Song: Tell Her by Lonestar
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I thought this would be a good fic for a bit of humor, OOCness, and romance!! YAY HAPPY ENDINGS! 8D
Enjoy!
Lestrade was a busy man that morning. Someone was just murdered and he was trying to figure out who naturally. He had to call in our favorite consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes.
"I will help you," Holmes said, "On one condition."
Lestrade looked surprised. Holmes never asked this before. But he needed the help, so he asked,
"What is it?"
"I need some advice."
"…"
Three words came to Lestrade's mind: What. The. Hell.
Holmes never, under any circumstances, asked for advice, most of all Lestrade. But in truth, he had no one else. Sure, Mrs. Hudson was a woman for advice, but he never had a chance to be alone with her really. When he was free, she was busy, and when she was free, he was busy doing God knows what.
"Mr. Holmes, I don't know about Science or anything like you do--"
"No, not like that. I need love advice."
"…what?"
What was right. Lestrade had heard some strange things come from Holmes' mouth, but this took the cake!
Holmes looked slightly nervous. "I just need someone, alright?! Now do you want me to help or not?!"
"W-what is the problem?"
"We had a fight last night and I don't know how to make it right again."
"What was the fight about? And who is she anyway?!" whoever it was, they were insane.
"I won't tell, and we fought over my habits with something I won't tell you."
Lestrade rolled his eyes. "Just tell her that you're sorry!"
"I tried!"
"…really?"
"Yes!"
"You said sorry?"
"Yes!"
"…are you kidding me?"
"NO DAMN IT!"
Lestrade shook his head, "Holmes, if you really did say sorry and she still hasn't come around, then…dare I say it…show her that you really care for her. That means showing her how you feel."
Holmes nodded, "Thank you."
Lestrade shook his head. "That's enough strangeness coming from you for one day. Now for the case."
"Alright."
Holmes solved it within 5 minutes as usual, and walked out with a spring in his step.
"Please forgive me?"
Holmes was out of breath. He had just spoken for a full 5 minutes on how much he cared and how much he was sorry.
"Holmes…" the voice was so soft. "Do you really mean that?"
"Yes I do…John."
Watson smiled, "Then yes, I forgive you."
They kissed softly.
"And by the way," Watson laughed, "Did you really go to Lestrade for advice?"
"He's good for some things, dear Watson. And it turns out he's not completely daft after all!"
Watson shook his head with a smile. "Did he even know it was me?"
"No. He referred to you as a woman."
"Ha! He should have referred to you as such."
Holmes just glared jokingly, and went back to playing his violin.
Yay, happy endings! Now REVIEW! I haven't gotten any all night! :(