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Greg Lestrade x Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, human trafficking.

"Damn it, Sherlock!" Lestrade banged on the table, knocking over an already empty mug.

"I told you Inspector, once I'll have any information about the woman, I'll let you know, I'm working on another case which is much more important than some woman fr-" Sherlock stopped as he noticed the fire in Lestrade's eyes. He missed something. Of course, Sherlock would miss something, Lestrade was going on pure emotion, while Sherlock was not.

Vertigo

Request: Lestrade finds out the reader has vertigo; which they are ashamed of.

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Greg Lestrade x Gender Neutral!Reader

Triggers: None? Words: 938

Note 1: You asked for a female reader, but I try to do gender neutral for most things; so I hope you don’t mind.

Note 2: Also, if you or anyone else had vertigo, don’t be ashamed about it! It can be annoying and crippling in some aspects, but it’s common and there is nothing wrong with having it as long as you are safe! It can be caused by many things; so it can be random or chronic; soo if this isn’t exactly the type of vertigo you get I apologize.

Note 3: Also there is some unintentional sexual tension in this that I noticed when reading this back, but I kept it anyway lmao.

You’d been pretty good at hiding your bouts of vertigo when it hits; by leaning on something, sitting down, etc., just making it seem like you’re fine. But sometimes this wasn’t as easy; especially if there was nothing to lean on to stop you from swaying or stumbling. If anyone showed concern you’d brush it off; “I just stood up to fast”; everyone does that from time to time, so no one would stay concerned for much longer.

You weren’t aware that Greg noticed almost every time. He would start to pick up on it more and more after noticing the first time. He would notice how you’d suddenly sit down, or lean on something, how you’d close your eyes shut tightly for a moment. You got dizzy a lot, and it began to concern him. He assumed it was because you weren’t getting enough sleep, or because you weren’t drinking enough water.

So, it would catch you by surprise when he would suddenly start bringing you water, making sure you drank it, or how he’d start asking you almost every morning how you slept.

He had shown concern for you before, as a friend, and your superior, but this was more concern than you were used to. Others began noticing it as well; starting rumors that you were dating, or that he had a crush on you; even rumors that you were sick and he was pitying you.

So one day, when you were crouched down at a crime scene and he appeared by your side before handing you water again, you paused and looked up at him.

“Why do you keep bringing me water?”

He paused and stared down at you “I thought you might need it”

“Why?” you asked as you stood.

Feeling your body go weak as your eyes seemed to blur slightly, your head spinning. Naturally you fixed your feet into a stable position, waiting for it to pass. But your body still swayed lightly.

You were startled again when Greg was suddenly standing right behind you, his hands lightly gripping the sides of each of your arms as he helped steady you.

He spoke right into your ear, quietly so no one would hear “That’s why. You’re so dehydrated you can barely stand up straight, you think I don’t notice? It happens all the time”

You stayed quiet for a moment, the real reason for your dizziness present in your mind; feeling slightly embarrassed you pulled away from him slightly before turning to him. “I drink a lot of water Greg, I’m not dehydrated. And if all those questions about my sleeping patterns have to do with this too then I’ll tell you now that I sleep fine” your tone was defensive, confusing him.

Gently grabbing your wrist and dragging away from the crime scene, which did not go unnoticed, he turned you towards him, your faces close as he spoke quietly to you “Then what the hell is going on with you? You don’t think I notice but I do. I notice how many times you get dizzy throughout the day, how many times you struggle to keep your balance.Yes I thought it was because you weren’t drinking water, or weren’t sleeping, but if that’s not why it’s happened you need to tell me. If not because I am your superior officer, then because..I’m your friend”. You sighed as you glanced around, seeing some of the others watching you “If you’re sick, please tell me” he continued, the concern now very present in his voice.

“I’m not sick Greg” you met his eyes now “I have vertigo”

“What the hell is vertigo?” he asked with a frown.

You sighed, not sure how to explain it “It basically just means issues with balance, a lot of people get it randomly. Like when you stand up too fast, when you turn your head to quickly, you can get it when you are up too high, going down stairs. I get it chronically, it has to do with issues of balance and the inner ear. I’ve had to deal with it for a long time” you finished with a sigh.

Greg listened carefully, the issue didn’t sound too bad to him. Yes it sounded annoying, but the way that you explained it, it was as if you were telling him some deep secret. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it hasn’t really been a big issue until recently, stress and anxiety can make it worse sometimes. If you want to take me off the team for a while I’d-”

“What? No, why would I do that? Even with balance issues your still the best person on my team. I’d get rid of Anderson before I got rid of you, and there isn’t anything wrong with him...well, I mean, relatively speaking”

You let out a chuckle as you shook your head “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was just... it’s such a stupid thing to suffer from-”

“Y/n” he cut you off, making you look at him “You don’t need to be embarrassed..or, ashamed, or anything. Like you said, a lot of people deal with it. And the fact that you’ve dealt with it long before now, and gotten as far as you have with it is an accomplishment. Alright?”

You thought over his words for a moment before nodding your head “Thank you. You’re right”

He smiled lightly at you “Good. Now, let’s get back to work” he winked at you quickly before turning away and heading back towards the crime scene, leaving you with a little more confidence than you had before.

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The Lestrade family.

A/N: A little Addams family for you all to end the week! I loved this movie growing up! I still watch it every Halloween 😁 Y/N/N means your nickname 😊

Warnings: None!

Greg sauntered into the bedroom in his dressing gown and dreamily sighed seeing you lying on the bed with your eyes shut. Your blood red lips and crimson nails standing out against the black sheets. You were a dream.

"Look at her," he admired from above, talking to Thing beside him "I would die for her. I would kill for her." He softly smiled, utterly enamoured by your ethereal beauty "Either way, what a bliss." Your lips curved into a small smile as you woke up hearing his words. "Unhappy darling?" Greg asked.

You smiled "Oh yes..." you stretched ever so slightly allowing your joints and bones to crack "Yes, completely." Greg sat down on the side of the bed next to you, you placed your hand on his cheek and carefully stroked his skin with your thumb "Greg," you raised your other hand and shielded your eyes "The sun..." you groaned feeling the rays that were seeping though the blinds on your face "Il me perce comme un poignard..." you lightly moaned knowing fully what sort of reaction you'd get from Greg.

"Y/N..." you smirked, knowing that tone all too well. "That's French." And he enjoyed listening to every single word you spoke of it.

"Oui."

Greg practically pounced on you to take your arm with his hands and place kisses all over it before standing up and dramatically fighting the light. It made you smile as he lunged towards the blinds to close them. He looked down at you again with a proud smile on his face.

"Greg...?" You hummed his name, the tone made his knees weak. He turned around to look at you "Last night," he smirked at the thought "You were...unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon." You playfully pouted at him "You frightened me." Propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at Greg, you smirked "Do it again." A breathy growl escaped Greg's throat before he pounced on you and attacked your neck with kisses. He slowed his motions, dragging a rugged groan from your throat before it turned into a whimper when he pulled away.

"Tea is ready, darling."

---

You were in the conservatory with Greg, snipping the bright red rose blossoms from the waxy, sharp green stalks and letting them fall to the ground. Greg was playing chess with Thing.

"It's a milestone, Y/N/N. This very evening...our twenty fifth seance." He sighed before moving another piece and taking a drag from his cigar, the smoke mixed with the sweet roses and your tea which was beside the vase you were placing the flowerless stems in. You snipped another flower as he continued "All those years, gnawed by guilt, undone by woe, burning with uncertainty!"

"Oh Greg," the way you cooed his name sent a chill down his spine, he turned to look at you. Greg bit down on his lip seeing you in that long black dress you were wearing that nipped in at the waist and hugged all the right parts. His eyes roamed up from your feet to your face, a wicked smile playing on your red lips "Don't torture yourself. That's my job..." you snipped another stem and noticed Greg stiffening at the sound.

His shoulders eased "Y/N..." he purred warningly.

"Imagine, my darling, if Fester did come back. Half-alive, barely human, a rotting shell..."

You heard Greg shudder "Don't tease," he was on the verge of begging. You proudly smiled and got on with what you were doing. Thing snapped and pointed over to the window, when you and Greg looked out, Thing moved a piece.

"Tully is here, Greg."

While Greg spoke with Tully, you spent the time with Margaret, his wife. "I think I might have something for the charity auction," you hummed as Lurch and your mother helped you find what you were looking for. You opened the closet and pulled out a bag "Uncle Nicknack's winter wardrobe." You pulled out another bag "Uncle Nicknack's summer wardrobe." You pulled out another bag "Uncle Nicknack..." You purses your lips and looked around "Ah! There it is!" You walked over to the cupboard and picked up a golden finger trap. You sat down next to Margret and told her what it was "It's a finger trap from the court of Emperor Wu."

You smiled as Margaret hushed over it "Ohhh Y/N! This is too extravagant!" She snapped it from you and admired it "Perhaps a little too extravagant for the auction."

"Let's keep it!" Your mother spoke up.

