This is my first foray into fanfiction. Constructive criticism would be most welcome!
Much love! MandieMae
"But that was ages ago. Why would she still be upset?"
In the stunned silence that followed, Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade groaned to himself. Sherlock's awareness of social niceties was limited at best and his ability to filter his deductions was completely nonexistent but surely the socially stunted genius, the DI thought, would be able to deduce the inappropriateness of what had just spilled from his lips.
The blank, confused look on the consulting detective's face indicated that he wasn't deducing the nature this faux pas.
Lestrade shook himself and tried to find the words to explain when Sherlock turned to his new flatmate (colleague?) Dr. John Watson.
"Not good?"
"Bit not good," the doctor said, seemingly unfazed by Sherlock's insensitivity.
Lestrade watched, amazed, as Sherlock nodded at the slight reprimand and moved on.
Oh. Interesting.
Lestrade made a mental note to get in on the betting pool at the Yard on how long the doctor would last as Sherlock's flatmate. The current record was three and a half weeks. He'd bet half this month's paycheck that Dr. Watson would blow that record out of the water.