"Good morning." Sherlock said as he entered Lestrade's office, that was her office for now.
"Good morning." she answered.
As he knew it would annoy his flat mate, he went to her and kissed her.
As expected, his flat mate rolled his eyes.
"What are you so excited about?" she asked with a smile.
"I'm always happy when there's a case."
"You know you don't need us for the case, right? I mean, you didn't need more than five seconds to solve the previous one."
"I like the company."
Both Sherlock and Roxanne looked at John's irritated and disbelieved expression, and after a couple of seconds they both started laughing.
"I'm sorry, did I miss anything?" John asked, even more irritated by their behaviour.
"Do you hate me so much because of the number of people I killed, or do you actually care about my personality enough in order to hate it?"
Her question made him think about what Mycroft had told him: 'As frightening as you think she is, she isn't all bad. Just don't get on her nerves and you'll have a wonderful friend'. What are the odds that he's right?
"You're right. I'm sorry. I'll give you a chance and get to know you before I'll start hating you." there was still a limit to how friendly he could be.
"Fair enough." she shrugged, but then the smile she tried to conceal slipped out.
Maybe she isn't that bad.
"Well, let's go. We've got a body to examine."
And maybe she is.