"Mama, it is for charity. Widows and orphans." You and Margaret shared a smile before you added "We need more of them." Margaret's smile faltered slightly. She went back to looking at the finger trap feeling it tighten around two of her fingers. "Margaret," you said her name with a sigh "About the seance tonight, I wish you'd come. I'm terribly worried about Greg. He's not sleeping, he's not eating, he's coughing up blood-"

"-he coughs up blood?!" Margaret cut you off.

You longingly sighed "Not like he used too..."

---

You watched the rain as it poured, the cool breeze sending a chill down your arms before feeling your husband wrap his arm around your waist to pull you close. It sent an even bigger chill down your spine.

"It's a miserable night." Greg's husked voice lingered around your ear, pressing a small kiss just under your lobe.

"I know, darling. Perfect seance weather." You stopped Pugsley and Wednesday out in the rain and called them in "Put down the antenna." You could hear the faint laughter from your children and turned to Greg, softly smiling to himself. A few moments later Margaret and Tully arrived "Welcome. You're just in time."

You all sat around the large table, Pugsley slowly brought out a butchers cleaver. You looked at Greg, the corner of your lip tugging upwards "Pugsley..." he warned and stretched his hand out to take the knife from his son, he eventually handed it over.

You all began to call for Fester. Thunder and lightening cackled out side, between the bursts, there was a knock on the door.

It made you jump and you were never one to flinch with fright. You looked over to Greg who abruptly stood and rushed to the door, everyone was hot on his heels. When he opened it he gasped "Fester?!" There was a wide smile on his face as he lunged towards his brother and hugged him. Fester looked at you, there something...off about him. You decided to keep your concerns to yourself for now. A psychiatrist, doctor Greta Pinder-Schloss, explained that he had been lost in the Bermuda Triangle for the last 25 years. You weren't convinced. You sat on the edge of the sofa, gently rubbing Greg's shoulder. He was ecstatic. You wanted him to be happy.

Later that evening you were laying on Greg's chest in bed as you heard faint screams from below. "My own brother, back. I have goosebumps, Y/N/N."

"I know..." you softly hummed as you traced your fingers over this chest, he brought your fingers to his lips and gently kissed them.

"Those screams can only one mean thing," Greg smiled.

You were burning your gaze into the ceiling, trying not to let your concern seep through "Yes." You whispered "He's home."

---

Over the following days you kept a closer eye on Fester, Greg was still ecstatic. That was until you were returning from the charity auction. Fester was sat in between both you and Greg, Greg had Wednesday sitting on his lap with her head against his shoulder as she began to drift in and out of sleep.

Fester was messing around with the finger trap you had originally donated and then bought. "How do you get it off?" He asked.

You looked over to Greg and shared a concerned look, it was at that moment you realised your husband had felt the same way you did. Even Wednesday expressed concern.

"There's a trick to it," you clicked it and pulled it off him, tightly clutching it on your hand afterwards. When you arrived home, Greg wandered off while you took your children upstairs and read to them.

"Oh no..." you could hear him ranting between train noises.

"He's playing with his trains again..."

Pugsley groaned.

You could hear Greg rambling on, a little mumbled, probably die to the cigar he'd have in his mouth "How can he not remember to take it off?! It was a party favour at his tenth birthday! He wore it for two years!"

You let out a sigh when you felt the house start to shake. You put both the children to bed and grabbed your cloak, plaguing it around you and pulling up the hood before going for a a stroll outside. It was quiet, well quiet until Fester came out and began huffing around "Hello," you politely smiled "Care to walk with me?" He nervously agreed. You took him through the cemetery, explaining the tombs to him before coming to a halt "You know, The Lestrade's value family more than anything. We will not hesitate to retaliate anyone who crosses us..." Fester picked up on your light threat "Do you understand?" He gulped and frantically nodded his head. You gave him one last look before disappearing inside.

Over the next few days Greg was becoming more and more isolated from you and from everyone else. He spent best part of the day with his trains, the noise drove you up the wall. You asked your mother for advice before it hit you. Greg loved parties.

You organised a party to cheer him up and to celebrate Fester returning. You had invited everyone that you knew, even cousin It was planning to come. "Oh Y/N," you felt a gentle pressure on your hips and Greg's hot breath linger around your ear. He spun you around, your heart swelled seeing his smile "This is perfect, not as perfect as you," he pressed a kiss to your lips "But very close."

"I'm glad you like it darling..." he took your hand and spun you on the dance floor, expertly twirling you through the spaces between guests.

"I don't just like it," he peppered your hand with kisses "I love it. Almost as much as I love you." He spun you again and then passionately kissed you. Between the twirl and the kiss, your head was spinning. You noticed him looking around over your shoulder "Where's the children? I haven't seen Wednesday all night..."

You too then realised you hadn't seen Wednesday in a while and asked around with Greg. Most of your guests didn't know. Your mother did and she and Lurch took you outside to the graveyard. You found Wednesday sleeping on top of a coffin in the family mausoleum. Greg scooped her up and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"What would she be doing out here?" You stroked her cool cheek with the back of your finger. You all returned back to the house only to find the gate firmly shut over with Tully on the other side refusing to let you back into your house, you demanded an explanation.

"Well," Tully began with a smug smirk "Since Fester is the oldest living Lestrade, he automatically gets the house!"

You shared a confused look with Greg "W-what?!" He laughed at how absurd the whole situation was.

"There isn't a court in this land that will let you live in that house!" Tully barked.

He was right.

A few days later at court, Fester was granted the house and you and Greg as well as the rest of the family were living in a cramped little motel room. You had never seen Greg disintegrate as a person before. He was so unbelievably upset, especially learning about The plan 'Fester' had conjured up with Abigail who had been posing as his psychiatrist, doctor Greta Pinder-Schloss.

You and the children tried to do your part, Wednesday and Pugsley sold lemonade (even if it was unsafe for human consumption) and you got a job at a nearby nursery. That didn't work out too well however, the children burst into tears the second you stepped into the room.

You sat upright in bed with Greg blissfully sleeping in the pillow that was your arm and the side of your hip and thigh. You looked down at him, your heart was now breaking at how broken he was. You stoked his cheek as he slept "I'm going to fix this..." you whispered and pressed a kiss to his head before getting up and leaving the motel room. Little did you know, Thing was following you.

---

When you knocked on the door of the Lestrade mansion, Tully opened the door. "I wish to speak to Fester," you didn't even wait for him to invite you in, you barged right in but as soon as you did, you were ambushed and tied to Greg's torture device. Tully slowly pulled it tighter, stretching your limbs.

"You've done this before.." you painfully groaned with a smirk on turn face before he did it again, making you wince.

Thing had seen everything who had rushed back to tell Greg. He was as a fast as a bolt of lightening when he learned you were in danger. He sped to the mansion and burst through the window "Mon Cher!" He went wide eyed seeing you in such a state.

"Darling! Be careful!" You cried as Tully lunged at him with a sword. Thing tossed Greg one and the two battled it out before Greg advanced on him and managed to grab hold of Tully's sword.

Greg crossed both blades at his throat with a proud smirk on his face, it fell when he heard a gun cock. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder, the gun was pointed right at you. "Put them down," Abigail warned Greg. He slowly placed him on the floor in front of him "Now open the vault."

He walked over to the bookcase but stopped to talked to you. Your wrists were burning with the friction of the rope against your skin. "Y/N..." he drawled out your name and swallowed hard "Seeing you like this...my blood boils." His voice was laced with anger and lust.

"As does mine..." you whispered and moved your face closer to his.

"This wheel of pain," he began "To live without you, that would be torture!"

Your eyes softened, you wanted nothing more than to hold his cheeks in your hands and kiss those soft lips "A day alone," you softly spoke "Only that would be death." You both leaned in and-

"Knock it off!" Abigail snapped. You both stopped just as your lips ghosted over one another's and turned to send the woman a deadly glare, one wasn't phased by Abigail was too engrossed with opening the vault. "Open the vault Lestrade! No tricks!"

"But could we just-" Fester spoke up but Abigail quickly cut him off.

"No! Go with him! Make sure he opens that vault!"

Greg and Fester went to the bookcase, Greg's finger lingering over the book that opened it. Fester had another idea. He pointed to the book next to it: 'Hurricane Irene'. Greg sent Fester a curt nod and the two grabbed the book opening it in the direction of Abigail and Tully. The two were whirled around the room and thrown outside into pits dug by Pugsley and Wednesday. Greg rushed over to you and freed you from the wheel, you fell into his arms and your lips landed on his.

"Perhaps, in a different situation, that wheel will come in handy...?" He wickedly smirked.

"Perhaps..." you hummed and kissed him again before you were disturbed by a groan coming from the corner. Fester.

Only this time it was Fester. The real Fester. When he fell to the floor something inside him lit up again and he remembered who he was. He really did suffer from amnesia after his trip to the Bermuda Triangle. You watched Greg and his brother embrace in a hug and smiled to yourself. Your husband was happy again.

---

You sat on the couch knitting away as the fire roared and crackled. Wednesday was carving a pumpkin, Pugsley was showing his uncle Fester his homage to him-dressing up as him for Halloween. Margaret was dressed as a fairy princess, accompanied by cousin It who was dressed as a cowboy and your husband was smoking a cigar with a smile on his face.

