Part 1

by Jen (dragonriderjenner at yahoo.com)

Ummm... This is my first SH22 fanfic, so it's probably severely OOC. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE forgive me for my noviceness.








"GRRRR!!! *bang*"


"Oh! Good morning, Beth! It’s so wonderful to hear your voice again after so long! How are you? I apologize for calling in the morning. You see, it’s still evening here and I forgot about the time differences. Please forgive me if I woke you up."

*silence* *click*




"Eugh. *sniff*"



"-trade, are you all right? You seem to be slightly under the weather."

"Shu’up Shrlock. ‘M not ‘n th’ mood. * sniff*"

"Fine, whatever you say."

"I SED: SHU’UP! * whimper* hedaaaache. * sniffle*"


"LESTRAAAADE!" Greyson bellowed from his office.

Beth Lestrade’s eye twitched, hands fisted, and entire body stiffened. It took all her self-control not to scream.

A warm and comforting hand fell on her shoulder. "Come, Les-" The owner of that hand was knocked flat on his rear by the angry punch from his superior.

Sherlock Holmes rubbed his jawbone and looked up at the woman, stunned. Her hair hung over her expressionless face and her eyes were hidden by the mess of hair that had apparently not been brushed earlier that morning.

"LESTRAAAAAAAAAAAADE! YOU’RE IN TROUBLE NOW!!!" Greyson all but screamed from his office.


"What is wrong with you, Lestrade! You had no right to punch him. I should punish you for this one. And I won’t just take it out of your salary either. I want you to blah-blah-blah-blah-blah."

Lestrade zoned out, not listening to the drone of her superior. Life was hell. First her cruiser breaks down, then Watson breaks down, then she catches a cold, then she yelled at and punched Holmes, and now she was getting hell from her boss. She dragged herself out of her daze just in time to hear Greyson finish up.

"....now. You look like hell. Now get out of my sight."

"....hungh?" she asked, rather intelligently.

"Didn’t you just hear a thing I just said?"

Lestrade shook her head, struggling to stand upright.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?"

Lestrade nodded, tilting to the side a bit.

"Listen carefully. I-W-A-N-T-Y-O-U-T-O-G-O-H-O-M-E. And don’t come back until you can see straight. Got it? Good. Now scram."

Lestrade stumbled back outside. Her head hurt something awful. She felt Holmes reach out and grab her arm before she fell face first onto the hard floor. Holmes was holding an ice pack to the underside of the left side of his face.

He grinned at her, obviously not minding the ugly bruise forming along his jaw that told of where she had unleashed her fury upon him. "Home, I presume?"

"Sorry bou’ tha’," she mumbled. "Din’ mean it."

"Come, I’ll take you to Baker Street. Therefore I will be able to keep an eye on you."

Please don't hurt me! I'm just a scared little person!

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