Title: Making the Connection
Story Summary: A non-chronological collection of short chapters based on one word prompts, includes (pre-)slash for Johnlock & Mystrade
Chapter Summary: Sherlock is nice to Lestrade at their latest crime scene. Prompt: Swing
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Moffat, Gatiss & SACD.
A/N: This prompt came from oneword(dot)com, if you'd like to prompt me you can do so in a review or a PM.
The sun was shining so bright that John had to squint to see Sherlock inspecting the body that lay in the sand. Lestrade had called them in just after breakfast. It was a high-profile case, a son of a MP had been found murdered in the bunker of a very exclusive golf club.
"Well, at least the unoriginal cause of death should be obvious to everybody this time", Sherlock said in his usual snide crime scene voice with just the hint of a glance into Anderson's direction.
"Please tell me it's not a blunt force trauma to the back of his head" was John's dry reply. He didn't want to compromise the delicate ground of the crime scene by adding his own pair of footprints, so he had stayed on the edge of the bunker.
"Of course it is. Lestrade, you're looking for a left-handed man who is approximately six feet and three inches tall and has practiced his swing a lot. Also, if I was in your position I might want to consider talking to the victim's priest." He stood up, put his black leather gloves back on and strode past John and Greg. "You can let Anderson ruin the crime scene now. I have all the information I need."
John followed him with quick steps and an apologetic glance into Lestrade's direction. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to be nice once in a while."
Sherlock looked at him with a grin playing in the corner of his mouth, before he turned his head and called: "Lestrade, don't forget that the day after tomorrow is my brother's birthday. Our mother told me to remind you to take the afternoon off work."
The whole team at the crime scene looked at Lestrade with confusion. That the Detective Inspector's cheeks actually turned red – whether from embarrassment or anger nobody could tell – didn't help either.
Sherlock smirked, obviously very satisfied with himself. When he saw the frown on John's face he acted confused: "What? Isn't it considered being nice to politely remind somebody of their boyfriend's birthday?"