"Lets play a game!" Greg announced "What shall it be? 'Wake The Dead'?"

The children and Fester cheered, it was their favourite. "Are you coming?" Fester asked as they began to go outside.

"We'll catch up," you smiled and locked your arms with Greg, walking a little slower than everyone else with what you had knitted in your free hand.

The two of you stood by the door, watching everyone having a joyous time in the graveyard. "Oh, Y/N," Greg pulled you close to him, most of your weight was pressed against him as he held you tight and spoke into your hair "What a night. Everyone together at last. What more could we ask?"

You looked up to him and stood up slightly, he raised a brow when he felt your warmth and weight disappear from him "Greg...?" You held up what you had been knitting. It was too small for him, too small for you, too small for Wednesday, too small for Pugsley. He gasped every so slightly, finally making the correlation.

His eyes wandered down to your stomach and then back to you meet your gaze "Cara Mia..." he blinked "Is it true?"'

You nodded "Oui, mon Cher."

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you with as much passion as he could muster, you could feel him smile into the kiss uttering 'I love you' in every language he knew into your skin until it was burned into it.

You both pulled back to catch your breaths, Greg placed his hand over your stomach as gentle as he could. He could hear his other children laugh in the distance. There was a smile on everyone's face.

The Lestrade's were happy.

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65 million years in the making.

A/N: Second fic of the '90's marathon' week! I think this one is pretty self explanitory 😉

"I think we have hit the jackpot with his fossil!" You ecstatically squeaked as you carefully brushed away dust and dirt from a dinosaur skeleton.

Even though you couldn't see him, you felt Greg crouch next to you "I can't believe how intact it is. This is probably the best excavation I've ever been on." Greg stood back up and stretched out his legs, he helped you up too.

"I'm going to check how good the new tech is at scanning for bones," you smiled and walked off, Greg couldn't help but stare as you sauntered away.

He let out a long sigh but it was cut short when his face scrunched with confusion when he heard helicopter blades cut through the air. "Cover up the site!" He yelled and everyone frantically covered up the exposed bones. Greg was getting covered in dust as he approached the helicopter, telling the pilot to move but the pilot pointed in the direction of the camper.

Greg stormed towards it and burst open the door finding someone in the fridge "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The man turned around and popped a bottle of champagne "We were saving that!"

"For today!" The man with white hair and a white, wiry beard smiled.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Greg angrily pointed at him.

"John Hammond and I'm finally delighted to meet you in person Doctor Lestrade!" Hammond shook Greg's finger and blew the excess duct on his hands away. He walked to the sink to find some glasses, leaving Greg in a shocked state. "I see my fifty thousand a year has been well spent!"

"Okay who's the idiot?!" You stormed into the camper, ready to unleash your wrath.

"Uh this is paleobotanist Doctor Y/L/N," Greg introduced you "Y/N, this is Mr Hammond..." Greg glared at you and you gulped, realising you had just insulted your biggest donor.

"I...uh...did say idiot?" You nervously chuckled and shook his hand. He offered you a drink and explained why he was at the site. He told you both that he had built a park, that he needed you and Greg to endorse the park to get the approval to open it. "Why would they need our opinions?" You asked with an unsure smile.

"Yeah," Greg added "What kind of park is this?"

"I assure you," Hammond smiled "It's right up your alley! Why don't you both come down at the weekend?" You and Greg opened your mouth to argue against going. You had just uncovered an excellent fossil and the timing was very awkward "I'd compensate your dig..." Hammond proposed "For another three years."

You looked up to Greg, both clinking your glasses together before he wrapped his arms around you and spun you on the spot, both of you screeching with happiness.

---

A few days later you found yourself being squished into a helicopter with Greg and Hammond and a few others. Hammond's lawyer and another doctor who happily introduced himself to you with a smouldering smile. "Ian Malcom, I'm a chaos theorist, mainly finding attraction in things but I'm sure you'd know all about attraction, right? Miss..."

You shook his head with a smirk, not letting him phase you with his flirtatiousness "Doctor Y/N Y/L/N." He raised a brow, impressed by your quick wit. He sat back and made himself comfortable just as the helicopter approached the island. It dipped a little and you gripped onto Greg's arm, forgetting to pull away even after the helicopter landed "Sorry..." you uttered with an apologetic smile noticing the red mark on Greg's arm.

"It's fine," he nervously smiled. The two of you, along with doctor Malcom, made your way to the car while Hammond and his lawyer followed in the car behind.

You drove passed a plant and gasped, quickly stretching your arm out to pull off a leaf "Greg...this..." you placed your free hand on your head "This plant sh-shouldn't be here! It hasn't been around since the cretaceous period!"

Out of the corner of his eye get spotted something moving. He turned his head slightly and his jaw dropped, he shakily took off his glasses and stood up. He couldn't hear a word you were saying. Greg tapped on your head "Wha-" he turned your head with his hand and you mirrored his facial expression. "O-oh my god..." the sight before you took your breath away.

A dinosaur.

At first you and Greg thought you were dreaming. You stumbled out the car and walked closer to the Brachiosaurus. Hammond approached the both of you with a proud smile. In the distance Greg spotted a heard of two other species in the distance and fell to the grass, completely taken aback "H-how did you do this?" Greg whispered.

Hammond replied "I'll show you."

---

You sat through a show explaining how Hammond created the dinosaurs, you caught a glimpse into the lab but you wanted to see more. You, Greg and Ian pushed up the bars on the seat and escaped the little informative ride and headed to the lab.

You gasped "Look!" You pointed over to a egg that was moving. It began to hatch "Is that...a velociraptor?" You raised a brow and noticed the uneasy look Greg was giving you before being handed the minute old dinosaur.

"Yes," Hammond nodded "We have many species in the park. Their life starts here if the lab, we have an embryo cold store just over there." He pointed over to the locked lab "Our scientists then fertilise the eggs, eventually creating life."

"It must be difficult when they get out in the wild," Ian spoke up "You have no control over their breeding."

"What do you mean?" A scientist, Dr Henry Wu, spoke up.

"Well surely they...yanno...procreate..." he made a vague gesture with his hands.

"They can't, all the dinosaurs are female. We've engineered them that way. We deny the chromosome at a certain stage of development that would produce male dinosaurs." Dr Henry explained.

You looked away from the dinosaur for a moment "You deny them?"

Ian couldn't help but smirk as he shook his head "Surely they find away around this. If life has taught us anything it's that life cannot be contained. Life always goes on."

Dr Henry smirked "Are you implying that a group of all female dinosaurs will reproduce?"

Ian shrugged "No, what I'm saying is life uh...finds a way."

You pondered over his words while having lunch, you wondered if this park was a good idea and Greg knew what you were thinking. He could tell by the look on your face. This park was simultaneously ahead of its time and out of time.

When Hammond's grandchildren, Timmy and Lex, arrived, you all went on a tour around the park. Greg was being pestered by them both. Timmy especially kept asking Greg a question one after the other, not giving him a chance to answer which made you laugh. You shared a car with Greg and Ian, you were in the front and the two boys were in the back.

The cars were driverless and they took you through a set of huge gates "What have they got in here?" Ian snorted "King Kong?"

You smirked and shook your head just as you arrived at the first paddock but you couldn't see any of the dinosaurs. You knew Greg was more disappointed than you, he was desperate to see one. You then approached the T. Rex paddock but again, saw nothing. They even attempted to lure it closer with a goat. Greg sighed "It doesn't want fed it wants to hunt!" He flopped his hands before placing them on the top of your seat with a small thud.

You sent him a small smile and placed your hand on top of his for a moment before pulling away with your heart pounding in your chest, like it had been revived by the spark you felt when his skin came into contact with yours. You looked back out the window before Ian opened his mouth "God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs." His brows furrowed with every word.

You smirked "Dinosaur eats man. Women inherits the earth."

The two men looked at you before glancing one another. The tour eventually continued and Ian...enlightened...you about what he actually did. "Show me that glass of water, I'm gonna do a little experiment with you right now." He took your hand and dipped his finger in the water before placing the drop of water on the tip of his finger on your hand.

He wiped away the drop of water after it trickled down your hand and forearm and an did the same thing again. Before he did, he asked you this time what way it would go, you told him to the left of you hand, the same way as before but it didn't. He then went on to explain about different variations in your hand and unpredictability. He mentioned the word 'unpredictable' just as Greg jumped out the car.

"Greg?" You jumped out after him and everyone followed suit. When you followed him to where he was going, you couldn't believe your eyes. A Triceratops.

Tears blurred your vision and you let a small sob of a laugh, completely and utterly overwhelmed by the animal. You kneeled down and placed your hand on it, tracing your fingers over its rough skin. Greg was in awe, he couldn't help but rest himself in the animal and listen to its heartbeat.

"What's the matter with it?" You asked the doctor who was on sight with the dinosaur.

"We aren't quite sure, that's what we are trying to establish."

Your eyes softened as you stroked its face, completely unfazed by the loud rumbles of thunder you had just heard. "I think we should get back to the car..." Hammond's lawyer announced and looked up.

"You guys go ahead," you looked up to everyone "I'm going to stay here for a little bit."

