Sadie: Greg Lestrade sat in the large, plush chair in Mycroft’s home office, delightedly watching the small screen glowing in front of him. All he needed was a large bucket of popcorn dripping with melted butter, and he would have been all set. “Well, you shouldn’a brought it up, should’ya?” he thrilled. “Oh, wait wait wait! What’s he doin’ now–oi, he’s crawlin’!“ He flopped back and slapped his knee with a loud, cackling laugh as Sherlock Holmes…THE Sherlock Holmes!…crawled across the floor of his flat in nothing but a nappy and one sock while John Watson held down a bottle, waiting for him. “J-j-jay’sus, d’you think John’d let us babysit?!“ he stammered, wiping at his eyes.
Mycroft sighed and rubbed his temple…he really should know better than to exceed more than one drink around people; he was too ‘open’ after that. “I think he’d just as soon shoot you,” he muttered.
“Well, yeah, might do,” Lestrade said, sitting back up so he wouldn’t miss a minute of the scene playing out. “But y’know, in a non-fatal place…do y’think he’d accept the offer, after he cooled off a bit?”
“Don’t count on it being non-fatal, Gregory…especially not if Sherlock had anything to add.”
Sadie: *sigh* Definitely not my best…this is why I don’t rush chapter updates. 😛
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