him of that a few times, today most recently, and he doesn't seem to agree," Grace said, shrugging. "He isn't as...well, I was going to say that he isn't as dramatic as Sherlock, but that's not right. Mycroft is better at keeping quiet. He's a closed book, whereas Sherlock is happy being at least a partially opened one. Sherlock needs an audience to tell him he's brilliant. Mycroft knows it and gets the recognition from his work. I don't think he needs to tell someone everything."
Stranger: John made a face at that, and then finished his beer and made a face at the bottom of the glass. "I think everyone needs someone to tell everything to," he said, feeling the pleasant buzz settling in his skull. "Oi, Lestrade, hurry up," he said, pointing at the third of a glass she had left over.
You: Grace rolled her eyes and finished her beer, setting her glass down with a sigh. "Alright, Watson, alright. Don't get your knickers in a twist. It's your turn to buy this round, if you remember." She had a slight buzz, but she knew it would take more than this to get her drunk.
Stranger: "My knickers are in a perfectly good state, thank you very much," John said, reaching over to ruffle her hair before heading to the bar. He came back with their third beers. "Alright. Round three. Serious question time." He slid her drink toward her and leaned forward, keeping eye contact. "Would you rather shag Sally or Anderson?"
You: Grace batted his hand away, smoothing out her hair while he went to get the beers. She had just taken a drink and nearly inhaled her beer at his 'serious' question, laughing fit to burst. "Oh God. I can't say neither? Anderson's hardly a prize, and he's a cheat to boot, and Sally was his mistress."
[I'm sorry, I have to go. Do you do continuations?]
Stranger: ((I try to but sometimes get really busy and can't :/ I don't use an email for it though. would it be possible to trade tumblr urls or something and then meet back here for it sometime we're both free?))
You: [That works for me :) I usually end up either using tumblr or e-mail when I'm free to meet back here. I'm beargirl1393.tumblr.com]
You: [did that go through?]
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You: [I follow you too. It was from a fem Sherstrade rp that we did awhile ago. You don't have to feel awful. We can always pick up either of them when you have the time. :) ]
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You: Grace batted his hand away, smoothing out her hair while he went to get the beers. She had just taken a drink and nearly inhaled her beer at his 'serious' question, laughing fit to burst. "Oh God. I can't say neither? Anderson's hardly a prize, and he's a cheat to boot, and Sally was his mistress."
Stranger: "Sally's definitely more attractive, though," John said, settling back into the booth. "If you /had/ to choose one, though?" He grinned.
You: "If I had to choose?" Grace said, smirking as she thought. She decided to be a bit evil and tease John a bit. "Well, I know Sally's a decent shag, so I'd choose her for old time's sake."
Stranger: John raised his eyebrows. "I suppose I cant fault you for that," he said, taking a small sip, figuring he should probably slow down, and trying not to imagine the two of them. "Maybe when you're with Mycroft, tell him a bit about your fantasies to shag Donovan. That could get him interested," he teased.
You: Grace rolled her eyes. "It's not a fantasy to shag her. Been there, done that. Before she got with Anderson but after my husband," she clarified, knowing that John was likely trying very hard not to imagine the two of them together. "It wasn't a relationship, work and play don't mix well together for the most part."
Stranger: "Christ, you're serious?" he asked, eyes going wide and leaning forward on the table. "I mean, I didn't know you were-" John narrowed his eyes. "Alright, I can't tell if you're winding me up or not," he said, leaning his head on a hand.
You: "And that, John, is why you should pace yourself," Grace said, smirking and leaning back in her seat as she took a sip of her beer. "Yes, I have had sex with women before, no, Sally wasn't one of them."
Stranger: John leaned back again, pointing at her. "I am perfectly capable of holding my drink, thank you." As if to prove the point he picked up his beer and had another sip. "Besides, the conversation warranted alcohol. So, am I going to get to hear any stories of these mysterious women you've shagged?"
You: Grace chuckled. "I know you can hold your drink, we've done this before. I also know how much you can drink before you're drunk, and vice versa. Hm, depends on the type of stories you want, and you'd have to tell me a few stories in return."
Stranger: John nodded, conceding the point, their pub outings were a fairly regular occurrence. He pursed his lips, considering. "Well. What sort of stories would you want to hear? I've shagged plenty of women in my day," he said, smiling easily.
You: Grace considered, then shrugged. "Surprise me. Nothing graphic though. I'm not drunk enough to want to describe sex at the moment. I've been with plenty of men and a fair amount of women too. The stories can be about the person themselves, if you want, or anything really."
