Sherlock Imagines

Blind Date (LestradexReader)

I'm not really a Lestrade fan, except for Mystrade, so sorry if this isn't that great...

His wife was moving on just fine, but with work and everything, Lestrade was having troubles finding a woman to go out with. So that's when Donovan suggested he go on a blind date. She soon put her plan into action, without his say, of course. Anderson's sister was going through a similar situation, never finding the time to actually meet anyone, and overly focused on her work. He knew nothing about her other than her last name. That's it. He continued to think about his predicament as Donovan forced him towards the over-the-top restaurant, that he was in no way dressed for, and sighed. Wishing he could get out of it. The same went for y/n Anderson. Her brother and his mistress (which she definitely didn't approve of) had been trying to set her up on dates since she divorced her husband. She was always just too busy, but today she had the day off, and her 'target' was supposed to be at the restaurant tonight, so she agreed. Donovan was driving her to the restaurant, not approving of y/n not even taking the time to dress up, so she forced her to change in the car. Once Anderson got Lestrade to the restaurant, he shoved him into the bathroom, handing him some nicer clothes, and told him to get ready. It was one of Leatrade's that he typically only wore when absolutely necessary, and usually only for work. It was a grey 'dress' suit, and it had a light blue tie. He didn't look bad, and it matched his hair so well that his eyes stood out. He pulled it on, not bothering to switch his white button-up for the other. When he stepped out, Anderson looked him over, and nodded, sending him towards the front to wait. As Donovan pulled up, y/n Anderson exited the car in the (f/c) dress she only wore for work. It was a cocktail dress, it matched the classic cocktail style to a T, and the (f/c) fabric was fitted to her frame perfectly. Her gorgeous h/c locks were wavy, and recently pulled from a high ponytail, and cascaded down her sides (pretend your hair is long, I'm sorry). Her e/c eyes shone reflected happiness, even though it was obvious she didn't want to be here. Anderson moved Lestrade forward, a tight grip on his shoulder, and held a hand out to his sister.
"Sis, this is my boss, Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade. Greg, this is my sister, y/n Anderson, you'll have to ask her about her job, she's too much like Sherlock for me to get anything out of her." Lestrade narrowed his eyes, wondering why the hell he would set him up with someone who is 'like' Sherlock.
"Hello, DI Lestrade. How's the daughter?" Lestrade was taken back a bit, but finally realized what Anderson meant.
"Feel free to call me Greg, but fine. Thanks for asking." He tried to be polite, but realized how south this date was going to go. You smiled politely.
"You know, Phillip, I have work to be getting done, and places like this aren't exactly my 'cup of tea', and I can also tell they aren't Greg's, either. So. How long is my sister in law away?"
Anderson seemed upset at your sudden 'outburst', but Lestrade couldn't help smiling.
"I'm sure your and Donovan's date can happen without us having to go into a terribly over pieced restaurant that I have to care for. You know I tire of this, Phillip." She gave an innocent smile, Donovan huffed, and handed you your usual f/c top, and black skinny jeans (sorry if this isn't your 'usual' style, I'm mainly doing this because it helps the theme of you 'tiring' of fancier things from always hanging out with Mycroft). Anderson handed Lestrade him work clothes, and let the two of you change. You met back outside, leaving your hair and makeup, mainly because Donovan forced you out.
"Thank you, I appreciate it." Lestrade murmured so they couldn't hear.
"Of course, but I wasn't exactly lying either. My job has tired me of such things." You stated, happily. He could already tell how different you were from Sherlock, and admired how smart, yet human, you were.
"So, what do you do?" You gave a short laugh.
"I work with Mycroft Holmes. To be honest, this isn't the first date I've been set up on by Phillip. Him and Mycroft do make a most dreadful pair." You both laughed. You walked and talked, not really sure where you were both going, but also not really caring. You enjoyed each other's company, and it was nice.
"It's nearly midnight." You stated, looking at the massive clock tower before you, but Lestrade couldn't remove his eyes from you. Your hair glimmered in the moonlight, and your e/c diamonds, you called eyes, reflected the crystal rays. You had enjoyed your time with Lestrade, and truly hoped you would be doing it, again. He wouldn't mind your ungodly hours, and he wouldn't mind yours. It was a fairly decent idea for Phillip and Donovan to have.
"So, if you despise dating so much, why'd you agree to come out on a blind date with me of all people?" Lestrade has asked himself this question a million times. Your glistening irises looked into his plain chocolate ones. He truly was one of the most charming men you'd ever met, and you liked him a great deal.
"To be honest, when Phillip arose the idea of me going out, Mycroft was over joyed. He doesn't enjoy people showing him up, by staying later and going in earlier than him. He practically forced me, but I must say, I was a little sour at first, but I've actually quite enjoyed tonight." You spoke freely and honestly, and at first, Lestrade was a little hurt. But when you said you enjoyed your time together, he was over joyed.
"Well, perhaps we should do this again, sometime?" He inquired, deep inside he was begging, but didn't let it show in his confident tone.
"Most definitely."