"You sure? Greg asked, staying put while everyone walked off.

"Yeah," you nodded and stood up "I'll catch up with you later." You placed a hand on his chest "Enjoy the rest of the tour, and don't get eaten!" You joked.

"The same thing applies to you!" Greg laughed died down as he gazed into your eyes "I'll see you later." You watched as he walked off and went back into the car just as the sky began to darken, momentarily lighting up from a flash of lightning.

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When you had arrived back at the visitor centre your worst fears had set in "What's going on? What's happening?" You burst into the control room.

"We've lost all communications with them because of the storm!" Hammond explained. You walked up to the computers and saw the flashing warning signs. All the power was cut off. "The last known location of them was at the Tyrannosaurus paddock." You swallowed thickly, your heart felt like it was going to burst, break and shrivel up all at the same time. "My grandchildren, you have to get them!" Hammond pleaded with his expert wrangler, Robert Muldoon.

He nodded and grabbed his hat "I'm going with him!" You announced and didn't wait for protesting voices, grabbing a jacket on the way to the car. You couldn't shake the horrendous feeling in the pit of your stomach. What if Greg was dead? What if he was killed and you didn't have the chance to tell him how you really felt? You shook away those thoughts and fears. You couldn't think like that. You had to stay positive. Although that was becoming increasingly harder to do as you approached the T. Rex paddock and noticed all the wires keeping the thing in were gone.

You looked around for any sign of Greg but there was nothing. Under some leaves you heard a groan and found a badly hurt Ian. "Ian? Ian!" You tapped his face.

"Remind me to thank Hammond for a lovely weekend..." he sarcastically retorted. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was sure to be back to his normal self in no time.

"Is here any chance we can move him?" You asked Robert.

In the distance you heard the spine chilling roar of the T.Rex and suddenly Ian sat up "There's a chance." You and Robert supported either side of him and took him to the car, placing in in the back of the open jeep before you jogged a few yards to look for Greg again, there was every chance he could be in the same situation as you found Ian in. You heard the same roar, it sounded closer than before. "Y/N, we have got to go!" Robert called you back. You let out a small, disappointed gruff before noticing the other car.

You hurried towards it and called out Greg's name but there was no sign of him or Hammond's grandchildren. You moved your flashlight around and noticed three sets of footprints. They were alive. You let out a massive sigh of relief and your whole body eased for a moment before tensing when you heard your name being shrieked. You ran back to the car and rejoined Ian and Robert, you were just in it when out of the trees emerged the T. Rex.

You turned around, which was a stupid move on your part, you wished you hadn't, and screamed. "Shit! Go faster!" You slapped Roberts arm "Go faster!"

Ian fell back on you as the dinosaur nudged the jeep with its head, both of you screaming just as loud as the roar coming from the T. Rex. Eventually it slowed and Robert managed to dive off with everyone still in one piece. When you got back to the visitor centre you gave Ian a shot of morphine to ease his pain "The last I saw Greg and the kids were okay, he never stopped talking about you when you stayed behind with that Triceratops yanno."

You sent him a thin smile before raising his leg slightly and leaving him to rest. You joined Hammond in the dining area where he was surrounded with ice cream. "They were all melting," he weakly chuckled before letting out a sigh "This has been a disaster." You agreed with him, the park was amazing at first but now it was nothing short of a nightmare. "I just wanted to give everyone a real experience, no illusions. I wanted to do something that had never been attempted before."

"Isn't this just an illusion? It was just a wild dream!" You unintentionally snapped "People have died. You cannot attempt to bring back the past!"

Hammond huffed "And now I'm paying the price."

You grabbed a spoon and had a mouthful of ice cream as you thought of Greg "We both are."

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Greg climbed over fallen tree trunks and helped Timmy and Lex over the ones that were a little too high for them. That was when he spotted eggs. "Malcom was right," Greg tiredly rubbed his face "Some species of frog can change sex in environments where there are overwhelming amount of creatures of the same sex. They used frog DNA to complete the gene code. Life found a way."

Greg and the two kids then delved deeper into the forest, trying to find their way back to the compound.

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Mr Arnold, a technician at the park who was trapped with you and the others, shut down all the systems and tried turning them back on again. The computers had rebooted but everything else, including all the lights, were still off.

"I'll go over to the maintenance shed and turn it on manually from there. That should reset the circuit breaker. I can have the power on in three minutes." Mr Arnold spoke up.

"Well until you get back, I suggest we all go into the emergency bunker. Just to be safe." Hammond lead you all off while Mr Arnold when in the opposite direction, outside.

Twenty minutes later, you were still waiting "Something's wrong..."

"Y/N's right," Ian spoke up from where he was resting on the table.

Hammond scoffed "Delays happen! Did you know the opening of Disneyland was delayed? Everything broke down!"

"Yeah but when the Pirates of the Caribbean ride breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists!" Ian snapped before wincing from the pain in his leg.

You were pacing about "I-I have to do something. I have to go over. I can't take it anymore!"

"It's not just a nice stroll down the road," Robert warned before getting a gun and loading it "I'm going with you."

You grabbed a walkie-talkie, one for you and one for Hammond who was looking over the blueprints "This isn't going to be like turning on your lights in the house but I think I can walk you through it." You sent him a nervous smile "It should really be me that's going."

"Why?" You asked with a furrowed eyebrow.

"Well I'm a...and you're a...." he trailed off.

You rolled your eyes, unimpressed "Look, we can discuss sexism in survival situations when I get back." You glared at him before leaving with Robert. When you got outside, you felt incredibly uneasy, like there was something constantly watching you. Approaching the bushes, you climbed over trees and let out a small breath of relief seeing the shed up ahead. "We can make it if we run..." you told Robert who was frozen on the spot.

"We can't," he whispered, you asked him why "Because we're being hunted..." your whole body tensed and you looked about, it felt like everything in the trees and bushes was moving. "You run towards he shed. I've got her. Go! Now!" You ran as fast as your legs could take you, jumping over logs and swinging over them until you reached the shed and slammed the door shut. You tried to catch your breath as you put on your torch.

"Okay," you spoke to Hammond and Ian "I'm in." They led you through to the main power box and you switched on all the buttons. One by one, the lights came on "I think we're back in busi-ahhhhhh!" Your scream burst from your chest seeing a velociraptor come through the wires. You ran out and closed the cage door behind you but the raptor lunged towards you and nocked you down. You were quick to act and used your feet to shut over the door, the raptors roar mixing with your scream. You couldn't even hear Ian and Hammond shouting, asking what was happening. You stumbled back towards the wall and screamed again feeling something heavy on your shoulder, glancing down you noticed it was Mr Arnold. Letting out a sigh of relief you taped his hand...before it and his arm fell on you. Letting out a strained scream you pushed away the body part and ran out of the shed, crashing your back against the door and tiredly sobbing against the door. You knew you could hang about and hurried back to the complex.

As you stumbled up the small hill you heard your name being called out. Your eyes squeezed shut, wondering if it was just a dream.

It wasn't.

You spotted his hat first and then almost burst into tears seeing him standing in front of you and apart from a few cuts and bruises, he seemed okay. "Y/N!" Greg's whole face lit up with a smile. You ran towards him, he held his arms out to hug you but you had other ideas and took him completely by surprise when you crashed your lips against his. It was quick, you didn't really have the time. "Let's continue that later," Greg smirked before it fell hearing the call of the raptors.

He grabbed your hand and took you back into the compound where you got Lex and Timmy. You were about to run outside but we're cornered by four raptors. Your hand found Greg's and held it tightly, Greg could feel your heart racing under your skin. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the T. Rex burst though the brick wall. The raptors who were now distracted by the larger dinosaur, meant you had the chance to run for it. The four of you raced to the car Hammond was driving with Ian in the back. Hammond had called in for a helicopter which was waiting in the same area it dropped you off. When you were up in the air, you could finally calm down and breathe. "Perhaps instead of a wild weekend, you two should take a romantic one..." Ian teased and glanced between both you and Greg "Although, after spending the last few days with Y/N, I think you'd be in for a wild weekend anyway Greg!" You nudged his side causing the chaos theorist to flinch. Greg rolled his eyes with a smirk at the comment.

"Got to admit Y/N," Greg spoke up, being careful not to wake a sleeping Lex and Timmy "I thought I would turn into a fossil first before that happened back there."

Ian sat up a little straighter "What? What happened? What did I miss?!"

You smirked and leaned over slightly to Greg, cupping the back of his neck and passionately kissing him for a few seconds before turning to Ian who was gaping.

"That..." you proudly smiled "Even if it did feel like it took 65 million years to finally happen."

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Soul before sovereign. (11/?)

Summary: While studying history at university, an unlikely encounter between a mysterious, handsome man in glasses makes your last year at the uni a memorable one.

Warnings: swearing, angst.

A/N: A little short but it packs a punch!😅😭 I hope you enjoy and have a great weekend! ❤️

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Chapter 11

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"Tell me something, Y/N..."

You slowly moved your eyes across the living room to look at Mary sitting in the corner with the biggest cup of coffee you had ever seen being held between both of her hands. "Yes..?" You asked resting a textbook on your lap.