Stranger: ((brb))
You: [Okay]
Stranger: "Huh. I'll save asking for the sex stories for a few more rounds in," John joked. "Most embarrassing sex story?" He asked, hesitating before adding, "You know, I've slept with a few men before, if you want some of those stories in return. I'm feeling generous."
You: "I have a few embarrassing sex stories," Grace said, chuckling. "And you don't have to describe your experiences with men unless you want to. You're starting though, regardless of what kind of story you're telling."
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Stranger: John hummed. "Right. Embarrassing stories." He looked up, trying to decide the best one. "My second time with a girl, I was extremely pissed and thought it was a good idea to attempt to shag her on my sofa. I was 17 at the time, I should add. I was too drunk to remember that my mum was home. So that was a very short lived shag," he said, chuckling, looking down.
You: Grace shook her head. "I'll save the first time my parents caught me for later," she said, considering. "When I was in my first year of Uni, my boyfriend and I would go to his room to shag a lot, because his roommate had evening classes. We usually checked to make sure the room was empty, but we were horny and didn't bother this one time. We were in the middle of it when there was this moan that didn't belong to either of us. Turns out his roommate had been in the bathroom, and he was jacking off to the sound of the two of us doing it."
Stranger: John laughed around his sip of beer, nearly spitting it out. "God, that's awful," he said, wiping his mouth. "I don't think that's ever happened to me. Must have been even worse for your boyfriend continuing to live with his roommate after that," he said, attempting to smile sympathetically.
You: Grace chuckled. "His roommate was tomato red, my boyfriend was mortified too, I'm laying on the bed laughing so hard that I nearly rolled right off. I don't know how the two of them managed to get along after that, he never said. I was embarrassed, sure, but their /faces/..."
Stranger: "I can only imagine. I've had enough experience being walked in while wanking, but at least it was never over my roommate." He laughed again, and then wrinkled his nose a bit. "I swear, Sherlock enjoys annoying me when he knows I'm getting off. I mean, he certainly makes a habit of it, anyway."
You: "Oh God," Grace groaned, resting her head in her hand. "Don't get me started there. You know how I knew him through the drugs and rehab, etc. Well, after he relapsed, he stayed with me for a bit, until he could find a place. That's when I learned about the cuddling, actually."
Stranger: John smiled fondly. "I think he just likes being the center of attention. Can't have you thinking of anything other than him. The cuddling thing is sweet, though," he said, looking down at his drink, still smiling.
You: "He's like a cat sometimes," Grace said fondly. "He has bad days, really bad migraines that medicine does fuck all for, so if he had one of those I'd run my fingers through his hair, massage his head. He was grateful in his own snarky way."
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Stranger: ((yeah i'm so sorry! my mom called and i didn't have the chance to say something. ahh sorry i'm being so slow to respond tonight!))
You: [It's fine. My internet shorted out for a minute, so I wanted to make sure I didn't lose you.]
Stranger: "Oh, yeah. He's definitely fond of the head rub," John mused, taking a small sip of his drink. "I don't mind doing that for him, so it tends to happen often."
You: Grace smiled. "I only did it for him once in awhile. He didn't ask unless it was really bad. Sherlock...he was just starting to trust me back then. It took a few years, nothing like what happened with you two."
Stranger: John snorted. "The bastard doesn't even ask anymore. Just lays down in my lap if I'm sitting on the sofa. Of course, he doesn't say anything. Just expects me to do it. Which I do." He swirled the drink around in his glass, thinking of the first night they met, of how they instantly connected. "Fuck, I am in deep, aren't I?"
You: "You are in very deep," Grace agreed, taking a sip of her drink, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You know, the first time I saw you two...I wondered who you were, that you were able to charm your way into Sherlock's life that quick. I noticed a few quick things, war hero, doctor, etc. It wasn't until the end of The Study in Pink that I figured it out."
Stranger: "You figured us out, have you?" John asked, resting a his cheek on his palm, starting to feel the effects of the pint he was working his way through. "Feel free to enlighten me on that, as I've no bloody clue anymore."
You: "You want me to tell you how your relationship works?" Grace asked, amused. "Alright, I'll give it my best shot, shall I? I said I figured most of it out after the Pink case. Off the record, I know exactly who killed the cabbie."
