Pretty in Punk
i'm just practicing my fanfics like Joy*Star suggested, so
please R&R!!! And please don't go soft or anything. If it stinks, say
it stinks, don't sugarcoat it. Oh, and suggestions on how to make it
better would be really nice. PPPPLLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!!! Ok, enough
with the pleading/drama. here it goes:
Lestrade called Holmes on the vid-phone."Holmes? Grayson just
called. He wants us in his office ASA-Immediately."
Sherlock Holmes grinned. The past few days had been quite
boring, and he was dying for action. He would gladly take any case
right about now, if only to jump-start his mind a bit. "Sounds like a
case, an exciting one at that. I shall be there in a matter of
minutes, Lestrade. Watson should be able to take me."
"No need. I'll be passing by your flat in a minute. I'll just
pick you up."
Holmes gulped at the thought of Lestrade's driving. A sweatdrop
ran down the back of his neck. "No, really Lestrade, Watson would be
happy to take me. Don't want to slow you down. Besides," he added,
teasingly, "I'd like to get to Grayson's office in one piece. It would
be unprofessional of me to show up missing a leg. Wouldn't you say?"
Lestrade scowled. "Hey, look who's talking. You can't do any
better yourself. At least I don't blow anything up!"
Holmes looked sheepish, then defensive. "That only happened
once! And it wasn't my fault. You saw the report, the other driver
didn't even have a licence."
Lestrade rolled her eyes and grinned. "Suuure. Whatever you
say, Mr. Holmes." Suddenly, she resumed all seriousness. "Look, if you
want Watson to drive you, fine by me. Just meet me outside New
Scotland Yard." Without waiting for a reply, Lestrade hung up the vid-
Holmes sighed, then called to Watson. "Watson, do you think you
could get me a ride to New Scotland Yard?"
Watson came in, holding baking soda in his metal hand. "Why,
sure, Holmes! I'd be delighted to."
"Thank-you, Watson. Oh, and please hurry!"
On to Part 2!
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