The second chapter is finally up! It's been raining lately here so I just had to put Dimmock and Lestrade in a rainy place,also!^_^ Please review and tell me what you think:)
Rain is wet, and it is unnecessary. It makes you feel like hiding away in your house forever on end, and it covers up the evidence on a crime investigation very well. In short, it's a pain in the arse for the Yarders when they have to work a case in it.
"Why does it have to rain now?"
"It's London, Donovan," Dimmock mumbled, sidling up next to the body on the pavement. It was of a young woman, one who had mysteriously fell off one of London's abandoned buildings not too long ago. How and why she got up there was still a mystery the detectives were figuring out. "It's likely to not stop until next week at the pace it's going."
Donovan gave an exasperated sigh. "This bloody weather ruins my hair, it does. And where's your jacket, Iain! You'll catch a cold out here, and more likely I'll catch death from Lestrade if he sees you and knows I didn't berate you about it."
"I'm fine, really Sally. "Dimmock rolled his eyes, still checking the slightly warm body for any sign of clues. He wasn't as good as Sherlock in that department, but he did have at least a tiny inkling when it came to finding a murderer. And even though it took him hours to solve a case that Sherlock could solve in a minute, he didn't mind, so long as he did his duty for London's people.
After about an hour of checking the body (and finding not one useful thing) Dimmock choked back his pride, and whipped out his cellphone. The phone threatened to slip out of his hand as he texted Sherlock a message. The rain had begun to pick up slightly over the course of the hour, blowing hard drizzles everywhere to make it impossible to see fifty feet in front of you.
Need you to come over to Buck's Row, now.-Dimmock
Not really one to enjoy a good dead body, Dimmock strode to the edge of the empty lot. He sat back on the balls of his heels, rubbing the rain out of his tired eyes. It was a long day, and going to be longer when the freak showed up. He could have mustered the battle with Lestrade by his side, could always when he had his other half next to him. But the older man had been called away for some big meeting that morning, leaving Dimmock with a kiss and a promise that he'd be back before the younger man even blinked.
Though it was only a metaphor, he couldn't help but count every eye blink, and though it was childish, he couldn't stop the feelings of separation from entering his stomach every time he saw a taxi drive by.
"Has any one ever told you that you look marvelous under the rain? But seriously, you'll catch a cold without your jacket!"
Dimmock opened his eyes, ready to shoot off a no doubt angry retort, when he saw who had spoken to him. Dimmock stared, dumfounded. He wished he could say something more witty, and insightful, but settled for a-
"Er, you're here?"
It came out all fast and breathy, and he kicked himself for not sounding more composed. Though, Lestrade didn't seem to mind as he smiled. He was towering over the younger man, in a long black jacket that fitted him just right. It made him feel slightly childish in his white dress up shirt and muddy dress up shoes.
"Yeah, the meeting got cut short. And then Sherlock texted me, saying something about you being a pest and to stop texting him about some boring suicide case. "
Dimmock scratched his nose. "Sorry about that. The guy has to learn to stop being such an arrogant sod all the time. He doesn't even have the decency to text back!"
"Well, that's Sherlock for- ah"
Unable to sit back while Lestrade teased him with the black overcoat and expensive after shave, Dimmock lunged for Greg, who stumbled a couple feet backwards but returned the kiss with as much force.
"Iain, we're in the middle of a case. We'd be in a lot of- ah- trouble if someone were to see us."
"The fog, works wonders when you actually need it."
"Yeah, but's it's very easy to walk right through it, you kno-ow" The last of the sentence was slightly hitched as Dimmock began to trail kisses down Lestrade's neck. There was to be no signs of romance when you were working a case, but that didn't stop Dimmock and Lestrade. But they hadn't seen each other romantically for at least a week, so a few nibbles here and there wouldn't hurt anyone.
When he had left no area unmissed, Dimmock rested his head on Lestrade's shoulder, letting the older man run hands through his hair.
"They can't complain now. Holding isn't against the rules."
Lestrade chuckled.
"You're probably the only that has read the manual completely."
"Hey, I had to make sure there wasn't anything on firing people who took excessive naps."
The two stayed in the embrace of the fog for a while, laughing and enjoying each other's company. After a while the fog began to clear, and the rain picked up finally separating the two as people began to leave the crime scene.