A/N: Finally, it actually ends up a 221B. I've tried and tried... So, this is more tonight, and more to come! As mentioned in the summary, this was made possible by Lemon Zinger. Please see her profile for the prompt generator. -SWS
Wonderful, honey-drizzled, jam-filled pastry.
Inspector Avery took a bite happily.
All the others ignored him purposefully, but Gregson was hardly able to contain his laughter.
Avery didn't even care if Lestrade shot him when he returned. This was worth it.
He took another bite. It was heaven on earth, and besides, if Lestrade shot him, he would get something better than this in real heaven.
Better than this… Avery couldn't imagine.
His lavish daydreams were interrupted by a loud voice. "Oi! Avery!"
This was it. Lestrade was back. Avery braced himself for death.
"I had two pastries."
He wasn't dead… yet.
"Two?"
"Yes, two. I'll give you a hint: you're eating one."
All eyes were on Avery and Lestrade.
Avery swallowed nervously. "I can explain."
Lestrade folded his arms and cocked his head. "It better be good."
"You see, I was two pence short of buying anything at the bakery, and I walked in and saw you had two, so I thought…"
Lestrade laughed and clapped Avery on the back. "You owe me coffee, ol' chum."
Avery blinked in surprise. He was still alive… and still eating a great-tasting breakfast.
All the other officers were just as surprised. But they snapped out of it when Chief Inspector Lynch came and told them to get back to their usual, everyday business.
A/N: Fun, fun. You'd be greatly amused by the things you get from this prompt generator. Great amusement... -SWS