To: Sherlock Holmes
Subject: Best Man
I'd ask you to be the best man, but that wouldn't really work, now, would it? Just thought you should know I would have chosen you if I could have.
He was dialing Sherlock's number into his phone before he paused and remembered that asking his late best friend to be best man at his wedding probably wasn't a very good idea. It was a pleasant surprise to find, however, that it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would have.
"Idiot," he muttered fondly, although not entirely sure who he was talking about. "Right, first I send messages to my dead best friend through grief, talk to a dog and a skull, then I talk out loud to myself. Okay. Right. Well, I guess that proves I'm a bit mad."
"You are, yeah," laughed a voice. John turned to grin at Greg Lestrade, who was standing behind him. There was a pause as they shook hands and exchanged smiles, falling into step as they walked down the crowded London street.
"Would you be best man at my wedding?"
To be honest, neither of them were sure where the question came from. Lestrade seemed shocked.
"I... I'd be honored."
To: John Watson
Subject: Error
Delivery to the following recipient has failed permanently: Sherlock Holmes.
Messed up with the chapter orders, you probably want to go back and re-read Chapter 20.