BBC Sherlock Imagines (Book 2)

Lestrade: It's a Start

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Thank you for requesting a Lestrade one... Haven't written one in awhile and I think I needed to

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"So, how does it feel to be back?" asked John, pushing a drink into your hand.

"It feels.. like home," you managed to choke out. You glanced around the room, smiling slightly at the "WELCOME HOME" banner, and the balloons, and the people you hadn't talked to in two months, and Greg, and- GREG?! You felt your knees start to give out. A strong hand grabbed onto your arm to support you. "Woah, you okay there?" asked John. "Mary, come help," he called.

"I'm fine," you said, nodding your head and standing back firmly on your feet. "I just- I need to find Molly," you said, handing your drink over to Sherlock who instantly began to inspect it for poisoning. You made your way through the crowd, hugging people you hadn't yet seen and checking behind you every so often to make sure that a pepper headed DI wasn't following behind you.

Finally you found Molly in the kitchen. leaning up against the counter and in the middle of what looked like an intimate talk with her boyfriend. Well sisters before misters, sorry Tom.

"Hi, Molly, I need you," you said, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the bathroom. You closed the door behind you and leaned against it.

"Uh oh, are you too drunk to go pee by yourself again?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her.

"What? No! I couldn't even have one taste of a drink because right when I was about to I saw something... Or someone."

"Who?" she asked, and you glared at her.

"Good one Molls, but I know how sneaky you are." She continued to stare at you blankly. Oh she's playing the part of clueless best friend real well, you thought. "Who do you think?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm standing here waiting for you to tell me," she chuckled, although she could tell this wasn't a joking matter.

"Greg Lestrade, that's who. Mother freaking Gregory Lestrade," you said, turning around and slamming your hands on the counter. You let you head hang low between your shoulders. This was just what you needed on your coming back. NOT!

"Shit," muttered Molly. "I really did everything in my power not to invite him (y/n), I swear. But a lot of people came who know him, might have slipped accidentally."

"Well now this accident has ruined the night," you said, trying to fight back the tears that pooled in the back of your eyes. You felt Molly tug your shoulder up, and she engulfed you in a hug.

"It's going to be alright (y/n), I swear."

"What do I even say to him?" you asked.

"I mean you could tell him the truth," offered Molly.

"Oh yeah how does this sound: 'Sorry I haven't returned your calls in 2 months. After you got back together with your wife, I had to leave because I'm in love with you and couldn't stay to watch you make a stupid decision like that. Also, I came back convinced that I didn't have feelings for you and then I saw you walk into this damn party and now I love you again.' Sounds perfectly reasonable right?" you said, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down.

"Sounds good to me," said Sherlock, pushing open the door.

"You heard that?" you asked with a groan.

"Yes, but it's nothing I hadn't deduced prior." You buried your face in your hands and wished for this nightmare to go away. "He's asking about you," said Sherlock. I said I wished for this nightmare to go away, not get worse, you whined to yourself.