Now that I seem to have purged the bunnies responsible for the "Missing" series that kicked off this collection, I can move forward with the random ones! Thank you to all readers who either posted a review or sent a PM with feedback, I really appreciate it!
The Old Plod and the Git
Genre:Friendship, humour
Pairings:None mentioned
Main characters:Sherlock and Sally, Greg mentioned
Mollstrade tie-ins:The Chosen Ties that Bind "What Sally Missed"
"You're not much fun anymore," Sally Donovan said. She made a face, steadying a blank look at Sherlock.
"Oh? Not enough of a Freak for you anymore, Donovan?" Sherlock smiled sweetly, in the most annoying way he knew to pick her ass. He was mildly disappointed to discover that it didn't seem to have the same effect that it had before Sherrinford and Musgrave. Still, it didn't hurt to keep trying.
"Well you're still a royal pain in the ass. You still bugger up crime scenes. You're still a bloody git," she said, picking up her glass and taking a pull.
"Well, I'm glad I haven't completely let you down, Sally. I do so hate to disappoint, you know." Sherlock picked up his own glass, emptying it. He gestured to the barmaid. "You ready for another round?"
"Yeah, I think so. One more before we go. Still your turn to buy anyway, might as well make the most of it," she said, laughing lightly.
Sherlock grinned at her. "You're not much fun anymore either, you know," he said. "You're not as suspicious as you used to be. It used to be such fun to aggravate you. You're losing your touch, Donovan. You're turning into a boring old plod."
"Yeah, well it's your fault, you old git. You had to go and turn…" she paused, making a face of mock disgust.
"Normal?" Sherlock offered.
"Human," Sally corrected. She glanced up at the barmaid, smiling in silent thanks, as their second round arrived, Sherlock doing the same.
"So, that last crime scene… did you get anything from that? Lestrade gave us the bum's rush when you gave him the signal to make us disappear. Still a jackass, you are, that much'll never change." Sally gave him a thoughtful look, waiting patiently.
Patience with Sherlock Holmes was something Sally had learned to have since he had changed, since she had started to realize that spidey sense that Greg seemed to possess also existed in her. She wasn't sure if it was experience, or just something she had always had and just hadn't allowed to develop yet. In any case, she appreciated it.
"Oh, plenty enough. The case wasn't really that interesting, but it got me out of the flat for a few hours at least. I left my findings with Greg. Thank you for that, by the way." Sherlock picked up his glass, holding it up to her as if to toast her.
"Thank me for what?" Sally asked, raising a confused eyebrow at him.
"For getting Greg to call me in. He knows better than to bring me in for a case that boring and unchallenging. The truth is, he had already figured it out by the time I got there." Sherlock smiled warmly, something that Sally wasn't expecting.
"I just thought… well, I know it's been slow lately and you've been getting restless. I thought maybe you might like to stretch your legs a little, is all." She shrugged her shoulders to emphasize her nonchalance.
"Well you thought correctly, Donovan. I appreciate the gesture."
"You're welcome then. You almost done? I've got early shift in the morning, we should probably head out," Sally said as she drained her glass.
"Yes, I believe so," Sherlock answered. "Your turn to buy next week. Old Plod."
Sally made a face, trying but failing to stop a friendly smile. "Same pub, same time? I look forward to it. Git."