December 21: "An impromptu invitation." (from Sparky Dorian)
A/N: This one's short due to a combination of sleepiness, busyness and laziness. Hopefully I can step up my game soon. :)
Lestrade awoke to the sound of knocking. The master bedroom was unusually close to the front of the house, allowing him to hear quite clearly any noises from the doorstep. He crept out of bed, careful not to jostle his sleeping wife, and pulled on a dressing gown before stumbling to the door. Opening it revealed Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson standing on his doorstep. Against his better judgement, Lestrade let them in.
"Sorry to trouble you so early in the morning," said Watson.
Early? Thought Lestrade, who felt as though he had only just gone to bed. He glanced at the hall clock, which read a quarter past four. So he had not even managed five hours of sleep. Marvellous, he thought irritably, but what he said was: "No trouble at all, Doctor. What brings you two here at this hour?"
"The West End jewel thief is about to strike again," said Holmes. "Can you dress in under five minutes?"
Lestrade did not need to be asked twice. This was just the sort of big case he needed to get himself a promotion by Christmas!