Author's note: I just couldn't let it go. I'd apologize, but I'm not at all sorry.
Gregson stopped and stared. "Why is Lestrade dancing with Hopkins?" He finally asked.
Bradstreet laughed at his complete bewilderment. "He's teaching Hopkins how to dance. You know, for the dinner party that's being held in our honor?"
Gregson rolled his eyes. "Don't remind me." But he stopped and joined Bradstreet in watching the two men.
"You have to lead, Hopkins." Lestrade informed the lad patiently, for what felt like the fifth time.
"Sorry, I know, but-"
"Look, Hopkins, your partner isn't going to be able to read your mind. If you want to go to the left, you have to lead her that way. Be firm."
Hopkins reddened. "I know, it's just that-"
Lestrade sighed. "Gregson, get over here."
Gregson scowled. "I am not dancing with him." He informed the smaller Inspector shortly.
"No," Lestrade agreed, "you're dancing with me. Watch, Hopkins."
Gregson sighed, and glared at Lestrade, but came and took the lead. Hopkins watched closely as Gregson led Lestrade into a box-step, then in a step to the side, and from there into a spin, and Lestrade followed flawlessly.
Bradstreet had to leave before he started laughing, especially when Holmes showed up and was completely taken by surprise. The brilliant detective stood there gaping like a fish at the scene before him.
"See?" Lestrade was addressing Hopkins. "The lead leads his partner. You have to let your partner know where you want to go without actually saying, 'I'm going to spin you now.'"
Hopkins nodded as Gregson retreated with a final glare at Lestrade. "I just don't know, Inspector. I mean, I know what you're saying, but I just can't seem to get past the fact that I'm essentially telling you what to do."
Lestrade laughed. "Think of it as being on a case, and I'm stumped, and you know your solution is right." He suggested. "And please don't compare the young ladies you dance with tomorrow to me."
That got a chuckle out of Hopkins. "I'll try not to." He said.
"Ready?" Lestrade asked. Hopkins sighed.
"Not really."
Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes does not belong to me.
