September 2001
It had been over two months since the case with the weird couple that tortured people. It had been two calm months. No mysterious murders, no kidnappings. Lestrade would call it two good months, if you asked Sherlock you would get a completely different answer.
03:45 am, Lestrade got a text from one Sherlock Holmes.
"Lestrade? Got any cases? – SH"
Five minutes later, just as he was getting back to sleep, his phone chimed again. Twice.
"Bored. – SH"
"Need a case Lestrade. Give me a case. – SH"
Lestrade rolled his eyes before he replied. He was starting to regret that he gave his last phone to Sherlock. Since then the boy had started to text him constantly.
"I don't have any. Told you last night. Remember? Get some sleep. And stop sending me texts."
He didn't even have time to but the phone back beside the bed before it chimed again.
"Are you sure? – SH"
"Anything will do! – SH"
"Except dull things... – SH"
"Like dull murders – SH"
"Or robberies. Or anything else that's dull. – SH"
" Or tedious... – SH"
Lestrade rolled his eyes and groaned. Of course Sherlock wouldn't give up. Beside him Alice rolled over. She cracked her eyes open and looked at him.
"Who is it?" She mumbled not really awake yet.
"...No one." He replied quickly, as he knew that she only would get even more pissed with Sherlock if she knew that he sent Lestrade texts 24/7." Wrong number, I think. Go back to sleep."
Alice rolled over again. A minute later she was fast asleep. Lestrade's phone chimed again.
"Are you really sure? – SH"
Lestrade chuckled and typed back an answer.
"Yes, I am. Go. To. Sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."
A/N: I know this chapter is short but I'll update soon. I hope you like it. Please review. And please, please, if you have any ideas for chapters, I would be happy to hear about them.