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A short drabble to start off the weekend; enjoy!
A Moment is All It Takes
Sherlock wished Lestrade would stop chatting to John about football scores (boring) and get back to work so they could leave already, it was cold and he wanted to get something to eat. Plus, he didn't like how Lestrade was looking at his doctor.
"Would you prefer it if I talked to John with my eyes closed?" the DI asked him, breaking into Sherlock's thoughts.
Sherlock blinked. "Excuse me?" he asked, covering up the fact that he hadn't been paying attention.
Sherlock gaze went passed Lestrade's shoulder to John who looked horrified, his cheeks were red and he had trouble making eye contact with the consultant detective.
"I said that out loud." Sherlock stated, deducing the doctor's reaction.
"Yes, you did." Lestrade nodded. He seemed unfazed by Sherlock's outbrust. "But you're right, I need to start sorting through these files, it's going to take a while and I'd rather not have you glaring and me the entire time." The DI promised, picking up a handful of manila folders. "So why don't you take your doctor and go home. I'll text you when I've found something."
Sherlock studied the man in front of him, pleased that he was getting his way. Let Lestrade think Sherlock had embarrassed himself, he was still leaving with John and it couldn't have come at a better time, since the lunch rush had ended his favorite Chinese take-out would be eager to get rid of their leftovers. Not a bad trade-off in Sherlock's mind.
"Thanks, Geoff. You know how to contact me. Come on, John."