"It's the first day back after the winter break and you are already throwing yourself into uni work, even the afternoon we met up you were studying." She lightly laughed as she shook her head "Don't you ever stop?"

"I would but I've got so much to do, I got through most of it during the holidays." You returned to reading your book. You had arrived back at the flat a few hours ago, Mary arrived an hour later and Molly was still on the train.

"I thought you would have been busy..." you could hear the playful teasing tone in her voice. It made you raise a brow.

You placed down your book again on your thigh "Please elaborate..."

"Well I thought you would have seen your fancy man during the holidays." You rolled your eyes and got back to reading "Judging from the picture he drew you, he seems to be good with his hands-"

"Mary!" You gasped and tossed a pillow at her, you both couldn't stop giggling. "You can take anything and make it vulgar and for your information, I wouldn't know how good he is with his hands."

Her brow crinkled slightly "Wasn't he going to stay the night?"

"He was but a pipe had burst in his flat and had to head home, I didn't want to tell you that over lunch because I knew you would have announced to the whole restaurant something along the lines of: 'I bet you would have wanted him to burst your pipes.'"

She burst out laughing and frantically nodded "Oh you're so right! I think you've lived with me for too long!" You hummed a response and had a small smile on your face. Mary noticed you space out for a second, eventually moving over to sit beside you "You really like him, don't you?"

"I think I'm a little passed that..." Mary raised a brow at you "I think I'm really falling for him. Whenever I think about him I can't stop smiling." She noticed the bright smile take up half of you face. She hugged you from the side and pulled back seconds before the door opened. Molly waltzed in with her suitcase trailing behind.

After a few hours of catching up with the two of them, you phone buzzed. A text from Greg asking to meet at Sherrinfords. You stood up and headed towards the door, picking your jacket up in the way.

"Where are you going?" Molly asked as she sipped on her tea.

You nervously pointed between your phone and the door "Um...I'm...I'm going to the coffee shop!"

Mary scoffed "Yeah, well, make sure 'the coffee shop' uses a condom."

Molly giggled at her remark while you groaned "I'm honestly going to Sherrinfords!"

"Bring us back a double chocolate muffin each as proof!" Mary called out as you opened the door and stepped out of the flat, quickly shutting it behind you.

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"Hey!" You ecstatically squealed seeing Greg standing waiting for you outside Sherrinfords. He moved his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he spun on his heel to greet you.

"Hi!" You both wrapped your arms around each other, Greg spun you on the spot before sweetly kissing you "I missed you."

"I missed you too! Come on," you dragged him inside "This is on me!" Greg protested but you weren't having any of it and shooed him to the usual table you both sat it. You approached Mike at the bar and placed your usual order, asking him to reserve two muffins for Molly and Mary. You pulled out your purse but before you could pay, Mike held his hand up to stop you.

"Already taken care of!"

You gritted your teeth together and your eye twitched. You turned to Greg who winked with a boyish smirk on his face. "I swear Mike, I'll get him back one day!" Mike laughed as you walked away with your drinks "You love getting one up on me..."

"Like you said- passively aggressively buying each other coffee is our thing." He took the coffee off you and slowly sipped away at it "What did you get up to over the holidays then?"

"Not much, I got up quite late one day actually and I went to make some coffee but I was half asleep so when my mum asked me if I'd pour her a cup of tea I put the tea bag and coffee in the one cup and poured the water in it. I took one sip of it and almost spat it out over the carpet!" You both shared a laugh before letting Greg know about Sherlock "Oh I actually met one of your roommates too!"

Greg almost brought his coffee back up and went as white as a sheet "Y-you wh-what?!"

"Yeah!" You hummed, not noticing his nervousness "I bumped into him by accident, he said he recognised me from your drawing you did."

"Oh I bet he recognised you..." Greg uttered under his breath, you never heard him. He knew this was all down to his guards, there was no way that you met Sherlock by chance. "What did you do?"

"Went for a coffee, wasn't as good as here. We just had a general chat, he seems nice!" You smiled and took a gulp of your now lukewarm flat white. You felt a hand hold onto yours, your eyes followed the length of Greg's arm before eventually connecting with his burning gaze.

"Y/N, there's something I need to say..." the seriousness in his voice made your stomach sink and your whole body paralyse with worry. You waited for him to continue, he struggled to get his words out.

"Greg, what's the matter?" You placed a hand on top of his and gently stroked it, it eased his nerves. He knew he had to tell you about who he really was.

"I...I uh...I'm..." he couldn't do it "I think I'm...falling for you." But he could tell you the truth about how he felt.

Your eyes widened slightly and you could feel your cheeks burn ever so slightly. But worry quickly washed away and you squeezed his hand "You don't have to be so nervous," you assured with a soft smile "I feel the same way." You could see Greg exhale the breath he was holding. He leaned across the table to give you a short peck. Your eyes flickered up to the clock on the wall and you let out a sigh "I need to be getting back, Molly is making dinner. Do you want to join?"

"Sorry, John, my other roommate is cooking tonight." Greg politely declined, he was going to tear though his guards when he got home. You understood that he had plans and invited him to yours anything for dinner. You knew Mary and Molly would eventually meet him one day. Being reminding of the pair led you to the coffee bar where you picked up their muffins before walking back home with Greg by your side.

"Thanks for walking me back, I'll see you tomorrow after class?" You asked with a hopeful smile.

"Sounds good with me," he kissed your cheek "See you then." He watched you disappear into the building, as soon as you were gone he rushed home to comfort his guards. When she stepped into the flat, they were all at the table playing poker.

"I asked you to keep an eye on Y/N not interrogate her!" He snapped and the three guards shared a glance.

"Greg, we just had to double check she wasn't a danger to you and to get a feel for her personality wise..." John tried to explain.

"Oh so you send Sherlock? I'm surprised you didn't scare her off!" He took off his glasses and threw them into the couch, running a hand though his hair "You know, I would give her the world if she wanted it, she deserves it. Please do not ruin this for me. Y/N is the only person who sees me as a regular person. That's all I ever wanted!"

"We know," the three of them said at the one time.

The young prince let out a drawn sigh before heading to his room. His classes started early the next morning and he wasn't in the mood to argue and debate with his guards all night.

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Mary mindlessly walked through the small supermarket early the next morning, the milk supply was running low and she was the only one that was fully dressed, you and Molly were still in your pyjamas.

She hummed along to the song to the tune being quietly played through the speakers, there wasn't many people in the shop, just her, an older woman and two cashiers floating around. Mary picked up a pint of milk among other things but froze on the spot when she passed the newspaper racks.

The screamed so loud that the cashiers came rushing over to her and saw her gawking at the papers. She dropped her basket and picked one up, tossing coins at the the cashiers before running out the shop and back to the flat as fast as she could.

"Y/N! Y/N what the fuck?!" She burst though the door and tossed the paper at you just as you emerged fully dressed from your room.

"Mary what the-" you cut yourself seeing the words 'Prince Lestrade and his mystery lady!' In big bold writing with the words 'Exclusive photos inside!' Underneath.

There, clear as day, a photo of you and Greg in the front of the newspaper. "W-what is this...?" Your voice cracked "Is this a joke?!"

"Y/N there is a photo of you on the front page of every newspaper..." you looked up to her and then back to the photo of you and Greg.

"T-this is just a joke!" You forced a laugh "A joke!" You looked at Mary with pleading eyes "Right?"

"What is with all the yelling!" Molly came out of the bathroom "All this over milk?!"

Mary shook her head and didn't say a word, Molly slowly approached you and carefully took the paper from your hands. She instantly went wide eyed "Is this real?!"

"I need to get the others for you Y/N, there are different photos in each one..." Mary walked over to you and held your forearms.

"Fuck!" You sobbed out and felt the tears stream down your face.

"You must have known this was going to happen Y/N, it says you're snogging a prince for god sake!" Molly hollered as she read report.

"No," you whispered, Mary heard you. You looked up to her and sniffled "He never told me..." the tips of yours burned with anger "He never told me a thing." You escaped Mary's grip and grabbed your jacket, your knuckles turning white with force and rage. Your two roommates ran after you as you stormed out of the flat and headed towards the art department in the university.

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One of the boys.

Summary: You live in the middle of London with four boys; Greg, Sherlock, John and Mycroft. It was never going to be easy, especially after falling for the silver haired DI...

Warnings: Maybe a few swears? That's about it.

A/N: PRAISE THE LORD! NO DOLORES IN THIS CHAPTER 🙌🏼😭😅 (Although she is mentioned, there's no getting away from her 😖) I hope you all have a fantastic week! ❤️

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Chapter 5

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When you finally emerged from the bathroom the house was quiet, a stillness had engulfed every room. Except in the living room, where Sherlock was pacing about.

You headed towards your room and dried yourself off, placing on a fresh set of clothes and putting your other ones into the washing machine that was downstairs in the complex you lived in. You shared the block with another neighbour, Mrs Hudson, who loved your company. You'd pop in a few times a week and have tea with her, she was a great respite from the boys.

