Hi!
So sorry this is late, been a bit busy : ) I passed my driving test and got a new job since I last updated, which is pretty good going!
Thanks so much for reading so far! Loads of you are reading it and especially alerting for it; I would love for a few more people to review, just so I know where to go next, how much people like/don't like it : )
Oh, and in this chapter we find out Lestrade's name. His real name. His canon name. 'The House of Silk' the new Sherlock Holmes novel by Anthony Horowitz is actually canon, having been commissioned by the Conan Doyle Estate. And it names him. So...drum roll please ; )
Enjoy!
Onwards...
'Zarf...zarf...' Lestrade chewed the end of his pen, thinking hard. Having found an out of date newspaper in his desk, completely by surprise (he had been looking for some post-it notes to write down case details with), he had been trying his hand at the crossword, something which he never usually has time for.
'Zarf...' Lestrade twisted the paper so John could see. He supposed the doctor was as bored as he was; anything to grab his attention away from the warring brothers on the other side of the room.
'A Middle Eastern coffee cup holder, usually made from ornamented metal.' Drawled Sherlock over his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes at his brother. 'If you'd actually bother to lift yourself from your leather chair in your office to see me, you wouldn't keep getting so annoyed that I don't answer your texts.'
'Thank you!' called Lestrade writing it in, winking at John. The doctor grinned at the detective, looking back at the paper.
'Cornish Wonder...' he mused, sneakily looking back at the Holmes's, who were still arguing. 'Sounds British, doesn't it?'
'Mmmm...Cornish Wonder...' Lestrade looked over at Sherlock and Mycroft.
'I am not required to run after you like a lost puppy, Sherlock' sighed Mycroft, barely raising an eyebrow. 'I am your brother and as such we should make an effort to meet.'
'You mean I should make an effort to meet you' Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned away, looking directly at Lestrade.
'Oh for heavens sake! Cornish Wonder ..how many letters?'
Lestrade counted. 'Four', grinning at John as Sherlock glared at them both.
'Well it's obviously Opie.' Sherlock told the policeman, who looked down at his paper with a frown.
'Opie?' he repeated. 'What the hell is an Opie?'
Sherlock sighed and twisted to look at his brother, who rolled his eyes theatrically.
'Well?' John looked expectantly at the siblings.
'John Opie was a historical painter, who painted many important people back in his era.' Sherlock told them.
'Born in 1761, Truo, Cornwall.' Mycroft added.
'How did you know all that?' Lestrade asked, writing in the word. 'Have you done this one before?'
'Of course not, Inspector, but we do know a thing or two about English culture.'
'Well, so do I...'
'Obviously not enough.' Sherlock cut in.
'And why do you know him, then?'
'It's just something I studied at University.'
Lestrade frowned. 'Historical painters? You learnt about historical painters at uni?'
'Why is that so hard to believe?'
Lestrade didn't answer, biting his tongue. Another hour and a half and he'd be out. He didn't want to be carted off in handcuffs after throwing something hard and heavy at one of the Holmes'.
'What time is it?' John asked.
'We've got another hour and a half left.'
'I don't believe that answered John's question, Lestrade.'
Lestrade looked at the consulting detective sitting feet from his desk. 'It's about half eight, Sherlock.'
'Tell John, not me. I didn't want to know.'
Lestrade turned to the doctor on his left. 'It's about half past eight, John'
John hid a smile. 'Thank you, Lestrade.' John's eyebrows creased and he asked, 'What's your name? Your first name?' He'd never once heard anyone address him as anything other than Lestrade.
'Ah, the elusive first name' breathed Sherlock, shooting a look at the glass as Anderson banged against it with his chair, edging closer.
'What, don't you know?' John asked, looking from one to the other.
'Nope' Anderson told him. 'I've always known him as 'Sir' or 'Lestrade' I've never called him anything else.'
'And he destroys all his post so I can't see, he doesn't have it written on his desk or files-'
'And he can hear you, you know.' Lestrade butted in, smiling. 'Why the fuss?'
'Your name is an enigma, Lestrade.' Sherlock told him. 'Even after five years you've never told me.'
'Well, I'm sorry I hurt your feelings' Lestrade soothed sarcastically, patting the detectives arm. 'Why didn't you just ask?'
'Because...'
'I know.'
Four sets of eyes swivelled to look at Mycroft, who was looking smug in the corner.
'You do not.' Lestrade told him, crossing his arms.
'I do indeed. It begins with a G'
'What is it then?'
'Geoffrey?' John blurted.
'Gerry?' Sherlock looked from his brother to the policeman.
'Nope.' Lestrade told them, leaning back in his chair.
'Gabriel?' asked Anderson. Lestrade shook his head.
'Gavin?'
'Nope.'
'Gary?'
'No.'
'Gustav?'
'No!'
'Gene?'
Lestrade sighed. 'Shall I just tell you? It'll be much easier.'
'No, this is fun, this guessing game.' John grinned.
Sherlock shot him a look. 'You are so easily amused, John.'
John threw a pen at him.
'Gareth?'
'No'
'Gerald?'
'Oh, for crying out loud!' Mycroft pushed the palms of his hand into his forehead. 'It's George! His name is George, now will you all just stop speaking; you're giving me a migraine.'
'You always like to spoil our games, don't you brother?'
Mycroft didn't answer, pouting as he looked out the window,
'So... George?'
'Yes, John?'
'Nothing...' John smiled. 'Suits you.'
'Um thanks.'
Lestrade laughed and clapped John's shoulder.
'George?'
'Nope...' Lestrade swivelled around in his chair. 'You can still call me Sir.'
Anderson's shoulders slumped and he turned back in his chair, mouth shut.
'Well..that killed fifteen minutes.'
'Yep' sighed Lestrade, going back to his crossword.
'Only one hour fifteen minutes to go.'
So there. George Lestrade. Huh...I don't know if it suits him, but its a rare name in fanon :/ At least he has a proper name now, I guess : )
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