I looked at my husband, packing the journals of Dr. Watson's, and sighed.
"What's the matter, Beth?"
"I just can't believe that I'm leaving this flat. I've spent so many years here."
He smiled and kissed me. "Beth, you're making me think that you're rethinking our marriage!"
I grinned and tackled him. "You know I love you and that's not true. I'm estatic."
I, Beth Lestrade, and my husband weren't what you would call a typical, newly-wed couple. For the year, 2105, that was pretty hard. But when you're the ancestor of Inspector Lestrade, and the revived Sherlock Holmes, it's easy. Dealing with ugly henchmen, holographc vanpires, and evil fish-and-chips chefs weren't out of the ordinary.
After getting engaged, Holmes had went back to his time, thinking that that would keep me from being killed by the clone of his arch nemisis, Proffesor Moriarty. I had followed him and gotten myself shot and nearly died (me living had still not been explained). When we had come back to the present, we married quickly and had kept it a very quiet affair. Now,I was moving into my husband's apartment;221b Baker Street.
I sat up and looked at my lawfully wedded husband. "Sherlock, you know that Chief Greyson won't take this lying down, don't you? I know I've said it before, but I just . ."
"Feel that our marriage wasn't going to help his usually angry demeneor?" Sherlock smiled at me. "Listen, he can't do anything, well except for fire us . . ."
"Well, that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." I said meekly.
"What does that mean?" Holmes asked me suspiciously.
"I was offered a job at a dojo."
"Beth, that's not much . ."
"Compared what I'm actually payed after paying for property damage, it's a little bit more."
"I just don't see you as a teacher." Holmes looked at me, incredulious.
"Good, I don't either. But at least it's there incase Greyson's blows a fuse. Although, he *has* fired me and hired me again in the past."
"What's the matter, Beth?"
"I just can't believe that I'm leaving this flat. I've spent so many years here."
He smiled and kissed me. "Beth, you're making me think that you're rethinking our marriage!"
I grinned and tackled him. "You know I love you and that's not true. I'm estatic."
I, Beth Lestrade, and my husband weren't what you would call a typical, newly-wed couple. For the year, 2105, that was pretty hard. But when you're the ancestor of Inspector Lestrade, and the revived Sherlock Holmes, it's easy. Dealing with ugly henchmen, holographc vanpires, and evil fish-and-chips chefs weren't out of the ordinary.
After getting engaged, Holmes had went back to his time, thinking that that would keep me from being killed by the clone of his arch nemisis, Proffesor Moriarty. I had followed him and gotten myself shot and nearly died (me living had still not been explained). When we had come back to the present, we married quickly and had kept it a very quiet affair. Now,I was moving into my husband's apartment;221b Baker Street.
I sat up and looked at my lawfully wedded husband. "Sherlock, you know that Chief Greyson won't take this lying down, don't you? I know I've said it before, but I just . ."
"Feel that our marriage wasn't going to help his usually angry demeneor?" Sherlock smiled at me. "Listen, he can't do anything, well except for fire us . . ."
"Well, that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." I said meekly.
"What does that mean?" Holmes asked me suspiciously.
"I was offered a job at a dojo."
"Beth, that's not much . ."
"Compared what I'm actually payed after paying for property damage, it's a little bit more."
"I just don't see you as a teacher." Holmes looked at me, incredulious.
"Good, I don't either. But at least it's there incase Greyson's blows a fuse. Although, he *has* fired me and hired me again in the past."