I decided on writing an Interlude for each chapter. There's so much more going on than just life saving. :-) The Interludes take place more or less shortly after the previous chapters. In this case Greg is still suffering from his injured knee after saving Mycroft's life for the first time.
Still don't own the characters. They belong to Sir ACD, Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat. (sob!)
Interlude 1
"What are you doing here?" Sally Donovan greeted DI Gregory Lestrade, when he hobbled into NSY with the aid of a crutch.
"Nice to see you too." He flopped onto a chair and propped up his left leg. "I read three books this past week and one can only watch so much TV. The program is state approved national dulling. I'd rather get some of the paperwork done that's undoubtedly already piling on my desk."
"Actually there's nothing really piling on your desk. Only one file. And a parcel that came in just half an hour ago."
"A parcel?" Greg replied, his curiosity piqued. He took his crutch, and headed for his office.
He studied the parcel in question. It looked like a delivery from a tailor.
"Aren't you going to open it?" Donovan, who had followed him, asked.
Greg began to peel away the paper carefully and uncovered a charcoal grey pair of trousers, a matching jacket, a white shirt and a note, that read 'Thank you, Gregory! MH'
"Try it on," Donovan prompted him. He gave her a look.
"I'm not going to strip for your amusement."
Sally snorted, but left the office anyhow.
Greg stripped down to his underwear and got dressed in his new shirt and suit. He didn't have a mirror in his office but as far as he could tell, the shirt as well as the suit fit perfectly.
"Sally," he called out and the door opened immediately. Donovan's jaw dropped at the sight of her boss.
She circled him slowly, taking in the sight. When she didn't say anything, Greg got a bit nervous.
"So?"
"You look ravishing!" she declared and kept eyeballing him in a rather predatory fashion. Greg blushed and decided that he had enough.
"Okay, out! You're not having me on my desk – or anywhere else." He flapped his hands, shooing her out of his office. His expression however turned to a broad smile once she had closed the door behind her.
