Author's note: Fifth part! This was supposed to be up on Friday three weeks ago (I think) but I didn't have a good internet connection. Also, Merry Christmas and a happy new year!
Pairing: Greg x Sherlock (platonic)
Warnings: OOC Greg and Sherlock
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
ANGER
Sherlock ignored Donovan and Anderson who complained about the 'freak' being here again, noting details about the murder he was called to solve. A really loud sound made him look up and he stared at Lestrade who had hit the wall with his fist. Lestrade was glaring at his subordinates who gulped in fear. Their boss was really scary when angry. "If you complained and did your job correctly, Sherlock wouldn't have to be called to solve your idiocy." Greg hiss, smirking cruelly as they flinched.
"Pack up and leave. You disobeyed my order and started harassing Sherlock, who didn't provoke you once today. And even if Sherlock won't charge you with harassment, I will if you don't stop this behaviour at once! Do you understand me?" The two humiliated officers nodded meekly and quickly gathered their things and disappeared.
Sherlock cautiously approached Lestrade. "Greg." He started but hesitated, not really knowing what to say. He wanted to thank him for standing up for him and yet also reassure him that he was right, but he didn't know how to phrase it. Greg looked at Sherlock and sighed before tugging him into a hug. "Sherlock, don't let these idiots insult you. You are so much smarter than them and when you ignore them, while it's a sign of maturity, all they will see is a sign of weakness."
Sherlock tentatively hugged the detective back. "I'm sorry." He softly said and Greg snorted. "I think it's the first time I have heard you apologise. Sherlock, I'll always protect you, you're like a brother to me, but you need to stand up for yourself as well." He softly said, and Sherlock nodded before burying his head in Lestrade's shoulder, allowing him to see his real side, the one who acted as a spoilt brat to those he thought as a family.
Lestrade just sighed affectionally and resigned himself to a sore back. He thought it was completely worthy though. After all, when would he see Sherlock acting so vulnerable again?