DRABBLE NINE: UNDISCLOSED DESIRES


"I know you've suffered, but I don't want you to hide" - Undisclosed Desires [Muse]

Pairings: Anthea/Sally Donovan,Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes (pre-slash)

Written For: SunshineThroughTheStorm, because we have lovely chats about Mystrade and Santhea :)

Word Count: 221 [Excluding headers and footnotes]


'They're doing it again,' Sally hissed.

Anthea sighed. For months now her boss had been dragging her along to crime scenes to "talk" to DI Lestrade. Talking really meant flirting, blushing, touching, and one man staring at the other man's arse as one walked away.

Anthea was getting sick of it; so was Sally.

'What do we do?' Anthea asked.

'I've tried talkin' to Lestrade but he keeps insisting he isn't interested in anyone; says it's too soon after his divorce.'

Anthea scoffed. 'They've wanted each other since before Lestrade's divorce.'

'I know,' Sally sighed. 'How about we just... lock 'em in a room?' Anthea raised an eyebrow. 'Or... push 'em into each other and hope they kiss?'

Anthea opened her mouth before closing it again. 'That... might actually work,' the brunette grinned.

And so, five minutes later, Anthea was tripping her boss while Sally pushed Lestrade. And, low and behold, Mycroft and Greg's lips met and they pulled away quickly, both blushing.

But then Greg leaned forward and actually kissed Mycroft properly! Anthea and Sally had to refrain from clapping as the two men grinned and blushed at each other before settling on a date.

In the car, Mycroft hummed, a stupid grin on his face.

Anthea just smiled at her BlackBerry.


Author's Note: Sunshine and I have a LOT of odd conversations about various things; Mystrade, Santhea, Cabin Pressure, Green Day... I'll spare you the details of the more insane ramblings of my mind. And seriously, I have to stop writing so many drabbles at once, and work on This Is War, Give Me A Label, Jawn... you know, the ten other WIPs I have going.

Anywho, as always, hope you enjoyed :)

{Dreamer}