The 221B Chronicles of Mollstrade

by PrairieLily

I am intrigued by the challenge of the 221B, so I'm giving it a go with my favourite character, Greg Lestrade, and my favourite pairing, Greg and Molly. In this particular collection, Mary is still alive and well and happily married to John, because I liked her, and I can ;) . I own none of these characters, no copyright infringement intended.

51. Chapter 51 Bexley

"Lestrade, how much longer must I tolerate this… IDIOT Detective Sergeant?"

Greg rolled his eyes, in silent agreement. "Sherlock, EVERYONE in your view is an idiot. Sergeant Bexley, as you are WELL aware, is assigned to my team for the duration of Donovan's maternity leave. You could always occupy yourself with Gregson's cases, or Dimmock's, if my team no longer meets your lofty standards."

"Don't be ridiculous, Gregory," Sherlock replied, making a point to use Greg's actual given name, rather than one of his usual deliberately misfired monikers. "I only work with the best, which is why I tend to avoid those bloody dolts these days in favour of you. However, of late I may be reconsidering this," Sherlock sneered, as he glanced distastefully at Sally's temporary replacement.

"I'm sure my wife will be touched that you miss her so much," Anderson snickered, as Sherlock glared at him briefly. "In the meantime, we all must endure." With a subtle look to the consulting detective, he strolled towards him. "Between ourselves," he whispered, "Greg isn't terribly impressed with him either. I know for a FACT that he can't wait for Sally to return."

Sherlock stared at Anderson, a steady gaze of blue eyes on blue eyes. "Indeed," he finally conceded, with a crooked smile, as they heard Lestrade yelling, "Ahhh, damnit Bexley!"