Chapter 3
After almost two hours of alternating between pounding on the door to loitering around, Lestrade finally came to the conclusion that Holmes and Watson were not in, and probably wouldn't be for a while. She didn't know wether to be relieved or disappointed. She chose relief. After all, they weren't close family, they really didn't need to know. Besides, they'd find out along with everyone else once it became rather obvious.
Yeah right, admit it, you're scared of what they're gonna think about you. No I'm not. I just think that since we're really only business colleagues, my being pregnant is none of theirs.
With that thought in mind, she turned around (she was in one of her door poundings sessions) and walked back down the hallway, down the seventeen steps and out to her cruiser. A glance at the chrono piece on the computer had her groaning. No wonder she was so tired. Well she'd go home, get some sleep and...then she had no idea what she was going to do. Maybe talk to Alice. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.
The next moring she woke up to a persistant pounding on the door, followed by consecutive buzzes. Groaning she sat up and threw on a robe over her night clothes. The only person she knew who came here this early was Holmes and if he didn't like the way she was dressed then he shouldn't come so early.
"All right all right I'm coming. Geez..." She yanked the door open, and stood staring at her father.
"Morning sweets," he said kissing her on the cheek, "I just thought I'd come over and tell you that your mother and aunt have gone insane. You know that group of 'troubled' teens your uncle and I have been counseling with old war stories and such? Well Janine had this bright idea that they would make the perfect crew to redo your extra room. Coming with me?"
"What?! Yes, just let me get changed." She rushed back into her room and quickly dressed in her uniform, mumbling dire threats the entire time.
A few minutes later they were in her father's hovercar flying over New London.
"Why do they do this to me? Why? I just don't understand. What have I done?"
"You've refused to do their bidding, but made the mistake of remaining within their reach I'm afraid." He looked over at her and grinned before turning his attention back to the airspace. "Anyway, it's a rather good idea in terms of getting the kids interested in something other than stealing and hanging out in the Holocade. Nobody else seems to want anything to do with them. If they're given enough responsiblity, I think they can make quite a turn around."
Put in a logical manner like that she couldn't argue. So what if she did when Holmes said pretty much the same thing about the Irregulars? After all, he put them in dangerous situations which was an entirely different matter from giving them hammers and nails. Okay so she just liked to argue with Holmes. It was fun.
Her father expertly maneuvered the craft into a perfect landing in front of the rec building. It was one of the older structure in the city, but it filled its purpose nicely. It had once been a school. They exited the car and made their way into one of the rooms up stairs. A crowd of about ten kids, between the ages of twelve and sixteen, were listening intently to Aunt Janine as she patiently explained the difference between a pastel yellow and an ordinary yellow. Her mother stood beside her shaking her head in the negative.
As Lestrade's gaze scanned the rest of the room, it came to settle on the back of the room with five familiar figures. In this order, from herself to the other side of the room they were Uncle Frank, Deidre, Wiggins, Watson and Holmes. And they were all giving Aunt Janine the same rapt attention as everyone else. Then, Janine finished her little speech and asked if there were any questions.
"I have one Mrs. Lestrade," Holmes replied, "I understand the theory behind what you say, but will you be using practical application? That is the best way to keep a student interested in a subject after all." Lestrade couldn't see his face from where she stood in the doorway, but she was certain he had just given his most charming grin, judging by the way Aunt Janine tittered and fluffed her hair.
"Why certainly Mister Holmes. It's for my neice...a very nice surprise for her. I feel that with so many people working at once it will get done faster....are you quite all right?"
After almost two hours of alternating between pounding on the door to loitering around, Lestrade finally came to the conclusion that Holmes and Watson were not in, and probably wouldn't be for a while. She didn't know wether to be relieved or disappointed. She chose relief. After all, they weren't close family, they really didn't need to know. Besides, they'd find out along with everyone else once it became rather obvious.
Yeah right, admit it, you're scared of what they're gonna think about you. No I'm not. I just think that since we're really only business colleagues, my being pregnant is none of theirs.
With that thought in mind, she turned around (she was in one of her door poundings sessions) and walked back down the hallway, down the seventeen steps and out to her cruiser. A glance at the chrono piece on the computer had her groaning. No wonder she was so tired. Well she'd go home, get some sleep and...then she had no idea what she was going to do. Maybe talk to Alice. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.
The next moring she woke up to a persistant pounding on the door, followed by consecutive buzzes. Groaning she sat up and threw on a robe over her night clothes. The only person she knew who came here this early was Holmes and if he didn't like the way she was dressed then he shouldn't come so early.
"All right all right I'm coming. Geez..." She yanked the door open, and stood staring at her father.
"Morning sweets," he said kissing her on the cheek, "I just thought I'd come over and tell you that your mother and aunt have gone insane. You know that group of 'troubled' teens your uncle and I have been counseling with old war stories and such? Well Janine had this bright idea that they would make the perfect crew to redo your extra room. Coming with me?"
"What?! Yes, just let me get changed." She rushed back into her room and quickly dressed in her uniform, mumbling dire threats the entire time.
A few minutes later they were in her father's hovercar flying over New London.
"Why do they do this to me? Why? I just don't understand. What have I done?"
"You've refused to do their bidding, but made the mistake of remaining within their reach I'm afraid." He looked over at her and grinned before turning his attention back to the airspace. "Anyway, it's a rather good idea in terms of getting the kids interested in something other than stealing and hanging out in the Holocade. Nobody else seems to want anything to do with them. If they're given enough responsiblity, I think they can make quite a turn around."
Put in a logical manner like that she couldn't argue. So what if she did when Holmes said pretty much the same thing about the Irregulars? After all, he put them in dangerous situations which was an entirely different matter from giving them hammers and nails. Okay so she just liked to argue with Holmes. It was fun.
Her father expertly maneuvered the craft into a perfect landing in front of the rec building. It was one of the older structure in the city, but it filled its purpose nicely. It had once been a school. They exited the car and made their way into one of the rooms up stairs. A crowd of about ten kids, between the ages of twelve and sixteen, were listening intently to Aunt Janine as she patiently explained the difference between a pastel yellow and an ordinary yellow. Her mother stood beside her shaking her head in the negative.
As Lestrade's gaze scanned the rest of the room, it came to settle on the back of the room with five familiar figures. In this order, from herself to the other side of the room they were Uncle Frank, Deidre, Wiggins, Watson and Holmes. And they were all giving Aunt Janine the same rapt attention as everyone else. Then, Janine finished her little speech and asked if there were any questions.
"I have one Mrs. Lestrade," Holmes replied, "I understand the theory behind what you say, but will you be using practical application? That is the best way to keep a student interested in a subject after all." Lestrade couldn't see his face from where she stood in the doorway, but she was certain he had just given his most charming grin, judging by the way Aunt Janine tittered and fluffed her hair.
"Why certainly Mister Holmes. It's for my neice...a very nice surprise for her. I feel that with so many people working at once it will get done faster....are you quite all right?"