DAY 9 CHALLENGE: Police/Detectives AU
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
So I begged PennamePersona for help, and she gave me this treasure. Worship her, guys. Worship. Her. She just saved my life.
"What about having it be similar to canon, except Sherlock is a member of Lestrade's division and John is a new member of the force with (potentially) a past traumatic event, and it could be like ASiP style except the two of them are actually MEANT to be solving the case."
Sherlock looked at Lestrade incredulously. "Please tell me you're joking."
Lestrade shook his head, trying not to smile at the shocked detective. "No, I'm completely serious."
Sherlock turned to look at the short man standing across the room, who was currently glaring at Sherlock. "You're going to make me work with him."
Lestrade nodded, grinning. "It was Stamford who recommended him." He looked at the mutual glares of animosity between them, and grinned. "I'll leave you two to talk." With that, he left the room.
Sherlock glared at the short man. (John, his mind supplied.)
John glared at the tall git. (Sherlock, he recalled, Stamford's words coming back to him.)
Things continued in such a fashion for a minute or two, before John looked down, then up again, smiling wryly. "Alright," he said.
Sherlock cocked an eyebrow. "'Alright', what?"
John held out his hand. "Alright, let's sort out our differences. It's obvious you don't want to work with me, but you're stuck with me for now."
Sherlock eyed his hand suspiciously. "You played the clarinet as a child," he blurted out.
John looked at him, looking slightly confused, and maybe a little amazed, not withdrawing his hand, as he answered slowly, "I did. How did you know?"
Sherlock took a deep breath, and began to tell John his own life story.
By the time he was done, there was no typical look of hatred or fear. Instead, a look of wonder sat on the older man's face.
Sherlock felt a surge of warmth as the other man praised him.
Maybe he wouldn't mind working with him after all.
Sherlock looked over at John as he drove them to the third serial suicide.
John was paying attention to the streets as he drove, but he sensed Sherlock looking at him, and smiled. "Have any ideas as to what it could be?"
Sherlock smirked, eyes turning to stare out the front again. "Eight. But I need to see the crime scene for more information."
John chuckled. "Of course."
After a (unofficial) chase throughout London, getting yelled at Lestrade for doing things without informing him, confronting the murderer (without informing Lestrade), and almost dying, then being saved by a mysterious shooter (whose identity Sherlock would never reveal), Sherlock was rather tired.
Or hungry, rather.
After being told by Lestrade that he and John could go home, he looked over at his new companion, smiling. "Dinner?"
John smiled back. "Starving."
As they walked away, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world for John to wrap his arm around Sherlock's, pulling him closer, so he did, ignoring the questioning stares of their fellow NSY members as they walked away.
Sherlock smiled awkwardly at John and their entwined arms, but made no comment, instead saying, "You've been looking for a new flat."
John nodded, knowing it wasn't a question.
Sherlock smiled and continued, "I've found a nice place, for a discount..."
And so their partnership truly began.
Okay, you guys, I know, this one is super-duper-short, and I apologize. But I wanted it out of the way.
With that said, please help me with some of the upcoming challenges. With the exception of maybe one or two, I have no idea what I'm doing. So, really, anything helps.
Thank you.
Please, please, review, in the hopes that one day Sherlock will one day soon wear again his magnificent purple shirt, and tomorrow I will write something whose quality rises somewhat above "shitty".
Love, Rainy
