THE CLOSET
Chapter 3
Ok so people have asked me to continue so I have and *clears throat* I have to admit, that the first chapter was actually the only one I had planned on doing but, some reviewers have convinced me other wise. Well umm here it is…
Lestrade was flipping through some old case files when Sherlock and John stepped into the room.
"Okay Lestrade, we are here. What is the case?" Sherlock asked
"Well that was very forward of you, Sherlock. John, you really must teach him more manners." Lestrade calmly stated. Sherlock ground his teeth visibly.
"I came here to solve your case, NOT play nice" He ground out. John was visibly trying to hold in a smirk at Sherlock's childish behaviour.
"Well Sherlock, considering the fact that you, and john could be arrested on the grounds of torture, I would do as I say" he said reclining into his chair. Sherlock clenched his hands into fists, and then looked into Lestrade's eyes.
"What do you want from me?" He asked.
"Oh nothing, just for you to do the task I give you with no complaints, and to not withhold evidence again" Lestrade said nonchalantly.
"FINE! What is the task?" He exclaimed, Sherlock really hated being backed into corners.
"Just for you to solve this case-" Sherlock looked like he was going to interrupt "-and for you to admit to the world that you two are together" Lestrade finished. John's jaw dropped, and Sherlock looked at Lestrade questioningly.
"Why do you want us to go public?" He asked. Lestrade shrugged.
"Well one, I think people would give you cases at less um, how should I put it, inconvenient times for you, and also so that I can claim my bets at the betting pool" He answered. John finally shut his jaw.
"You do realize the press will go crazy when they get a hold of this information, right?" John asked. Lestrade nodded.
"It will take a load of them off our backs for a bit any way" he responded. John shook his head then looked at Sherlock, who still seemed to be mulling it over.
"Fine" He said. Lestrade looked at him with wide eyes, while John shook his head minutely.
"Seriously? You're agreeing to this?" Lestrade asked, just to be sure, because you never know with Sherlock. The man in question nodded, resolutely.
"The butler did it" He stated vaguely, before striding out of the room, leaving Lestrade, and John in each others company.
"Why are you really doing this?" John asked quietly. Lestrade looked at him a while before answering.
"I want to see him squirm" He said. John shook his head.
"Sherlock doesn't squirm; he will take it all with his head held high, ignoring what anyone says, and leaving me all the embarrassing and awkward things. That is the way he rolls, and to be honest I am surprised that he survived before I came along" John stated quietly. Lestrade's eyes widened in surprise as he figured out what kind of a hell he had just forced his friend into.
"I am sorry but he will not stop now, no matter what I say" He said. John smiled ruefully as he pictured that.
"No he won't so I guess I will just have to be prepared for the bucket loads of crap that are going to be flung at me out there. So long Lestrade" John said before leaving the room.
"Goodbye John, and good luck" Lestrade said under his breath.
TBC and just because I can and it has nothing to do with the fact that I am making this up as I am going along, this is going to be a cliff hanger, until the next chapter is up. Also I might be doing a few other fictions, maybe one about how these two got in a relationship. Review if you have ideas