When you arrived back in the flat you finally approached Sherlock-who was still pacing. "Hey..." you drawled out "Whatcha doing?" Your eyebrow raised slightly and Sherlock stopped walking, pressing his hands together and bringing his fingers to his lips.

"John is at work today so I was waiting for you."

Your eyes narrowed "Why?"

"Case." Sherlock simply replied and fetched his coat that was on a hook by the door. He grabbed yours and tossed it at you resulting in a growl escaping your throat as your coat hit your face.

You locked the door and followed Sherlock down the stairs, you found it a little difficult to keep up with his long legs. He hailed a cab and you both jumped in. The consulting detective then got a text and smirked to himself, you peered over and noticed it was a text from Greg wondering where he was.

"They must be really stumped..." you mused.

Sherlock let out an amused snort under his breath "What's new?"

You rolled your eyes and looked out of the window with a smile starting to develop on your face. The ride was fairly short and you had pretty much stepped out the taxi as stood as you stepped in. Sherlock rushed out the cab and you let out a huff "Yeah! Sure! I'll just pay!" You spoke to yourself and handed the cabbie a handful of money before chasing after Sherlock.

You wrapped your coat around you as a breezy and chilly gust of air whooshed passed you both.

Sherlock held up the police tape for you "Oh chivalry isn't dead," you forced a grin "And please tell me again why I'm out with you when I could be at home in my pyjamas watching 'A Cinderella Story'?"

"You can watch it when we get back," he uttered "And I know you secretly enjoy all this..." he smirked and you playfully rolled your eyes before you both found Greg. "What have we got, Lestrade?"

"Well-" Greg cut himself off and smiled when he saw you "Y/N! Hi! What are you going here?"

"Day off today," you grinned before Sherlock barged in between the both of you.

"Focus Lestrade, we all engage in enough chit chat at home..." he uttered and you and Greg sent each other an unimpressed glance "What have we got?"

"Take a look for yourself and see..." he led you both through and you saw Sherlock's eyes lit up and flicker from side to side as he started to make his deductions. He crouched by the body and pulled on a pair of white gloves and Greg did the same.

"Ohh Lestrade's slapping on the latex! This is getting serious!" You joked with a smile and Sherlock stifled a laugh, Greg sent you a deadpanned expression and your smile fell "Sorry..." you muttered.

Greg stood up and excused himself to take a phone call while you joined Sherlock, crouching over the dead man and seeing straight lines cut all the way down his back. "So, what does the great Sherlock Holmes make of this?"

"You think I'm great?" The corner of his lip twitched upwards.

"Answer my question..." you glared.

"Answer mine..."

You rolled your eyes "Sherlock, we aren't five years old." A moment of silence passed "Plus I asked you first."

He pondered for a moment, scanning his eyes over the body "Attacked by a bear perhaps?" You could hear the joking undertone in his quiet voice.

"Attacked by a bear? Really?" You played along "How many bears do you know?"

"Paddington."

"He wouldn't kill someone..." you uttered.

"He would if they were eating his marmalade sandwich."

You burst out laughing and quickly covered your mouth, earning a few strange looks from the officers around you "Stop it!" You playfully scolded Sherlock. "There's a dead man in front of us and you're making me laugh!"

"Have you got it yet?" Greg walked in and you and Sherlock both stood up.

"I'd send that pill he has in his mouth away for a toxicology report," Sherlock uttered and you went wide eyed having no idea he knew there was something in the dead mans mouth. "It's almost fully dissolved so hurry up...I'll tell you when I've solved it!"

Sherlock walked out and you turned to Greg who seemed a little flabbergasted "I'll see you later, it's chicken for dinner tonight."

"Uh yeah, that's good!" He snapped out of his surprised state.

Your phone dinged and you took it out, Greg nosily tried to see who it was "Mycroft," you muttered and Greg let out a throat full of air that he didn't know he was holding "He's just landed." You text him back before putting your phone away "Anyway, I shall see you tonight!" You sent a single wave in Greg's direction before joining Sherlock.

"We need to stop off at the shops before going home," you practically skipped to keep up with him.

"We?" He turned his head in your direction with a raised brow.

"Yes 'we'! There's no milk in the fridge despite me writing and underlining it on the whiteboard. We seem to be consuming milk like it's going out of fashion. Come on, we can grab the tube from here and just pop to the shops near the flat." Sherlock looked annoyed many the whole thing. You playfully nudged his side with your elbow "Cheer up, I know you want to smile because you've solved that murder caseee!" You sang and Sherlock's lips twitched upwards.

"How did you know it was a murder?" He asked as you made your way to catch the tube.

"I've been learning from the greatest," you winked and skilfully walked down the escalators to the platform. You stood arm to arm with Sherlock who almost towered over you.

"So you do think I'm great?" You glanced up and noticed the cocky smirk on his face.

"I think you're a great pain in my ass..." you playfully jibed "I also think it's great how insufferable you are. It's great how rude you are and how-"

"I get your point..." Sherlock muttered.

You looked up at him before resting your chin on his shoulder, having to stand on your tiptoes to do so "You know I'm kidding!" He cracked a smile and you knew it was a genuine one. The tube arrived and you extended his arm out for Sherlock to get into the carriage "Ladies first..." you sarcastically smirked.

He performed the same action with an equally sarcastic grin "Age before beauty..."

You gasped "You little shi-"

Sherlock cut you off and walked passed you "So I'll go first," you couldn't help but playfully roll your eyes before following him in.

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You grabbed a basket and wandered through the shop, it sat in the crook of your arm only encouraging you to swing it about. You grabbed a pint of milk and placed it in the basket, raising your brows at the jar of honey being placed in the basket at the same time as you were placing the milk into it.

You looked up and saw Sherlock grinning at you "Can I get this?" He borderline pleaded.

You felt like his mother for a spilt second. "Put it in..." you sighed and he dropped it in with a bigger smile "You're obsessed with that stuff."

"Bees are incredible creatures and I love what they produce," Sherlock walked beside you as you placed various other things in the basket. "I'm assuming you're planning some sort of 'gathering' while Mycroft is away...?"

You dramatically gasped with a sinful smile "Me?! Never! I have never held a house party that Mycroft has never found out about. Ever."

Sherlock smirked "What time are Molly and Mary coming over at?"

"Half eight tomorrow..." you placed the items on the conveyer belt "Thank god Dolores isn't coming...or at least I hope she isn't!" You nervously laughed. Sherlock studied you intently as you bagged everything up, payed the cashier and then told him to get a move on.

It was getting dark due to the rainclouds that had taken over the sky above, thankfully the pair of you would probably make it back just in time before it poured.

"It's okay not to like someone..." Sherlock spoke up and you turned to him with a raising brow.

"Are you trying to say that after living with each other for almost five years that you hate me?" Sherlock smirked at your playful tone "Because I was so sure we were going to get married someday...." you sarcastically added.

Sherlock stopped outside the flat and you faced him "All I'm trying to say is that you don't have to worry about a certain woman who was sick on your jeans this morning."

"I don't worry," you tried to reassure him just as the rain started "It's not up to me who Greg dates, Sherlock. Please just drop this," you sighed and Sherlock noticed a wet stream on your cheek "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

The consulting detective didn't know if it was a raindrop or a tear.

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"We should have a game night!" John announced "Monopoly?"

"It always gets messy when we play that," you warned from the top of the table "Plus Greg isn't back from work yet, unless we just play it between the three of us?"

"If it's the three of us there's less chance of an argument," Sherlock stood up and cleared away the plates. "Are you leaving this piece of chicken in the oven for Lestrade?" He hollered from the kitchen.

"Yeah!" You shouted back before looking at John "Monopoly it is then."

The doctor clapped his hands together "Great! I'll set it up. What could possibly go wrong with a nice game of Monopoly?"

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One of the boys.

Summary: You live in the middle of London with four boys; Greg, Sherlock, John and Mycroft. It was never going to be easy, especially after falling for the silver haired DI...

Warnings: swearing, Dolores being a general pain in the arse (but she will never change 😅)

A/N: Ahhh thank you to everyone who's enjoying this series fic so far! 😁 I love writing it! I hope you all have a fantastic week! ❤️

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Chapter 4

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You walked out of the kitchen and joined everyone in the living room. You sent Greg a thin lipped smile as you sat across from him and Dolores on the other couch with Sherlock. You noticed the consulting detective tweeting away while John pressed play. You noticed Mycroft's absence, you knew he'd be in his room. "What are we watching?" Sherlock asked, eventually putting down his phone.

"'Why him?' Mary recommended it, she said it was quite funny."

You sat back with your legs perched up on the sofa, Sherlock sat in a similar fashion. Throughout the film your eyes wandered from the screen to Greg and Dolores, she was constantly draping herself over him and trying to catch his attention, you didn't even feel your lip start to sneer at the sight.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you took it out. A text from Sherlock.

From Sherlock: Your mouth might not be saying anything but your face certainly is.

From Y/N: Yeah? Well would you like to know what my fist has to say?

From Sherlock: I'd rather not...but if you'd like to converse your fist with Dolores's mouth to shut her up I wouldn't hold you back.

You smiled and tried to hold back your laugh that was bubbling in your throat.

