In the Name of Love
Last part! Finally! Hope you liked it!
Lestrade opened her eyes to find Holmes kneeling over her, his
hand gently rubbing her face. There was actually a tear drop running
down his cheek, and his eyes were full of worry and love. (yes,
LOVE) "Lestrade?" his voice was soft and his warm breath tingled her
cheeks. He was leaning really close to her.
Lestrade gave a low moan and shut her eyes in pain. Holmes
brought her to a half-sitting position, his arm supporting her back.
"Are you all right?"
"Um... Yeah, I...." a sudden silence came over Lestrade as she
looked into the eyes of her companion. There was something there,
though she didn't know what, that made her stop dead. This was not a
time for words.
They stopped there for a moment, each one motionless, staring
into the other one's eyes. Then, on a sudden impulse, both leaned
closer to each other, and their lips locked.
Harmony fell over the room, and it seemed as if time itself had
stopped. You could almost hear singing, and the room that had held so
much dread just moments before now held nothing but the sweetness of
Holmes got into the passenger side of the hover car with a
sigh. His name had finally been cleared, thanx to Lestrade who had
pursuaded Grayson (with the help of Dr. Cushing) to accept the truth.
Lestrade got into the driver's seat by him. She took off at a
surprising speed, (even for Lestrade) and Holmes couldn't help but
remark that after all they had gone through, they were both going to
end up dead anyway because Lestrade insisted on seeing exactly how
recklessly she could drive.
Lestrade shrugged the comment off, but slowed her speed down a
bit. After the cruiser had gotten to a steady pace, Holmes started a
"Lestrade, how did you know you were poisoned in the first
Lestrade grinned. Should she tell him he had been bugged, or
leave the camera there for future spying? Lestrade finally decided to
tell all, and the rest of the ride was spent telling each other their
side of the story.
Lestrade dropped Holmes off at his flat, and sped away before
he found out what she had done to his flat.
Holmes didn't even turn glance at his house, instead he stood
there, watching Lestrade speed down the road, thinking. 'Moriarty is
still out there, already planning his next move. No doubt his next
plot is more evil and sinister than this one. But I'll be ready for
him.' Holmes thought, still staring down the street. 'Besides,
something good came out of all of this. I do believe Lestrade and I
have a future together.'. Holmes didn't even scold himself for thinking
this, as he would have before.
Holmes turned toward his flat and gasped. His hand-carved, three
hundred-year-old, mahogany door had been blasted to pieces, leaving the inside
of his home unguarded. Holmes looked down and saw a couple of footprints.
"Lestrade!!!" Perhaps there wasn't a future in store for them
OK, there! It's all finally finished. Hope you liked it!
Please tell me whether you liked it or not. Oh, and Alicia? You owe me
$.10. No Watson.
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