Stranger: John feigned a look of innocence. "I don't know what you're trying to imply. I heard it was a vigilante. Bloody good shot," he added, lips twitching into a slight smirk.
You: "Oh aye, a crack shot, ex-military," Grace said blandly. "Short, blonde hair with some grey, has a fondness for awful Christmas jumpers and tea."
Stranger: "Seems like a fantastic bloke," John said, raising his glass up before taking another sip. "When'd you figure that out, then?
Stranger: *?" he asked.
You: "He's a good mate," Grace chuckled, shaking her head, before becoming more serious. "Like I said John, I'd noticed you were military when you showed up at the crime scene with Jennifer Wilson. When you were at the crime scene with the cabbie too...that was the first thing, but it was just a vague suspicion then."
Stranger: John nodded, stretching out his legs and pressing them to the end of the booth across from him, next to Grace. "Probably should have gone home. I wanted to make sure Sherlock was alright, though." He shrugged. "Thank you. For not, you know. Doing anything about it."
You: "I didn't have any evidence," Grace said, shrugging and stretching her legs on the booth beside John, crossing one ankle over the other. "That, actually, was the first thing that I pegged as odd specifically between you two. You stuck around to make sure he was okay, instead of taking the safer option and going home. That's more than looking after a flatmate. That's best friend/partner material."
Stranger: "Still, you could've gotten me for it if you wanted to, I'm sure." John tipped his foot sideways, hitting Grace's hip with his toe. "And I think you've just told me that I'm a good boyfriend. Should I be worried you're jealous?" He asked, grin faltering slightly as he continued, "Or maybe I should be worried that I'm not even objecting to that."
You: Grace shook her head. "I'm not jealous, I'm bloody well glad that Sherlock has someone like you there for him." She sighed, running her hand through her hair. "John, you don't have to listen to anything I've said. It's all true, of course, but it's none of my business to try to tell you what to do with Sherlock. Do I think that, if you to talk about it and come to terms with what you'd want from a relationship, that you two would be good together? Hell yeah. Does that mean you have to listen to me? No."
Stranger: "I know, I know," John said, before letting out a long sigh. "I love him, you know? I want something to work out. Not sure what, but it could work. Whatever it is we would have happen between us." He pushed a hand through his hair, an automatic gesture that Sherlock would always point out as an obvious tell of his. "It's all just a bit of mess right now."
You: [Sorry, I have a question. Have you seen the new season yet? I have two possible replies to this, but one has spoilers for the last episode of season three, and I don't want to ruin it if you haven't seen it.]
Stranger: ((I have, yeah! spoil away :) ))
You: [Okay :) For this to be a bit less depressing for John, I'm going to have it that Mary faked the pregnancy, because I don't want her to die, but I wouldn't know why John wouldn't be raising the baby if they were together.]
You: "Sherlock coming back from the dead, your wife turning out to be an assassin?" Grace asked. That wasn't even counting the fact that Mary had faked the pregnancy and John had finally found out who she was working for... "More than a bit of a mess, yeah. And that's without adding the whole 'you're not usually into blokes and Sherlock doesn't want to shag anybody' aspect."
Stranger: "Oh, yeah but other than that, everything's perfect," he said, taking a drink and resting his head on the table mournfully. "You're lucky. You've got a nice date with a - fairly creepy, dangerous, but also - nice, man. I've got a bizarre, asexual flatmate that sets something on fire on a daily basis."
You: "A bizarre, asexual flatmate who is absolutely mad over you," she pointed out. "And my 'date' with Mycroft is for coffee. He said he hoped it was a date, rather than just getting coffee together, so that's a good sign, but honestly? I've known Mycroft almost as long as I've known Sherlock, and I know very little about him. He plays things very close to the vest. I have no idea how this will pan out."
Stranger: John looked up at her, head still on the table. "I bet he's a good shag though. He's definitely got some power complex, probably demanding. Seems to have something bottled up and I bet it is all that sexual frustration over you," he said, only half joking. "
You: Grace shrugged, leaning back and folding her arms over her chest. "The bloke surrounds himself with gorgeous women, do you honestly think he had a problem getting rid of sexual frustration? Just look at...I'm not sure what name she gave you, but she's his assistant most of the time. Anthea."
Stranger: John sat up, scratching his neck. "I got the same name, I think. I've got on good authority that Anthea is both out of my league, and dating a woman, currently, which Sherlock claims she only dates. I'm not entirely she he was being honest on that one, but I doubt you have to worry about her, anyway."