From Y/N: STOPPPPPP! You're going to make me laugh and the film is at a serious bit! You know, the film we're supposed to be watching instead of texting!

From Sherlock: What is this film even about anyway?

From Y/N: No idea! I haven't been able to watch it because somebody *cough* you *cough* has been texting me. But to be honest I'd rather be watching Blue Planet 2.

From Sherlock: Me too. Attenborough' s voice is incredibly soothing.

From Y/N: Want to watch it in my room? We can get away from the face sucking monster that's sitting across from us?

From Sherlock: Sounds good. Grab some drinks.

You got up off the couch and stretched a little "I'm going to call it a night guys, do any of you want a drink before I head into my room?"

"Meeeeee!" Dolores droned out the word and stuck her hand up, giggling.

You raised a brow and turned to John "Isn't she a bit drunk already?" John shrugged and you let out a sigh before heading to the kitchen. You took out a few bottles from the fridge and placed them on the table in the middle of the living room. Dolores flew for them. You looked up to Greg and sent him a thin smile before heading to your room.

Greg glanced back and watched you disappear into your room. His brows knitted together seeing Sherlock follow you in with a bowl of popcorn. Greg turned back to the screen but wasn't focusing on the film, his face was starting to contort with...jealousy?

"You alright Greg?" John noticed and Greg snapped out of his thoughts.

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine!" He forced a grin. John didn't look convinced but didn't mention it again.

Greg's head turned back to your door again and every vein in his body flooded with jealousy again.

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"Look at that fish!" You screamed out in awe "It has a clear head! You could not make this shit up!" You squeaked and took a swig out of your bottle before crunching a mouthful of popcorn.

"It is quite remarkable and-Oh my god! Look at that shark!" Sherlock almost burst with excitement, causing you to giggle.

"This is way better than watching the film...and Dolores." Sherlock uttered and you nodded in agreement "On the subject of her, what do you think?"

You rolled your eyes "Why does everyone care what I think of her? John asked me the same thing earlier! As long as Greg's happy that's the main thing." You kept your eyes on the screen and avoided Sherlock's burning gaze. "Stop..." you sighed and shut your eyes.

"Stop what?" Sherlock asked, trying to be completely innocent.

"Giving me that creepy, sympathetic, concerned look. Please don't worry about me. Like I said; I don't care."

Sherlock opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'but you do care, stop lying to yourself and everyone else' but he didn't. He saw you yawning, he knew you were tired and he didn't want to aggravate you right before going to sleep.

As soon as the show ended, your head hit against the pillow and you were out like a light. Sherlock placed your covers over you and took away the empty bottles and popcorn bowl, he turned off your light before shutting the door over. He didn't even notice Greg glaring at him as he popped into the kitchen before returning to his own room.

Greg was stuck on the couch with Dolores sleeping on top of him. She fell asleep halfway through the movie and now all Greg was watching was the news. John had went to his bed as soon as the film finished.

Greg carefully moved Dolores so he could get to his own bed, he grabbed a blanket for her and left her be.

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"You're up a bit early aren't you?"

You smiled at Mycroft as you entered the kitchen at half four in the morning.

"Couldn't sleep thanks to snoring sleeping beauty over there..." you trailed off in a quiet voice and looked over to her before returning your focus to a smirking Mycroft "Plus I wanted to see you off, as usual." You softly smiled at the suited and booted man in front of you who had a suitcase by his feet.

"That's very nice of you. My car should be coming shortly to take me to the airport."

You nodded and jumped slightly hearing a single loud snore as Dolores inhaled a gasp of air. Your eyes wandered over to her again and Mycroft followed your gaze.

"You don't have to worry about her," he whispered.

You let it a small groan "Why does everyone think I worry about who Greg dates? It's his life he can go out with whoever he wants!" You unintentionally snapped. Mycroft lightly shrugged and you apologised.

"Apology accepted, but I'm serious. Don't worry about her."

You thanked him with a smile before a car horn disturbed the both of you. "Enjoy Washington!" You embraced him in a quick hug. Mycroft didn't hug back, he never did. "I packed a packet of haribo starmix in your hand luggage because I know you love them and that you kinda hate airplane food. I also got the packet with the most gummy hearts in it because I know they're your favourite."

"You're very thoughtful..." he walked to the door and you saw him out.

"Yeah well I'd do the same for all my boys," you smiled to yourself and opened the door for him. Mycroft stepped out onto the landing with a half smile on his face. You leaned yourself against the doorframe "Tell me when you land. You know I always worry."

"I will, I'll see you soon. Don't have any house parties while I'm away..." he warned with a stern look.

You raised a brow "Don't you start any wars because I just cleaned out my room the other day. I don't want my efforts wasted!" You retorted back with a smirk.

"I'll try my best," he sarcastically grinned "Goodbye and thanks again, Y/N." you waved him off before shutting the door back over again. You decided to head back to bed and squeeze in a few hours sleep.

Your eyes struggled to open, they were almost adamant in staying shut. When they did open again you noticed it was approaching half eight in the morning, a tired groan escaped your lips as you got up out of bed. You opened the door and found John frantically rushing up and down the hall to get ready for work.

"Morning Y/N!" He chirped.

"Morning John, I'm going to make some tea. Do you want a cup before heading off to work?" You asked whilst making yourself one.

"Oh yes please!" He tied up his shoes and you poured out the boiling water in to mugs. "Sleep well?" He asked taking the cup from you.

"Not really..." you breathed out and looked in the direction of Dolores "All I could hear was snoring."

John nodded with a smirk "Me too." You rested your bum against the worktop as you sipped on your tea. John was on his phone, you assumed he was messaging Mary giving her an advanced notice that he'd be leaving soon and would pick her up on the way to the doctors surgery.

"You needing a lift to work?" John asked, not removing his eyes from his phone screen.

"Nope, I've finished my press statement so I don't have to be in today, no meetings or anything either. I might help Sherlock if he has a case."

John let out a snort of laughter "Who's more demanding? Sherlock or the prime minister?"

"Sherlock, hands down!" You giggled.

"Morning..." a sleepy voice appeared out of nowhere.

"Morning Greg," both you and John spoke at the same time. You automatically made Greg a cup of tea and he took it from you with a thankful smile.

"I'm sorry if Dolores kept you up," he grimaced slightly.

"It's alright," you assured, not wanting to upset him "How is she getting home?"

Greg sighed "I can drop her off before heading into work, I should probably wake her up..." he hummed. "Can you two help me?"

You sent John a wry glance out the side of your eye before you both let out a defeated huff of air under your breaths and placed down your tea. You followed Greg into the living room and he gently tried to wake Dolores up, after a few sleepy grunts and groans, she began to wake. Greg dashed to the kitchen to grab her a glass of water while you and John attempted to get her off the couch.

"Bath-bathroom..." she grumbled while hunched over.

"What did she say?" John asked before a loud gagging noise filled the room.

You let out a gasp before both you and John released your grasp on Dolores, making her fall back on to the couch.

You shut over your eyes and remained frozen on the spot next to John. "Please tell me that didn't just happen..." you asked in a quiet tone and grabbed onto his arm.

"Yeah," John groaned "It did."

"What's all the-" Greg arrived back into the living room "-noise...?" He uttered out and you opened your eyes again. Your left leg and John's right leg was covered in sick.

"I'm showering first!" John quickly waddled to the bathroom.

"No!" You groaned and tried to catch up with him but he landed to get there first. "Expect payback John Watson!" You banged your palms against the door. You sighed and rested your head against the door.

"Y/N I am so, so sorry!" Greg was genuinely completely and utterly mortified.

"It's fine..." you muttered and suddenly the bathroom door opened. You barged passed John and slammed the door shut, almost tearing off your trousers. When you got into the shower you pressed your forehead against the cold tiles and let out a long, disappointed sigh.

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Soul before sovereign. (10/?)

Summary: While studying history at university, an unlikely encounter between a mysterious, handsome man in glasses makes your last year at the uni a memorable one.

Warnings: None!

A/N: Thank you for waiting! So sorry about last night but my wifi is back to normal again thankfully! This is the calm before the storm next week 😏😅 I hope you enjoy and have a great weekend! ❤️

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Chapter 10

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"You know who'll be best to meet Y/N..." John whispered to Mycroft as they stood outside Greg's room at the palace, waiting for him to call them in when he was ready.

"He might tear her to shreds...but perhaps your right, he can get a lot of information out of someone." Mycroft uttered back.

"What are you two on about?" Sherlock made them both jump as he unexpectedly appeared out of nowhere.

"Nothing!" The two guards chirped with slightly suspicious smiles on their faces. Before Sherlock could hound them, the door opened and out emerged Greg. Without his glasses.

"Now we're stuck in the period when it's the days between Christmas and new year and no one knows what to do with themselves..." he sighed out and walked passed his guards.

"Yes well not you!" Mycroft smirked "You have a lunch to attend to this afternoon with your parents and their guests."

"Who's the guests?" Greg was loosely listening as he took out his phone and smiled seeing a message from you. You had both messaged each other every day.

"Uh...well..." John nervously cleared his throat.

