Sherlock One-Shots and Preferences

Lestrade - Good Cop

You know it @TerryThomas828

Gregs POV:

"I told you i didn't do or see anything! You're sherlock Holmes, shouldn't you know if i'm lying or not?!" The poor girl pleaded to sherlock. He squinted his eyes as if thinking and i sighed.

"Sherlock she's innocent, just give it a break." I declaired and the girl gave me a most brilliant smile.

"Oh shut it gerard!" He snaps at me. I sigh and say, still knowing it won't stay even if drilled into his head. "Its Greg!" He mumbled a 'whatever' and begins to pull his coat on. I look back to the beautiful girl and-

Greg get ahold of yourself, you're at work. Yes she is pretty, and smart, and whitty, and nice, and- GERARD- NO GREG! OH GOD DAMNIT F**K YOU SHERLOCK PISS OFF

"-and clear her name, garth are you even listening?" Sherlocks voice rings in my ears as i come back to reality. Just as i am about to scold him about my name, a certain someone interupts.

"His name is greg you moron! For a genius i am dissapointed, i mean you're supposed to be smart and you can't even remember a somewhat important name? You must be Sherblock Holmes 'cause you seem to deflect every name that comes your way." She finishes with a huff.

I turn back to Sherlock and his jaw is dropped, completely silent.
I burst into laughing and he storms out quickly, grumbling inaudible words.

I turn back to the beautiful woman and quickly uncuff her. She giggles and tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear. I stare at her for a moment, taking in her beauty and cuteness. She clears her throat and my cheeks get hot, realizing i was caught staring.

"I'm sorry for everything, and also thank you, he never listens." I say outstretching my hand for her to help her up. She gladly takes it and i smile, knowing i'm a gentlemen.

"Ah, well thats ok. I understand why you would interigate me, but that Sherlock guy was such i douche, i just couldn't help myself." She smiled.

"If you want i could make it up to you with a coffee?"

"I'll take that offer." She sighed and stretched and threw on her jacket. "You gotta pen?" She asked me. I nodded and brought one out of my pocket. She took it and softly grabbed my hand, then wrote her name, number and address on my hand. She grinned and walked out, not before kissing my cheek, stunning me.

I look down to my hand and read;

Y\N Y\L\N
(Your address and lets just pretend thats in london if its not)
123-447-5585
Pick me up at six ;)

Sorry if this was short, but last time i finished it and it somehow deleted so i forgot part of it. Also i got some bad news happening with my family and i don't really know how to deal with it. I feel like curling up in a ball and thinking for hours, with no personal contact. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh ;-;

-CW