I really wanted to do 101 one shots about Dimmock and Lestrade because there's not much out there of them. Hopefully a lot of people will like this,and please review,thanks!^-^

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, as much as I would like to XD

Nothing amazing or spectacular ever happened to the Yard when an August heat wave hit the London area. It was like every murderer in the city took a day off, and it was a good thing too, since it gave Lestrade and Donovan more time to pull pranks on their fellow coworkers.

"I've got my eyes locked on him," Sally giggled helplessly as she and Greg crouched behind a desk, watching Dimmock strode over to the coffee machine.

He had his favorite blue mug in hand as he turned the machine on, whistling the whole time.

"Shh, you have to be quite. The guys got ears like a hawk, and it wouldn't end well if he finds out our plan." And frankly, Greg didn't want Dimmock to catch on to soon, seeing how he had planned this for hours the day before.

When Dimmock began to add the creamer to his drink, however, it seemed that Donavan just couldn't hold it in anymore. Collapsing in a fit of laughter, she attracted the attention of everyone in the room, plus the person they were hoping to prank.

As if that wasn't bad enough, Dimmock seemed to have chosen that moment to look down at his mug. He quirked a brown eyebrow before looking back up at Lestrade, a knowing frown tugging at his lips.

"Really, guys. Must you ruin the only thing I look forward to in this bloody hell hole," he called out, dumping the muddy water into the sink.

Greg gave his best bewildered expression-which wasn't bad at all- as he pulled himself up off the floor. "Problem, Dimmock?"

The younger DI slammed his mug onto the counter top with obvious anger towards his colleagues, and boyfriend. "Of course theirs one you sod!"

Sally looked actually worried for her boss as the brown haired man stomped back to hos lonely desk. "You think he's actually mad," she asked as she too got up off the floor.

It was the number one rule around the Yard too always be aware of Sally Donavan and Greg Lestrade no matter what. You could wind up with a faulty pen exploding in your face during a big interview, or be rewarded with a makeover if you fell asleep on the job. Dimmock was the main offender of that, and had always been pranked to no end because of it.

Lestrade had pinned the jokes on karma, saying that it was his fault he couldn't stay awake, but in truth it was because the guy was just so bloody easy to prank.

Though, nowadays Dimmock had been picking up on their tricks more and more, leaving the two with hours and hours of endless planning that were always in vain. Dimmock enjoyed his naps, and nothing could stop him from taking them, and if that meant always keeping one eye open, then he would do it.

Lestrade fiddled with his neck tie, not particularly comfortable with the feeling that began to wedge its way into his chest. He hadn't meant to anger Iain; just wanted to have some fun while his youth deflated.

"He might be," Lestrade admitted rather begrudgingly. He didn't like to admit when something failed, particularly his pranks. They were one of the things that kept the sharks of old age at bay, but now that he hurt Dimmock with a rather kid friendly one, he wasn't sure he should keep doing it on the guy, or at least lessen the blows.

"I'll go and find out," he murmured to Donovan, already slipping between desks until he was face to face with his boyfriend.

"What do you want, Greg," Dimmock snapped as he typed up a case report.

"I just wanted to…." Lestrade trailed off at a loss for words.

"What, just wanted to hurt me some more?" Dimmock looked royally pist as he stood up, nose to nose with the older man. "I'm sick of being tormented by all the bloody jokes, and you know what?"

"What?"

"I can't take it anymore, Greg. This thing we have going isn't working out, it's over."

Lestrade's stomach literally fell to his feet, and his heartbeat quickened, but he didn't let it stop him from grabbing the younger man's jacket sleeve. He wasn't about to let it go down this way, not from a harmless little prank. "So you're just going to let everything we have go to waste because I humiliated you? That doesn't even make sense, and you know it! I thought what we had was special but I guess-"

Dimmock cut the older man off, before he could continue his rant, with a barky laugh. "I finally got you! You should have seen your face when I yelled at you, I thought you were about to kill me."

Lestrade's mouth hung wide open as he stared. It was quiet around the room, save for Dimmock's laughter, but then someone chuckled under their breath. Within seconds, the whole floor was bursting with laughter over the expense of their boss.

For a moment, as Lestrade's face pinched together, Dimmock thought he had gone a little overboard with the whole display. But then a small smile cracked across the older DI's face and he wrapped both hands around Ian's waste, pulling the man closer until they were perfectly fitted.

"You bloody sod, "Lestrade murmured before crushing his lips to the younger mans. Iain froze for half a second before wrapping his own hands around Lestrade's neck, enjoying the sweet, yet quick kiss. They stayed like that until eventually air loss won out, and the fact that they weren't in private.

"Well, duties calls," Lestrade winked before strolling back to his office, all the while never taking his eyes off of Dimmock.