You: "I know she dates women, I found that out on my first kidnapping," Grace said, rolling her eyes. "I was bored and annoyed at being kidnapped, so I flirted with her, and she was flirting back. I remember Mycroft looking surprised as anything to see me laughing when I got out of the car. It was hilarious. I don't know if she only dates women, but she has a clear preference."
Stranger: "You could always go for her, if the Mycroft thing doesn't work out," John suggested. "I can't believe I never knew you played for both teams, Lestrade. So do you like both equally, or do you have a preference?"
You: "She's currently dating a woman named Anne," Grace supplied. "Knowing Sherlock as long as I have, I've been kidnapped a few times, and Anthea and I usually talk a bit. She's a neonatal nurse, and Anthea is currently considering proposing. As to the second question, I don't have a preference, really. It's more about what the person's like."
Stranger: John nodded. "Huh, I could never even get a word out of her. Makes sense, though, what you said. And I mean, you could always offer to be a mistress," he teased, sipping his drink. "I've always thought that seemed like fun, hypothetically. The dangerous part of it, and such."
You: Grace wrinkled her nose at the mention of being a mistress. "Not a chance." She knew John was joking, but she didn't have the time or patience for cheaters. She never had, and everything with her ex had sealed it. She shook her head to get rid of that thought, before giving John a curious look. "What seemed like fun?"
Stranger: "The mistress bit. I wouldn't- I mean." John frowned. "Sorry, that's not, well, I shouldn't have said that. I wouldn't ever cheat, or willingly help someone cheat. I'm just tipsy enough to sound like an utter arse, apparently."
You: Grace sighed. "Sorry, sorry. I'm oversensitive, I guess. I never really liked adulterers, which is half of the reason I don't stop Sherlock from insulting Anderson, and my ex hammered home my dislike of it, I just...I shouldn't take it so personally. I'm just tipsy enough to take these things personally, apparently."
Stranger: John chuckled dryly. "Seems like an excuse to go for the next round," he said, looking at his drink, though he still had a good third left. "You buy the next round, I'll pay for chips?"
You: Grace looked at her drink, she still had a bit more left than John did. "I bought the two rounds before this. You can buy the next one and I'll get the chips. I can't be drinking too much more tonight anyway."
Stranger: "You're not driving, are you? Or just worried about a hangover?" John asked, raising an eyebrow at her and picking up his drink, tipping it back and taking a big sip from it.
You: "I took a cab, don't worry," Grace said, waving that off. "I have to be at work early tomorrow. Busy work, covering for someone else's shift, but I hate doing paperwork while fighting a hangover.
You: ."
Stranger: John took a breath and then chugged the rest of his drink. "Got the day off tomorrow," he said, grinning as he wiped the foam off his lip. "So I am certainly not finished. I'm just sad I won't get you drunk enough for you to tell me about sex with your girlfriends," he joked, kicking her leg lightly.
You: Grace rolled her eyes, shaking her head and picking up her beer to drain the rest of it. She felt the pleasant buzz intensifying, but she was still only vaguely tipsy at this point. "Well you can drink as much as you want. I'll tell you about sex with my girlfriends another time."
Stranger: "You don't have to, you know. I'm not trying to object you, or anything." John wrinkled his nose for a moment. "Objectify. That's the word I was looking for. But yeah, I'm only joking. Though if you ever want to volunteer any of that information, I won't stop you." He winked.
You: "Of course you won't object," Grace said teasingly. "You'd have wank fodder for months from some of my stories. I know you don't want to objectify me or anything. I wouldn't have told you anything if I thought you would. I kneed Anderson in a very vulnerable place when he made an inappropriate suggestion."
Stranger: "Good for you. Tell Sherlock that and he'll be nice to you for a day, maybe. And what is in my masturbatory fantasies is none of your business," John said, standing up. "Alright, give me a few quid for the chips. Don't think you're getting out of paying for them."
You: Grace rolled her eyes, rummaging for a moment before passing over the money for the chips. "Oh, you'd tell me if I asked, once you're drunk enough, and I'd do the same. And Sherlock was there, he laughed so hard he cried."
Stranger: John pocketed the money and laughed. "I bet he did. And one night we'll have to find out how drunk 'drunk enough' is, because now I am morbidly curious what it is you think about," he said as he walked away, returning in five minutes, juggling the two pints, and the order of chips. He plopped em on the table, and drenched them in vinegar, knowing Grace liked them the same way.
