Lestrade's Secret.
Author: RrenWolf
Disclaimer: sadly, 'Sherlock Holmes In The 22nd Century' and 'Moonwarriors'
do not belong to me. the former belongs to DiC and I'm not exactly sure who the latter belongs to, but I know for sure it doesn't belong to me.
Only Morri, Catseye, and Lady Kaoswolfe, belong to me.
This story is based on the premise that Lestrade is a werewolf, because I read a fanfic somewhere and then I started getting weird ideas. So, thanks to whoever sparked those ideas and this weird story.
This is my first online fanfic,
so I hope you have fun reading and please review!
Chapter One:
Chaos In Parksdale.
"Ahhhrrrrrrrrooooooooooo!"
"Shudupshudupshudupshudup!"
Inspector Elizabeth Lestrade yelled, clasping her hands to her ears.
"But Bessie, I have to practice howling. Who ever heard of a werewolf who couldn't howl?"
Her werewolf-obsessed friend whined.
"Morri. . ."
"I have to be authentic for my high school play 'Curse Of The Werewolf'. I mean. .I know it's really dumb
being a real werewolf and STILL not being able to howl, but they expect this."
"I know. I'm sorry. .and I hate to say this, but. .you sound like my weird neighbor's little yap-dog."
"You mean your neighbor with the red hair who's always sneering at you,
and that stupid Chihuahua that is always barking it's head off at you and you say it hates your guts?"
Morri asked hurtfully.
"Yep. .heh. .That's the one!"
"Ouch. . ."
Suddenly, the nearby phone rang, rescuing Morri from a 'talk' with her best friend Lestrade.
They'd been having a lot of those 'talk's since she'd told her friend her little werewolf secret.
Morri ran across the room
and picked up the phone, her silver-dyed hair trailing behind her.
"Hello?
Oh. . .Hi Grandma Sadie. .
Yes, I know, Grandma.
The purple elephants are coming to get you.
You told me last time you called. . .
Oh! New purple elephants?
Just tell them to go away.
I'll be right over, don't worry Grandma. Bye. Yes, Grandma, I love you too."
Morri's crazy, hippie grandmother was always calling her up at the wrong time
with weird complaints.
Of course it didn't help that her whole family was both Neo-Pagan AND psychic.
So they believed in a whole lot of super weird stuff already and when it was added
to her grandma's already screwed-up health, Sadie literally went nuts.
But this was one time that Morri was really glad her grandma had called.
She turned around and confronted her best friend.
"Sorry 'bout that, it was my grandma Sadie. She almost never calls at the right time.
Now, do I really sound that bad?"
"Well. . Yes, you do--most of the time. Sorry again, Morri."
"Stop saying that. I'm glad I've got a friend who can tell it like it is! In fact, if I didn't have you
here to criticize me, I'd probably go up on the stage on Saturday afternoon and howl my head off
and never know why the heck everyone was asking the vendor for earplugs!" She laughed.
"I'm glad you don't mind, Morri." Lestrade replied.
"Of course I don't, Bessie. We all go through our ups and downs. Besides, you're my best friend,
if I'm not the one to understand, who is?"