by Cyberwolf (wolf at mydestiny.net)
The tests would take quite some time to finish, so Lestrade
left Holmes at the Professor's overnight. She drove back to New
London, after arranging to return to the laboratory the next
She let herself into her apartment, chuckling a bit when she saw
the bag of pet supplies sitting near her door. She'd collared
Holmes...and leashed him...and had swept him for fleas. Let's see
him try to get on his high horse now!
'You also _bathed_ him....' Okay, perhaps she'd never bring this
up again if he didn't....
She ate some Chinese take-out for dinner, finishing her book as
she ate. She caught some News-on-Demand on the Net, checked up on
her email, and then got ready for bed.
All in all, it was a very ordinary night, in contrast to a very
strange day. This of course meant that, in order to maintain
balance, she proceeded to have some of the weirdest dreams
she'd ever had to compensate.
The loud buzzing of her alarm clock jolted Lestrade out of her
dreams. She sat up, rubbing at her blue-green eyes with the heel
of her hand, chasing the lingering images of that dream from
'We will never speak of this again,' she told her mind firmly as
she went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face.
'All right? All right.' She left New London in time to beat the
early-morning rush hour traffic and was at Surrey by ten AM.
"Good morning, Inspector!" chirped Bubbles, the one who opened
the door when Lestrade knocked. "You want to have breakfast?"
Lestrade, who'd only had time to grab a yummibar, acceded.
"Where's the Professor?" she asked while following the small
blond girl who was floating ahead of her.
"Eating breakfast with...Seeker!" she squealed, as a small yellow
blur barreled into her. Lestrade stared as a familiar pale-furred
puppy jumped into Bubbles' arms, tail wagging at a frenetic pace.
"Holmes?" she demanded, flabbergasted. "What are you doing?"
"Having breakfast," came a familiar British voice. Lestrade spun,
to see - through an open door quite nearby - a sunny kitchen. She
burst through the door to see two men seated round a table loaded
with breakfast food. One was Professor Utonium, still in his
labcoat over a pair of blue pajamas. The other was a very human
and non-canine Sherlock Holmes.
"Holmes?" she gaped.
"Do have a seat, Lestrade...you're making the place look untidy,"
he said, sipping from the mug he held in his hand.
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