You: Grace just grinned, waving him off. "You'll find out one night Watson. Not quite sure when, but you will. It might have changed again by that point," she said calmly. She waited until he had covered the chips in vinegar before taking one, savoring the taste. Sometimes pub food was the best thing at the end of a long, tiring day. Pub food and messing with John, she amended.
Stranger: "I suppose that makes sense." John grinned as well, popping one in his mouth. "I could always ask Sherlock to deduce them for me, you know," he teased, tilting his head to the side. "I bet he already has, actually. What if I did? Would you be mad?"
You: Grace shrugged. "Sherlock deduced them, he and I have had this conversation before. You mentioned him bugging you when you were having a wank? Well, let's just say Sherlock never goes into my room without knocking first. And no, I wouldn't be mad. I'd wonder why you care so much, but no, I wouldn't be mad."
Stranger: "He's hinted a few things to me, so." John picked up another chip and pointed it at her. "In my defense, I didn't ask. So, sorry about that." He stuffed the chip in his mouth, chasing it with a sip of beer. "Ever think we'd be a good couple?"
You: Grace considered that, munching thoughtfully on a chip and taking a sip of her beer. "When I first met you, I thought you'd be a good shag. Then, when we were friends, I considered dating you, but...In one way, we'd be a good couple, but in another we wouldn't be."
Stranger: John nodded. He'd thought just about the same exact thing. He'd even gotten so far as to consider asking her out, but Sherlock discouraged it before he could make a fool of himself. "What's the way we wouldn't be a good couple?" he drummed his fingers on the glass of his beer, keeping a random rhythm.
You: "You know me well enough to not be bothered if I talk about a case during a date, or be put off by my work schedule," Grace said, resting her chin in her hand, propping her elbow on the table. "We've got enough in common that we'd be a good match, even though you have rubbish taste in football."
Stranger: "My taste in football is much better than yours," John scoffed, needing a sip of beer after that. "Not to mention that I bet we'd be great in bed together if we ever actually gave it a shot. But you're avoiding my question, Grace. Why do you think we'd be bad?"
You: "Your taste in football is rubbish," Grace retorted, taking another chip. "And we'd be fantastic in bed." She sighed, sitting up enough to take a drink of her beer before resuming her former position. "There's the simple answer and the more complex answer, which is really just an elaboration of the simple one. The simple answer is, I'm not Sherlock Holmes. I never could be. Just like you could never be Mycroft. I was sold on him a long time ago, just like you were sold on Sherlock. Denying it and all that is all well and good, but...it wouldn't be bad, really, but we'd both want our respective Holmes."
Stranger: John sipped his beer while she spoke, putting it back on the table when she was finished. "Holmes men are something. It's awful. They're nearly hypnotic," he sighed, wistful, starting to get to the point of drunk that was as far as he should go if he wanted to get home and not do anything stupid. He lifted an eyebrow and glanced at Grace. "And don't tell either one I said that, or I'll no doubt be regretting it."
You: "The younger Holmes would be smug, the older one would plot how to use it against you," Grace agreed, shaking her head. "And me too, since I agree with you, they are pretty hypnotic." She wasn't drunk, not yet. She still had half of her fourth beer on the table, and she had a remarkably high tolerance. She was tipsy, but not enough to do anything rash.
Stranger: "Sherlock's smug enough," John said, enjoying the easiness of speaking that came with being tipsy. "Don't need to give him another thing to get a big head about. Although me telling him I sort of fancy him is definitely not going to help that. And you going out with Mycroft is not going to make him any less of an interfering, plotting, twat, I fear."
You: "Remember when I said no telling Sherlock important things when either of you aren't 100% sober?" Grace asked. "That means no telling him you fancy him until at least tomorrow morning, because he'll just panic if you tell him drunk and I'll be soothing a panicky consulting detective. And I have no idea what me going out with Mycroft will do to him."
Stranger: "Honestly, I'm probably going to go home, have a shower, and go to bed. With any luck Sherlock will have finally fallen asleep. He hasn't slept in three days now, I think." John reached his arms out, groaning slightly as he stretched. "You'll have to keep me updated on what happens with Mycroft. All the juicy details on the elder Holmes. Or anything that's disturbing enough to use against Sherlock."
You: "Oh God, I'll never be able to call him in on another case, will I?" Grace groaned. She slipped her feet off the booth. "I think after I finish my beer and you finish your chips, I'm going to call it a night." She did have to be up early tomorrow, and it was a nice enough night that she could walk home. It wasn't that far, heels or no, so she would enjoy the walk. "I'll likely keep you posted, if you do the same for me with you and Sherlock's relationship."
