Just a short and sweet drabble for a prompt on Tumblr. (I've filled a couple over the last week, so I'll be posting one a day.)


"Who are they supposed to be?"

"Who?"

"Mary and Molly. Obviously."

Greg Lestrade resisted the urge to roll his eyes and turned his gaze in the direction of the two women. When he saw their costumes, however, he glanced over at his friend (and no matter how many times Sherlock contested it, they were friends) in disbelief.

"Honestly, Sherlock? You can't tell? It's fairly obvious, don't you think?"

Mary wore a hideous beige jumper and black trousers. She had attached a positively horrid blonde mustache above her lips, and she stood with her arms crossed and a grumpy expression on her face. Every so often, the façade would be broken when she laughed at something, but overall, the likeness was pretty good.

Molly's costume, however, took the cake.

Like Mary, she wore black trousers, but she had selected a man's shirt in a deep purple color, leaving the top two buttons undone. Over that, she wore a black coat which fell below her knees. Greg laughed when he realized she'd propped the collar up as well.

To cap it all off (Greg chuckled at his own joke), her dark hair was covered by a deerstalker.

It's certainly not subtle, he thought to himself.

He was pulled from his thoughts as Sherlock left his side, striding towards the two women.

"Where are you going, Sherlock?" he called.

"To ask them, Graham. Obviously."

Overlooking Sherlock's ignorance of his name, again, Greg rushed after his friend. He couldn't wait to see Sherlock's face when he figured it out.


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