John was startled when he walked into the kitchen and saw Sherlock already awake and dressed. Sherlock could sleep all day after wrapping up a case like they did last night.
"Well you're up early," John noted as he moved around to get a cup of coffee.
"Your deductions skills astound me," Sherlock said in monotone.
John barely had time to be offended before Sherlock was up and off, grabbing his coat and heading out the door.
"I'll be back by the end of the day," Sherlock shouted as he took the stairs out the flat.
John stood for a second before shaking his head and going back to his caffeine, Sherlock was up to something but John had decided it was probably best not to care.
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Lestrade sighed as he sat up to turn off his alarm clock. After stopping the insistent beeping, Lestrade swung his legs over to the side of the bed and rubbed his face as he stood up to get ready for work. Today was one of his least-favorite days at the office, Father's Day. All the other men his age would be coming in with a new tie, filled with a homemade breakfast, and hurrying to get out early to go back to their loving families. Where was Lestrade's loving family? His wife was cheating again and they had finally filled for a divorce. They had never had kids and Lestrade didn't have any nieces or nephews to faun over, he was alone.
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The string of curious events started when he got to his regular coffee shop. He was in line waiting to order when one of the barista's he knew called him over.
"Aye! Greg! You're orders been paid for," Brian said as Lestrade walked up the counter.
"What do you mean?" Lestrade asked confused as he picked up the drink. It was his usual, black with crème and two sugars, only one size bigger than normal.
"Some bloke came in just maybe two minutes before you and ordered your drink, told me to give it to you and make sure you read the cup," Brian said with a shrug.
Lestrade looked at the outside of the cup and felt a small smile tugging on his lips as he read.
Happy father's day.
-SH
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The next event happened when Lestrade walked into his office, still musing over his coffee. He had always felt a kind of parental-love for Sherlock and God knows he had practically raised the man since his teenage druggie days, well he and Mycroft. He felt warm and happy knowing that Sherlock felt the same way.
He was just turning the hallway when he saw Donovan and Anderson standing in the doorway to his office, staring in confusion.
"Is there something you two need?" Lestrade asked with an edge of irritation.
They both jumped at the sound of the inspector's voice.
"The Freak broke in," Donovan said as she gestured in his office door.
With his brow furrowed, Lestrade walked over and stopped dead as he saw his office.
On his desk, there was his favorite type of scone on a napkin and a small rectangular package.
"Well, no harm done. Get back to worth, the both of you," Lestrade said as he showed them out of the office.
Fighting a smile, Lestrade sat down and unwrapped the package; inside there was a note and a new tie.
No sure why so many fathers want ties, but I was advised to get you one (blame the store clerk).
Dinner at Angelo's tonight at seven.
-SH
Lestrade grinned as he leaned back and took a bite of his scone.
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John was startled when Sherlock suddenly burst into the flat after being gone for most of the day.
"Where have you been?" John asked.
"Out," Sherlock replied vaguely as he walked straight into his bedroom and closed the door.
John could hear him opening and closing drawers and got up to go investigate, but before he was even at the door, Sherlock came out holding two dress shirts.
"Which one?" Sherlock demanded impatiently.
"What? Why? Are you going on a date?" John asked, stunned.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Obviously not, I have special dinner plans. Which one?" holding the two shirts up to his long torso.
"Er the striped one, now what is this all about?" John asked as Sherlock started buttoning up the shirt that John had recommended.
"I'm taking Lestrade out to dinner," Sherlock said as he continued to button.
John stood in confusion for a second.
Sherlock sighed and looked up, "Don't look so stunned, it's only once a year."
John took this in for a second before he suddenly remembered what day it was,
"You're taking Lestrade out for Father's Day?"
"Obviously, would you like to come? Lestrade likes you," Sherlock said as he turned and threw on his coat and scarf.
"No, no, you go ahead," John said with a knowing smile.
Sherlock looked confused for a second as he tried to decipher John's smile, but ended up just rolling his eyes and leaving the flat without another word.
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Lestrade walked into Angelo's just after seven o'clock. The waiter greeted him and took him straight to a table in the back, where Sherlock was already sitting.
Sherlock looked up when Lestrade slide into the seat across from him.
"Hello Greg," Sherlock said as the waiter poured both of them water.
Lestrade had just taken a sip and almost choked when he heard Sherlock. After regaining his breath, he sputtered, "You said my name right."
"Yes, and? It's a special day," Sherlock said with a shrug.
The rest of the evening was made up of Italian food, Sherlock's treat, and casual conversation. They spoke about cases, present and past, then, when Sherlock was about to pay the check, he pulled a small package out from under the table and handed it to Lestrade.
"Happy Father's Day," Sherlock said with a strained smile, obviously trying to be polite.
"Sherlock, please don't force yourself to smile, it's insanely creepy," Lestrade replied as he opened the package.
Sherlock simply smirked in response and looked on as Lestrade's face broke into a small smile.
"Where'd you get this?" Lestrade asked, gesturing to his gift.
It was a photo, one taken from a far angle, obviously for use in a newspaper, back before the fall. In the photo, Sherlock and Lestrade were walking out of a crime scene; Lestrade was holding up the yellow tape with one hand and had the other on Sherlock's back as he maneuvered them away. Lestrade had a smirk on his face and Sherlock was showcasing one of his rare smiles, it was a brilliant picture.
"Paparazzi, Mycroft wouldn't let them use it so they had to surrender all their copies to me. It was an oddly good photograph, so I thought you might enjoy it," Sherlock said as he stood up from the table.
Lestrade followed suit and soon they were standing in front of the restaurant, about to head separate ways. Lestrade was about to hail a taxi when Sherlock suddenly said,
"You know, you are a good father."
Lestrade was surprised in a good way and said, "You're not a bad son either."
They both grinned and shook hands, and then they each when back to their homes.
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Lestrade collapsed on his bed when a contented sigh and smirked as he thought,
Sure, Sherlock. You're a real sociopath. Yeah, right.
Thanks for reading and so sorry for being late again! This week has been crazy with going out of town and then being sick. Also, school starts next week (ugh) so I will continue to try my best to update every Friday, but please bear with me if my schedule is sometimes a little off. I hoped you enjoyed this story! I absolutely love how Lestrade is so protective and father-like to Sherlock. Please review if you have a second and have a great week!