Stranger: John laughed and shook his head at himself. "I promise. It is going to be something, I'm sure." He licked some vinegar off his lips and tapped his foot against Grace's under the table. "Thank you for helping to convince me I'm not absolutely stupid for possibly wanting a relationship with Sherlock Holmes."
You: Grace grinned, eating another chip and taking a sip of her beer. "Thank you for making me see that I'm not completely mad for wanting to ask out Mycroft Holmes. If it helps, I really do think you and Sherlock will be good together, however you work it out."
Stranger: ((brb))
You: [Okay]
Stranger: John shifted in his seat and sat up straighter. "It does help a bit, yeah. Cheers." He smirked, watching her. "Who knows, maybe he will end up picking out women for me to shag in front of him, like I mentioned before, and it'll appeal to my inner exhibitionist, as you pointed out. I mean, the next time you see me, I could be glowing from all the strange sex I am having."
You: Grace shook her head. "The next time you see me, I'll likely be neck deep in a new murder, ready to strangle Sherlock with his scarf for not cooperating. That's the realistic outlook. My other option is that Mycroft and I hit it off, we actually like each other, have sex at some point, and Sherlock groans in agony next time he sees me because he'll know I shagged his brother."
Stranger: "As much as I'm rooting for your sex life, I don't want to deal with the tantrum Sherlock's going to throw," John said, sighing. "You're probably right, though. Hopefully for you the murder won't be too crazy and you'll have it solved, and hopefully for my sanity and Sherlock's boredom it will be some mysterious puzzle for him to solve." He lifted his glass to her, tipping it slightly, and then bringing it toward him to have a sip.
You: "As long as we catch whoever it is before they cause too much damage, it can be very mysterious," Grace said. She ate a few more chips, interspersed with sips of her drink. Going home and going to bed sounded like a good idea. "I still think we're going to end up ranting about our respective Holmes on these pub nights from now on."
You: [brb]
Stranger: ((okay!))
John let out a short laugh. "That is more than likely. We'll end up trying to one up each other with crazy stories." He had another drink. "For what my opinion's worth, there's something about Mycroft that you complement. I think it'll work between the two of you."
You: "I don't know if it'll work, but thanks for the compliment," Grace said, smiling. "You already know what I think of you and Sherlock, seeing as I've been playing matchmaker basically for the past however long we've been here and through text before that."
Stranger: "And you've been dropping not so subtle hints every so often," John added, smiling. "It's fine. It'll all work out, I'm sure. We should probably both head out at some point soon, though."
You: Grace nodded, finishing the rest of her beer and gesturing at the few remaining chips. "Finish those up and I'll pour you into a cab before heading home," she said, teasing. Sherlock could hail a cab without effort, and Grace could usually get one fairly easily, but John seemed to never be able to get a cab to stop.
Stranger: John rolled his eyes - but didn't protest - and obligingly took the last three chips and shoved them all in his mouth. After swallowing, he stood to get up. "Do this again soon to catch up, if not over text, yeah?"
You: Grace nodded, standing up too and shrugging into her coat. "Sure. Same premise as always. You need to get away from Sherlock before you murder him, and I need a break from work. And I'll text you tomorrow after my date."
Stranger: "You better." John pulled on his jacket and clapped her on the shoulder. "I'll buy the third round," he offered, smiling, leading toward the door.
You: Grace chuckled, waving down a cab for John once they were outside. "And I'll get the first two and the chips. We'll negotiate after that."
Stranger: ((this is a fairly good stopping point, so I should probably head off to sleep about now! we could always continue, after their respective conversations/dates, have them catch up again, if you'd like! :) ))
You: ((Works for me :) I should probably be going to bed too. I'd like to continue again at some point though if you do. Have a good night :) ]
Stranger: ((definitely! you too :) sleep well!))
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You: [Also, I think we were going to continue after Grace's date and John's conversation with Sherlock, so we can start there if you want, or we can do something else.]
Stranger: ((that'd be perfect! want to start with them meeting at the pub again? or want to do a different location this time?))
You: [We can start with them meeting at the pub again if you want, or out to have coffee or dinner somewhere even. Do you want to start?]
