The life of Lestrade

tell me i have nothing to worry about

{OMG! I so missed you!}@thescotlandyarddetective“I wish I could. At least, with complete confidence.”

“Oh, can I?” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Perhaps I will. But only for now.” She leaned in to kiss him.

Greg leaned down into the kiss, enjoying the feel of her in his arms. "You don't want to keep me for longer then?"

"Hey. I kissed her, but it didn't mean anything, I just brought her the jacket."

Jim just patted Lestrade’s shoulder. But he saw a weird creature on Greg’s back, and he took a couple of steps back.

There was no way Lestrade was able to hear what this curse made him hear. It had to be just him. Right? “I… I have to go.” The Irishman excused himself, going past Greg.

"Are you sure?" Greg asked with a frown, following the Irishman out of the room. "I mean you don't have to, you are acting really suspicious Jim."

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The history book on the shelf is always repeating itself.

Lost love, bright eyes fading Faster than stars falling How can I tell you that I’ve failed? Tell you I failed.

"Hey. I kissed her, but it didn't mean anything, I just brought her the jacket."

Jim just patted Lestrade’s shoulder. But he saw a weird creature on Greg’s back, and he took a couple of steps back.

The Irishman knew the detective wouldn’t believe him. Why would he? He lied about things in the past. “If there was, it’s not there anymore.”

“What was it that you saw then?” He frowned, brushing his shoulder. “Look sorry I thought you were lying mate.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t blame you.” He insisted. The sounds of imaginary rap music played in the distant. Why rap?

"Yeah, but it was a bit out of line now so." Greg trailed off as he too heard the rap music, where was it coming from? Was it in his head?

tell me i have nothing to worry about

{OMG! I so missed you!}@thescotlandyarddetective“I wish I could. At least, with complete confidence.”

“Is there a problem with that?” She teased him a little.

“Well I suppose not, I mean it is up to you.” He grinned with a laugh. “And up to my girlfriend of course.”

“I like to think of myself as being a reasonable woman. We can certainly work out something.” Irene wasn’t going to be fussy. She was going to be a lady about it.

"I suppose we can, but for now she said you can have all of me so I don't know if you want to claim that offer." He grinned mischievously, enjoying this little game they were playing.

tell me i have nothing to worry about

{OMG! I so missed you!}@thescotlandyarddetective“I wish I could. At least, with complete confidence.”

“Is there a problem with that?” She teased him a little.

"Well I suppose not, I mean it is up to you." He grinned with a laugh. "And up to my girlfriend of course."

"Hey. I kissed her, but it didn't mean anything, I just brought her the jacket."

Jim just patted Lestrade’s shoulder. But he saw a weird creature on Greg’s back, and he took a couple of steps back.

The Irishman knew the detective wouldn’t believe him. Why would he? He lied about things in the past. “If there was, it’s not there anymore.”

"What was it that you saw then?" He frowned, brushing his shoulder. "Look sorry I thought you were lying mate."

Molly, I was wondering well if you'd like to get coffee some time?

“I would love to Greg, just name the time and place and I will be there .”

“Okay that’s great! I erm didn’t know if you’d want to what with Sherlock being Sherlock about you and such.”

“What do you mean ? … Sherlock being Sherlock about me, its just coffee right ?”

“I thought it was going to be more as a date than friends, shit did you not get that.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Molly bites her bottom lip and blushes. “Oh… Oh my god sorry, its just been awhile since anyone has asked me out…but still , I would love to get coffee or even dinner with you sometime Greg . As a date of course.” She grinned and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“It’s okay.” He laughed nervously. “This is the first time I have asked anyone on a date in a while…but yeah that would be great how about we go to coffee later as the case at the moment means dinner is hard to work out.” He grinned at the small kiss.

“ Okay , Coffee will be good then… well you did pretty decently for a man who hasn’‘t been on a date in a while.” Molly smiled brightly at Greg. “Well whenever you are available , text me and I will be more than willing to go on that date… Unless you have time now ?”

“Really, thanks?” He smiled, shuffling his feet nervously. “I am available now, I mean I have no case and finished work for the day so if you’re free.”

Molly nodded quickly and excitedly. “Yep , I am free now, just let me grab my coat and purse from my locker and we can go…So where are you going to take me ?” She giggled as she tidied up her paperwork.

"Well um there is a nice little place by the yard which does good tea and coffee." He smiled with a shrug as he placed his hands in his pockets.

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tell me i have nothing to worry about

{OMG! I so missed you!}@thescotlandyarddetective“I wish I could. At least, with complete confidence.”

“Is there a problem with that?” She teased him a little.

“Well yes, I mean I have this girlfriend who wants me just as much as you.” He joked, kissing her cheek.

“I suppose this means I’ll have to share.” She went along with it.

"I didn't think you liked sharing though, I'd have thought you would want me to yourself." He continued, enjoying the little game.

"Hey. I kissed her, but it didn't mean anything, I just brought her the jacket."

Jim just patted Lestrade’s shoulder. But he saw a weird creature on Greg’s back, and he took a couple of steps back.

Greg frowned in confusion as Jim stepped back away from him. “What’s the matter?”

“I… It’s nothing.” The Irishman had to lie as he rubbed his infamous sky blue eyes. When he looked again, the creature was gone. He wasn’t sure whether to be concerned or relieved.

"I know you, it's not nothing if it's got you stammering." He replied, rubbing his neck and shoulder where Jim had been staring just moments before. "Is there something there?" He asked, turning so Jim could see his back fully.

"Hey. I kissed her, but it didn't mean anything, I just brought her the jacket."

Jim just patted Lestrade’s shoulder. But he saw a weird creature on Greg’s back, and he took a couple of steps back.