Title: Because someone had to take him shopping.
Author: PunkKat!
Working retail can sometimes be a horrible thing…
Beth Lestrade stood at a window in New Scotland Yard, waiting for Sherlock Holmes to make his entrance. Behind her, occupying a corner of what would be called an office, were several people turning lunch hour into social time. In all actuality the space was more like wall-less cubicles, and this made the scene behind her more conceivable.
Just two desks over, and spilling into the desk next to her own, Lestrade was able to observe 3 fellow female inspectors, an intern, and a rather effeminate male who had originally come to pay a traffic fine and somehow managed to become involved in the lively conversation. To Lestrade's left at the window stood a fifth inspector, older and more experienced than herself, amused by the conversation though attempting to hide it. The other inspector had just finished an interview with a somewhat famous reporter, whom had inadvertently been the cause of the current conversation. The only reason it had been allowed to carry on was because most of the desks in the room were unoccupied and the Chief Inspector was occupied.
'Zed it Holmes, what's taking so long?'
If fingers had to be pointed, she would say that the intern had started it; the girl's youthful exuberance, coupled with boredom, had attracted the attention of the rest of the group.
"What about Jack Thompson?" someone ventured. This line of questioning continued, going through several more celebrities' names; the group tried to draw both Beth and the fifth inspector into their fold. She finally caved in and allowed herself to become distracted, pulled up a chair and sat down reasoning that it was only to pass the time. More names were dropped, each eliciting different responses followed by laughter, when the fifth inspector called Lestrade over to the window; two floors down, making their way to the lift were Holmes and Watson, the compudroid. At one point Holmes looked up and met her eyes.
Once he disappeared from view, the fifth inspector turned to her, her cropped copper hair shot with grey and eyes posing a mischievous question. Lestrade considered for a moment before thinking 'why not?' After all, when he was first reanimated someone had to take him shopping. She knew his sizes from hat to spats, and even the suspenders and braces he still insisted on; she most certainly knew the answer. She met the mischievous eyes with mischievous eyes and a grin, and spoke in a low voice a single word.
"Boxers."
With that she turned and walked off to meet the Detective, leaving her comrade laughing behind her.
Fin
There now, that wasn't so bad was it?