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You: [That works for me :) ]
Stranger: John was already sitting at a table, with two sandwiches in front of him when he saw Grace walk in. He waved her over. "Took the liberty of getting one for you while I was up there," he said, pushing one of the sandwiches toward the seat she was about to take. "So tell me about that date."
You: Grace was coming straight from work (she usually ended up meeting John on their lunch breaks on the rare opportunities that they managed to get away), and she wasn't surprised that he had already ordered for her. She grinned, shaking her head and taking a bite of her sandwich. "Only if you'll tell me about your conversation with Sherlock."
Stranger: John was sure he blushed slightly, but shook his head. "I bought the food, you're indebted to me, Lestrade," he teased, and leaned forward as he took a bite, then chased it with a sip of his ice coffee. He wasn't sure what she'd wanted for a drink, so he'd bought her the same thing he'd gotten for himself. "So you first."
You: Grace rolled her eyes, smirking at his blush. "Oi, I bought lunch last time we did this, so I count this as returning that debt." She took a sip of the iced coffee John ordered, wrinkling her nose then shrugging. Today was a day filled with paperwork, so she'd need all of the caffeine she could get. "Well, there was a black car waiting for me outside the Yard when I left work that day."
Stranger: "Was he actually in it, or was it just one of his henchmen come to deliver you to their boss?" John asked, studiously ignoring her smirk and leaning an elbow on the table. "And where exactly were you delivered to? His office, or some abandoned warehouse somewhere?"
You: "Well, I got off of work at noon, and we weren't supposed to be meeting until twelve-thirty, so I wasn't all that surprised that Anthea was the one in the car instead of him," Grace replied. "I think she likes that name. It's close enough to her real one, but still different. Anyway. We drove around and talked for a bit, killing time until Mycroft got out of his meeting, and when they finally dropped me off at the cafe, Mycroft was waiting by the door for me."
Stranger: John raised his eyebrows. "I didn't know she even knew how to have conversations, Christ. Did she look up from her phone at all? And how did the actual bloody date go?" he asked, nudging her foot under the table. "Your text afterward was far too vague to get a good idea from."
You: "Of course she did," Grace said, mystified. "She always looks at me when we talk, unless she's working from her phone. Granted, most of the time we're tease flirting, so maybe that's why." She nudged him back. "I'm getting there. You could ask exactly what you want to know, it'd be easier than me trying to guess. And my text was deliberately vague."
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You: "Of course she did," Grace said, mystified. "She always looks at me when we talk, unless she's working from her phone. Granted, most of the time we're tease flirting, so maybe that's why." She nudged him back. "I'm getting there. You could ask exactly what you want to know, it'd be easier than me trying to guess. And my text was deliberately vague."
Stranger: John rolled his eyes at her. "God only knows why I still put up with you," he teased, shaking his head. "What was Mycroft like? Did he tell you any state secrets? And do you have another date with him?" He picked up his sandwich and had another bite, watching her expectantly.
You: "Same reason I put up with you," Grace quipped, taking another bite of her sandwich and a sip of her iced coffee before answering John's questions. "I didn't ask about state secrets, no need to mix personal and professional time this early on. Mycroft was...well, he was Mycroft. Elegant, handsome, powerful, brilliant...I could go on, of course. He has a very dry wit, when he's not working and he's comfortable with you."
Stranger: He grinned as he swallowed. "Sounds like you're smitten already. Have you seen him again since, or are you planning to at least?" he asked, wiping his hands on a napkin.
You: She smiled. "I am smitten, have been for awhile now. I haven't seen him since, we've both been working a lot, but we have plans to go to a concert in a few days."
Stranger: "Ooh. Impressive." John nodded. "I'm really glad it worked out for you. You definitely deserve that bit of good in your life," he said, smiling kindly at her, but asking more questions to keep her talking. "What sort of concert is he taking you to?"
You: "Some sort of classical music," Grace said, trying and failing to remember exactly what Mycroft had told her about it. "It's the London Symphony Orchestra, that much I do know. I would have suggested a play or musical, but you know how much he /enjoyed/ taking his parents to Les Mis."
Stranger: Laughing, he picked up his drink. "I do, unfortunately. He came over just to have one of his passive aggressive arguments with Sherlock about it. I think they just sat and stared at each other for an hour. Christ."
You: She chuckled, sipping at her coffee. "Dear God, do you think that we'll be pulled into those arguments now? Regardless, he's not big on musicals or plays, but I know he likes classical music, so we're doing that."
