"I hope you don't mind me barging in like this..."
News reporter Sally Gale slung her bag over the side of the chair that sat across from Detective Inspector Lestrade's desk, before sitting down in it herself. Lestrade waved his hand dismissively and took a sip from a paper cup of coffee sitting on his desk.
"Not at all, I could use a break. Today's been busy. Now, what do you need me for?" He smiled, his stress clear from the look in his eyes.
"Well," Sally pulled a pad of paper and a pencil out of her bag, and chewed on the eraser without thinking. It was a nervous habit of hers, and she had every reason to be nervous today because if she didn't get this story it was her job for sure. "I was hoping you could tell me about infamous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes."
"Oh, I see." Lestrade chuckled. "Should have known."
"I don't mean any offense, I mean I'm sure things are interesting enough here in the Yard but..." Sally rushed to make amends, but the D.I. just shook his head.
"No, it's fine. Sherlock is pretty big news what with his coming back from the dead." He sighed, taking another well needed sip of coffee.
"Yes, I was hoping you could tell me a bit about that."
"Well, I don't know too much. Sherlock isn't really the kind of bloke to talk to you about anything personal. No, you'd be better off asking John Watson." Lestrade replied.
"John, the blogger?" Sally tilted her head, her hand scurrying to write everything down as soon as it was said.
"Yeah, sometimes I think John's the only one Sherlock trusts." Lestrade nodded.
"Really?" Sally leaned closer. "So did John know that Sherlock wasn't really dead? Was it all an act?"
Lestrade lowered his eyes to the ground, and when he looked up again his eyes were sad and a little uncomfortable.
"No. He didn't." He said. "And that was Sherlock's biggest mistake. He could have easily lost John that way."
"So 'the fall' was hard on him?" Sally asked, using the term that had recently been attached to Sherlock's disappearing act.
"It was the hardest on him, no one else knew Sherlock like he did not even his brother, Mycroft." Lestrade sighed. "There were times I really worried about him. Of course he was one of the first to know when Sherlock came back."
"Oh? Did he know before it became public?" Sally shook a cramp out of her hand and began writing again.
"Oh yeah, and to think I worried about him. I should have been suspicious when he started smiling all the time and ignoring my calls. I thought he had a woman hiding away somewhere!"
Sally laughed and Lestrade cracked a smile.
"So is there anything going on between those two?" Sally asked with a coy grin. "That's the question everyone is dying to know."
"Honestly...I have no idea." Lestrade sighed. "One second John's running off with some girl the next he and Sherlock are locked in the flat for days without anyone hearing from them. I know one thing for sure..."
Sally looked up, sensing that this was her headline.
"Those two are a real pair. Whether they're a couple or not doesn't matter, you could never split up Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. They're not like normal people, they live in their own world." Lestrade gave a small smile. "But, if you want to know more it seems they're coming in now. Why don't you go talk to them? I have work to get back to now."
Sally turned her head and could see a tall pale man and a shorter stockier man through the small crack where the door was open. Getting a hold of Sherlock had seemed impossible but here was her chance for a direct interview!
"Thank you so much for your time!" She said, hurriedly grabbing her things. Lestrade sparred a passing wave before turning back to his paperwork.
"As if he wasn't enough of a freak already. Now he's the walking dead." Anderson snorted, and Sherlock's head snapped around to accept the insult.
"Seeing you almost makes me wish I was dead again." He replied casually, earning a glare from John. The army doctor folded his arms over his chest, clearly not pleased.
"That...is not a joke, Sherlock." He huffed. The taller man blinked and muttered an apology.
"Still, do shut up, Anderson." John smirked.
"Excuse me!"
Sally ran over to the duo, pad and pencil still clutched in her hand and bag swinging at her side. She grinned nervously, unsure of how to approach such a famous character.
"I was wondering if I could ask you two some questions?" She stuttered.
"No time for that." Sherlock rolled his eyes, but John shot him another warning glare.
"Of course you can." He smiled reassuringly at the reporter. "Don't mind him, he's sore because I made him eat breakfast this morning which apparently wastes valuable crime scene time."
"I see?" Sally laughed, not quite sure that she did. "Well I just wanted to know..."
"You want to know if John is my lover." Sherlock sighed.
"W-well that's not exactly..."
"Sherlock!"
The consulting detective ignored both John and Sally's blushing faces, and instead went on with his topic of conversation.
"John and I are having regular intercourse, he engages in many irritating forms of affection such as worrying about my health and taking me out to dinner. I must have John by my side at all times as it becomes hard to concentrate when he's away and I'm worrying about him. I hope that answers all of your questions." Sherlock flashed a cocky smile and then walked off, most likely to pester Lestrade about a case.
John blushed, a hand to his forehead.
"Just..." He sighed. "Just ignore him...please?" He ran off in pursuit of his now confirmed lover, leaving the stunned reporter behind.
The Detective Inspector was right... Sally thought to herself, still slightly shocked and amused. Those two are a real pair...
I can't remember if I've done the "news reporter" story yet or not. If I have, well here's another.
Remember reviews are wonderful and requests are allowed, with any luck I should be able to publish the million and one ideas I have bouncing around in my head so long as the upcoming Comiccon does not distract me!