A/N: Hello, and welcome to "My Division"! It is my first – ever attempt at Johnstrade. I know it's a bit of a cracky pairing, but it's been loads of fun to write!
I don't own anything, I'm not in this to make money, and all that jazz.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Greg Lestrade had sort of known how he felt about John for a while. They spent a good bit of time together, as they were the only two fairly rational guys to be able to stand Sherlock Holmes. But when calling John up to go out for a pint went from being a casual thing to butterfly-inducing, and when those butterflies return whenever he saw him, it would have taken a total idiot not to figure it out.
But he hadn't really figured out he was in love the other man. It took Sally Donovan, of all people, to make him realize just how far gone he was.
They'd had to call in Sherlock and John for a particularly baffling case involving a string of murders, a soda company conspiracy, and the theft of all the blue socks in a block of flats. Sherlock had, of course, solved the case in no time flat. Who would ever have thought that the janitor was actually the father of Bubbly Wubbly's CEO?
After he solved the case, Sherlock made his customary round of insults, John made his customary round of apologies, and they both made to leave. As she watched them go, Sally laughed and said to Greg, "Look at those two, the way they look at each other. They don't even bother to hide it anymore, do they?"
Though Greg had the awful feeling that he knew precisely what she was talking about, he'd asked "What do you mean?"
"Oh don't tell me you haven't noticed!" she exclaimed, "I mean John and the Freak, how they're totally in love."
He managed to reply with a sarcastic "Because you and Anderson aren't all over each other whenever you think we aren't looking. You really are one to talk, Donovan." But he felt as though he'd been stabbed in the chest (a feeling he had actually experienced before).
Now, Greg was a fairly easygoing guy. Usually he could accept it if the current object of his affections preferred another. But it hurt him more than any emotional blow he'd ever suffered to even contemplate the idea that John loved Sherlock. And it hurt him more, if that was even possible, to think of John with him, but unhappy. Maybe, he thought, this was what it was like to be in love.
Not that there was anything he could really do about his love. Now that he was really paying attention, it could not be more obvious where John's interests lay (except possibly to the two parties concerned). So Greg went on being nice and friendly for a good while. He might never have done anything else, had disaster not struck.
A/N: Mwahahahaha!
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