Stranger: "I vote when that happens, you and I just slip out and go get a drink," John said, shrugging. "And yeah, that sounds like it'll be fun. Think you'll end up staying at his that night?" he asked, smirking slightly.
Stranger: ((brb a few minutes, making oatmeal haha))
You: "We'll have them following us to the pub," Grace pointed out, laughing softly at the thought. She couldn't really imagine either Holmes in a pub, although Sherlock had shown up to drag her away for a case he wanted her to take before. She smirked at John's question, but shrugged. "I don't know, honestly. He didn't so much as hint at it."
You: [okay, take your time :) ]
Stranger: "Yeah you're probably right. So no kiss, then?" John asked, taking another bite of his sandwich, finishing off the first half.
You: Grace shook her head, taking another bite of her sandwich pensively. "No. We held hands, a bit. And I kissed his cheek when he dropped me off at my flat, but that's it."
Stranger: John shrugged. "Could be worse. The hand holding's nice at least. But I'm still really curious to know how he is in bed," he said, shaking his head, and chuckling. "I'm betting he's either amazing, best shag you've ever had, or never slept with anyone before," he added, looking up in thought.
You: Grace arched an eyebrow. "Why on Earth would you care whether Mycroft's a brilliant shag or not?" she asked curiously. Granted, they did talk about their sex lives quite a lot, but she had thought he wouldn't want to know much once she got to that stage with Mycroft. "I don't know about sex, but I don't think he's had many relationships."
Stranger: John hummed, keeping himself from saying 'for comparison's sake,' and instead simply shrugging. "Just curiosity. I'm allowed to wonder about the elder Holmes, am I not?" he said, looking down at his sandwich.
You: Grace gave him a skeptical look but didn't comment otherwise, finishing off the first half of her sandwich. "I don't know if he's a virgin or not, that's not exactly the thing to ask on the first date. I honestly don't think he's ever had a relationship before, but that doesn't mean anything about his sex life."
Stranger: John shrugged again. "It doesn't matter anyway." He cleared his throat and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Like I said, though, I'm glad you're happy with him so far. As long as he treats you well, I'm happy."
You: "He's been a perfect gentleman," Grace said, leaning back in her chair and sipping her iced coffee. Once you got used to it, it wasn't so bad. "Of course, I wouldn't expect anything less from Mycroft Holmes, in all honesty."
Stranger: "Neither would I," John agreed, sipping his coffee. "Figured we could use the caffeine," he said, after he swallowed, looking at it. "Long day for you today?"
You: Grace nodded, sighing and running her fingers through her grey hair. "Paperwork, tons of it. That's the only reason I'm resisting the promotion, in all honesty. I'd have to handle more paperwork and less actual cases."
Stranger: John made a face at that. "I can't see you at a desk job. You and Sherlock are similar like that, I think. Both need to be doing something to feel useful," he said, mostly just thinking aloud. "Someone else going to take that promotion, then?"
You: Grace shrugged, taking a bite of the second half of her sandwich. "I don't know. Meadows has been pushing for me to take over his job when he retires, but being a DCI is too much desk work for me. You're right, I need to feel useful, and paperwork doesn't really do that for me."
Stranger: "I know what you mean. I go nuts when I'm only working at the clinic too long, and that's even hands on work in the first place." He chuckled. "Sherlock's been going mad cause he's not had a case he deems interesting enough recently. I think he's somehow convinced that it's your fault, too."
You: She rolled her eyes. "It's always my fault when there are no interesting murders, apparently. I've had more rants about that than you could imagine, honestly. Don't worry, I have a feeling that you and your madman will be running around London chasing murderers soon. It's been too quiet lately, it never stays like that for long."
Stranger: "Mm, yeah, unfortunately," he raised an eyebrow, "or, I suppose, fortunately for Sherlock. He's been, er, finding other things to keep him busy, though," John said, smirking slightly to himself.
You: Grace arched an eyebrow. "Convinced your asexual flatmate that you aren't entirely straight?" she asked, amused. "Did you have him help you pick out someone to shag? I remember you turning red when we discussed your exhibitionist thoughts."
You: [I actually have to go for now, sorry :( It's one in the morning here, and I have to be up early. Would you like to continue another time?]
Stranger: ((yeah definitely! I've been pretty busy but hopefully sometime soon we'll both have the chance to do this again :) sleep well!))
You: [Hopefully we will :) Message me when you have the time, and we'll meet up again. Night!]
Stranger: ((definitely! talk to you soon :) ))
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