"A flat mate?" Hopkins asked busting out in laughter.
"No way Lestrade, you're pulling our legs." Gregson said with a grin.
"I'm not kidding, I saw the man with my own eyes." Lestrade said from beneath all of the paper work on his desk.
"Did you catch his name?" Hopkins asked as he sat in one the chairs in front of Lestrade's desk. ]
"No, but I dare say we will learn it soon."
Gregson, who had been munching on a candy from Lestrade's desk, looked up. "How soon is soon?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I would say tomorrow if I can get this paper work done." Lestrade said.
"Lestrade, you always put this stuff off to long." Hopkins said with a sigh. "You are so lazy."
"Well, feel free to help me out." Snapped Lestrade. He had a headache and was in no mood to chat.
"Pushy, oh well, I think we should leave before Mr. Lestrade bites our heads off." Gregson smirked.
Lestrade rolled his eyes went back to work.
Later that day, Lestrade walked up the steps of 221B Baker Street. He was there to report a development in the case, and he wanted to meet the famous flat mate. He knocked on the door, and heard someone coming.
"Hello?" A voice said as the door opened. Lestrade finally was up close to the new man.
"Hello, I'm here to see Holmes?" Lestrade said in his business tone voice. (He didn't work well with first time meets.)
"Oh, Holmes is out, but he said he would be back in a few. Do you want to come in?" The man asked and Lestrade said he would.
"Oh, how rude of me," The man said and turned to face Lestrade, "my name is John Watson."
A/N: Second Chapter for today is done. I pulled an all-nighter and wrote this at 5:00AM. Don't judge me too badly. :P