by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
"Where is it?! I know it's here somewhere. Why can't I find it?
Sherlock, do you know where my tie is?"
Sherlock Holmes gave his friend, who was marrying a girl he had
been reunited with after twelve years, an amused glance and pointed to
the other man's neck. "You see now, Thomas, why I do not believe in
marriage?" he asked, "It makes a normally intelligent, thoughtful man
into a total imbecile."
Thomas Lestrade grinned at him. "Ah, yes, but only until
after the ceremony. It's the nerves that get you."
"Perhaps," Holmes allowed, "but I still believe marriage is an
The two had been on a first name basis since Tom had selected
Holmes to be his best man. Tom could have called him Holmes, but he
said he hated calling friends by their last names, and it would get
confusing in a conversation if Holmes likewise used Tom's last name.
He already called Thomas' sister Lestrade.
"Yeah, anyway, it's only two hours away," Thomas said.
Holmes looked at the timepiece on the wall. "Actually..."
Tom followed his gaze and gasped, "Ahhh! I read it wrong, there's
only twenty minutes. Do I look all right? Am I forgetting anything?"
They walked towards the doorway to go into the main chapel, when
Tom gasped again. "I forgot the ring!"
Holmes again allowed himself a bit of amusement at his friend's
expense before he calmly said, "I have it." He patted the pocket of the
tuxedo he wore, and Tom breathed a sigh of relief.
"Does my hair look okay, Beth? Is my makeup on right, Deidre?
Oh, dear, I never thought I'd be this nervous."
Beth Lestrade shook her head in exasperation, and looked over at
Deidre. The girl looked as exhausted as she felt. This had been going
on for the last six hours. Kristen Harris was a nervous wreck, and
Lestrade wished (for the hundredth time)that she had declined to become
a bridesmaid along with Deidre.
"Relax, Kris," Lestrade said soothingly, "You look fine."
"Yeah, Mom," Deidre put in, "Everything's perfect."
Lestrade looked at the clock and sighed. It was time.
The wedding went off without a hitch, and the couple left to go on
their honeymoon. Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief. This had been more
draining than the hardest case she had come across. Catching the bouquet
hadn't helped matters any. She looked over at Holmes, who looked rather
dashing in a modern tuxedo. He raised an eyebrow at her, then turned to
Wiggins, Tennyson, and Watson followed him. Deidre stayed behind.
"Can I call you Aunty Beth?" the girl questioned after a few
moments of silence.
"Sure, but I'm still going to protest your going along on a
Deidre smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Aunty Beth.
What would we have to talk about?" With that she followed after the
Several hours later, at 221b Baker street, the six of them chatted
about the wedding. Then Wiggins said, "So do you already have someone
lined up, Inspector?"
Lestrade blinked in surprise. "What are you talking about?" she
Before he could answer, the vidphone chimed. It was Chief
"Sorry to interrupt your time off, Lestrade," he said, not
sounding sorry at all, "but I have a case that needs your attention."
On to Part 2!
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