Greg froze. He went as white as a sheet. Turning on his heel, he looked at his guards with a worried expression "No." The three guards shared an uneasy look with one another "No! No! No!!" Greg attempted to run back to his room but his guards caught him.

"The faster you get it over with the less painful it will be!" Sherlock tried to assure him as he and the two others pushed him towards the dining room.

"No! Please!" Greg tried to dig his feet into the floor but ended up sliding forwards.

"An hour, Greg. An hour and then it will be over!" John uttered in his ear.

"It will never be over! Don't make me do this! That's an order!" Greg fumbled in the arms of his guards.

The guards each shared a look before pushing Greg into the dining hall where his parents were with their guests and her. He let out a small, yet audible sigh as she scurried up to him with her bodyguard dismally trailing behind.

"Greg," the young prince could hear his mothers soft voice behind him "You remember Dolores, don't you?" His mother placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him. Greg's eyes flickered from his mother to the obnoxiously loud wannabe debutante slash princess with the loudest red lipstick he had ever seen. Most of it was on her teeth.

"Unfortunately..." he mumbled under his breath to himself before flashing a polite smile. She opened her mouth to say something but Greg was saved by his grandmother, Clarice, who came shuffling through the door. He rushed over to take her arm and lead her to the dining table. Greg loved his grandmother, he loved the stories she'd share with him. When his grandfather, the king, died his grandmother stepped down as queen and let Greg's parents ascend to the throne.

Greg's grandmother glanced up and let out a groan "Not her..." she uttered seeing Dolores while Greg tried his best not to chuckle. He sat her down at the table and she thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. He decided to sit next to her, trying to stay as far way from Dolores as he possibly could.

There was a reason she was always lingering around the palace.

Greg's mother wanted him to marry her.

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"You should put that away..." Greg's grandmother nudged his side seeing him check his phone under the table just after lunch. Looking at his phone was a million times better than looking across at Dolores.

"Yeah," Greg quickly sent a text to you before putting away his phone "Sorry."

"I can get us out of this," she whispered under her breath and quickly stood up, causing everyone to raise their eyebrows at her.

"Mother?" Greg's father looked over to her "What's the matter?"

She looked down at him, unimpressed "What? I can't go for a walk after my lunch without being interrogated?"

Greg's father cleared his throat "No I-"

Clarice cut him off "-Well don't put me through an inquisition! Come on Greg," she tapped his shoulder and he promptly stood.

"Greg can stay," his mother widely smiled, growing increasingly uncomfortable from the anxious gaze Dolores was sending her "He can stay at the table and we can all chat about future prospects!"

Greg tried not to cringe at his mothers overly enthusiastic tone. Clarice was having none of it. "Oh so you'd rather have me walk by myself and have me fall? If I was holding onto Greg I wouldn't."

Not wanting his mother and his wife to start debating in the middle of the dining hall, Greg's father interjected "Alright! Just go, you are both excused." Greg locked arms with his grandmother and quickly thanked her as they walked out of the dining room. Dolores angrily sulked in her seat.

Greg took his grandmother to her study, he'd spend endless afternoons hiding in the room with her to avoid the dull etiquette lessons he was forced to endure. When someone knocked on the door and asked her if she had seen Greg, she'd flash a smile and say that she hadn't seen him all day. That's was until he was caught by his mother of all people. His mother was usually highly strung, she was a proper lady and met Greg's father, a prince back then, at a ball years ago.

Greg sat his grandmother down and make her a cup of tea. "Thank you, dear," she took the cup from him with a smile, she took a sip before pestering him "Who were you talking to?"

He cleared his throat and sat down on a seat across from her, shifting in it a little "A...friend...from the university." Clarice raised an unconvinced brow and Greg let out a small sigh "Okay...maybe a little more than a friend."

She smiled and placed down her cup "I thought so, I've never seen you smile so much. Go on, tell me about them."

Greg bashfully smiled "Y/N is a history student at the university, I bumped into her one day...I say bumped but in actual fact I kissed her between the gaps of two buildings to hide from the 'three musketeers'," His grandmother sniggered at Greg's nickname for his guards "And then she slapped me, but I kinda deserved that for kissing her out of the blue. Anyway, I couldn't get her out of my mind and then I met her the next day and..." Greg smiled to himself and Clarice noticed a little glimmer in his eye that wasn't there before "And since then I never want to spend a day without her. She doesn't know I'm a prince and she treats me like a normal person and it makes me so unbelievably happy."

A moment of silence passed before Clarice shared a story "When your dad was your age he met your mother, she similar to Dolores, debutante wise, although your mother was less annoying and not as loud. I liked her. Your mother was a good match for my boy." She paused for a minute to smile "But this girl you've found, you and her remind me of myself and your grandfather, bless his soul. I wasn't a lady or a debutante or anything. I was just me. Your grandfather, he went to university and that's where he met me. Since that day we loved each other."

"I don't think mum and dad would approve of me being with Y/N..." he sadly trailed off.

Clarice took Greg's hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze "Greg you can love whoever you want. I know you'd never love Dolores, not in a million years, even beyond that. I've known you all your life and I know for a fact you don't just like this Y/N...you're falling in love with her."

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"You want me to do what?"

Sherlock was glaring at John and Mycroft almost sternly, he couldn't believe their proposal. They were currently standing in the middle of the street after finishing their duties for the day, Greg was still talking to his grandmother by the time they left.

"We want you to get a feel for Y/N. Assess her, get to know her- that sort of thing." Mycroft explained "We thought you'd be good because you can get a lot of information from a person. You can also get a feel of a persons personality from the first few minutes of talking to them."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and let out a sigh "Fine but I'm going to complain all about it when I'm finished speaking to her."

John scoffed "Complaining is what keeps you alive, now put in this earpiece," he handed Sherlock the small device and he placed it in his ear "You'll be able to hear us so Mycroft and myself can ask some questions."

"If you wanted to ask her questions you should have gone yourself," he uttered.

"We are going to be in the bar across the street from the cafe, try and get a seat next to the window so we can see." John nudged Sherlock's ribs "Here she comes, act normal."

Sherlock let out a huff and walked towards you. You barely noticed him walking towards you as you were too busy smiling at a text from Greg. Sherlock made the effort to 'accidentally' bump into you.

"Oh I'm sorry!" He apologised.

"No, that was my fault! I'm so sorry! I should have been paying more attention. I apologise," you smiled at him. Sherlock was impressed with how polite you were. Nothing like that Dolores who doesn't make an effort to thank someone who's bent over backwards for her and got her everything she wanted.

"Sorry if this seems strange..." he trailed off and you raised a wary brow "But are you Y/N?"

"Yes..." you slowly dragged your reply with narrowing eyes.

"I thought I recognised you, I'm Sherlock, Greg's roommate!" Sherlock almost patted himself in the back for his acting skills. "I recognise you from the drawing he did at Christmas." That was true, but he also knew you from the extensive investigating he and his two fellow guards had done.

You relaxed and let out a sigh of relief under your breath "Oh! It's so lovely to meet you!" You shook his hand "Do you live close then?" You asked, gesturing around you.

"Yes, quite close. Are you busy or can you spare twenty minutes for a coffee?" Sherlock asked glancing at the cafe.

"Sure! But I insist on buying!" You weren't taking any 'buts' from him "It was my fault for bumping into you so take a seat and I'll get you a..." you trailed off waiting for him to tell you his drink of choice, he asked for a tea. "One tea coming up!"

Sherlock waited for you to bring the tray with drinks over, he could see the two guards looking out the bar window directly across to the table you were sitting at. Sherlock wasn't sure if they had blinked. "Here you go," you placed the tray on the table and placed the tea in front of Sherlock as well as a plate of biscuits. "Freshly baked ginger nuts."

Sherlock's eyes went as wide as saucers "Ginger nuts? I love ginger nuts!"

You lightly laughed as he reached across and grabbed one. "I hope that burst pipe just before Christmas wasn't too bad!" You took a sip of coffee. It wasn't as good as Sherrinfords, which only made you think of Greg more.

"Huh?" He furrowed a brow with a mouthful of biscuit. Sherlock could hear Mycroft disapprovingly sigh.

"It was the excuse Greg gave her to leave early!" Mycroft's voice crackled in Sherlock's ear.

"Oh yeah...it wasn't to bad. Greg felt bad about leaving." He continued eating biscuits before looking up at you with a genuine smile "Thank you for the tea, the ginger nuts and the Christmas gift."

You flashed a grin "My pleasure. If I knew you liked ginger nuts so much I would have bought you a couple of packets for Christmas!" You laughed seeing the plate bare with a few crumbs scattered over it.

Sherlock slowed down his chewing and looked down at the plate "Oh..."

"Don't worry," you smiled and stood up "I'll grab more."

Sherlock watched you return to the counter and ask the woman for more biscuits, the corner of his mouth twitched upwards and he turned to look at the two men across the street and held up both thumbs.

John and Mycroft looked at each other and nodded. They knew you had to be a genuine person if they got that kind of reaction from Sherlock.

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"Look what I've got..."

The editor watched photo upon photo being placed on their desk.

"Good work, Anderson. You better get typing up that exclusive report. It won't be long until others see these photos, we need to publish first."

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