At Least There's The Football Series by sheffiesharpe, R, 99,756+ words, ongoing
Lestrade arrives at the pool after the explosion and finds someone else is already there.
This is almost too awesome, like every time I reread it I wonder how something this awesome exists considering how long it took me to find it. It is wonderful. It's an often updated series, but every story is stand alone and most are in the area of 10k words. It has such an enjoyable Mycroft and Lestrade, they work as individual characters but work wonderfully together as well. Sherlock and John also make a few appearances and they are nearly perfect as well... through I will admit I am in many ways a real Mycroft girl and sometimes Sherlock makes me want to slap him... but that's his character and ultimately, I suppose, one of the reasons we love him.
There are a few OC's and ones that in some of the stories are really central. And the thing is, I don't particularly like OC's. But these ones aren't horrible and while I would enjoy the story just as much without them they do introduce some good situations that couldn't happen without them. So if you are like me and do not really roll on the OC train then just deal with them - because the story really is worth it.
Lestrade reaches into his briefcase, as quietly as he can, and holds a sleeved CD out to John. He mouths, “Mycroft,” and John looks a bit puzzled, but nods. Before he can get it into his jacket, though, Sherlock is on them.
“What is this?” He snatches the disc from John, tugging it out of its paper sleeve. “Lestrade, if you’re giving him information that you aren’t giving me—” He pauses, looks at the silver face of the disc, the small printed slip of paper that comes with it. “ ‘Educate Yourself’? Track list? Lestrade, what the hell is this?”
“That,” he says, “is a stupid question. And you just asked it.” Saying that out loud is certainly the most fun he’s had in a while.
John stifles half a laugh at the expression on Sherlock’s face. Then he glances up at Lestrade. “Wait, what? A mixtape?”
What had been fun has now become something he has to explain. Which is distinctly less fun. “Just bloody give it to him.”
