So i really shouldn't be uploading another chapter so fast, this can only end in a stressed writer and disappointed readers but i got so many reviews and so many follows for such a short bit of writing that i couldn't resist. Thankyou so much guys.
Oh and thank's to those of you much more knowledgeable than I it'll be RAMC from here on out. Thankyou for answering, i knew it should have been capitalized :)
Gaining eye contact, the inspector questioned the man "who is he?"
At this Sherlock grinned, causing the inspector to blink in surprise. "Captain John Watson-Holmes is my husband. He is currently on his third tour of Afghanistan, attached to the 5th Northumberland Fusiliers as a combat surgeon of the RAMC."
Lestrade stared agape at the man "Husband? You're married?" He blurted.
Seemingly amused at his reaction, Sherlock smirked as he spoke dryly "Technically I'm in a civil partnership."
"Right," Lestrade said blankly. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Sherlock looked down at his lap, in what Lestrade guessed to be embarrassment. "I enjoy the work, before I met John it was everything. Now when I take a case without him, it's surprisingly empty. Whenever I think of him when I am working, I am just reminded of the fact that he is not here, and that is not conductive to brain work."
"He really means a lot, huh." Lestrade stated in awe at this new side of his consultant.
"Of course, I did marry him after all." Sherlock spoke without missing a beat.
Blinking rapidly still trying to get used to that revelation Lestrade lent back into the sofa. "So," he said "You going to tell me about him or what? What's he like?"
Glancing up at the di uncertainly, Sherlock tentatively let a soft smile overtake his features before leaning back like Lestrade. "He's one of the most boring and mundane people I have ever met, and yet he's the most extra-ordinary person I know. He never acts as I think he will; unless I need him to be dependable then I'll know exactly where he is." Scowling slightly he continued. "He has in the past recklessly risked his life for mine, and countless others, although I constantly tell him not too. In return he feels the need to spend an inordinate amount of time lecturing me on my eating and sleeping habits."
Lestrade chuckled at that "More the power to him, god knows you could do with a proper meal once in a while." Watching his consultant, he couldn't help but smile in response to the soft smile still adorning the other man's face. The di hoped he would continue, liking this side of the normally aloof man.
"He-" Sherlock broke off as his mobile began to ring. Rolling his eyes he reached for the phone obviously believing it to be unimportant. However upon seeing the caller id he hurriedly accepted the call, nearly hitting his face in his eagerness to get the phone to his ear.
"John" He immediately stated, listening to the voice at the other end of the phone. Lestrade smiled at the relief and happiness in his consultant's voice, he moved to leaver himself from the sofa figuring he should give the man some privacy.
Seeing his actions Sherlock halted him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "John hold on a second." He said into the phone, before he moved it in front of his pressing a button on its screen. "John you're on speakerphone, there's someone here you should meet. Detective Inspector Lestrade, Captain John Watson-Holmes, John, Lestrade." He introduced them.
Turning to his consultant in surprise Lestrade nearly missed it as a fuzzy voice came through the phone. "Detective inspector Lestrade," it greeted calmly. "I've wanted to meet you ever since Sherlock declared you acceptable in one of his letters to me. Given the fact Sherlock's introducing us; I can only imagine you know how surprised that made me."
Chuckling Lestrade turned to the phone. "I must admit I never even knew you existed until about thirty minutes ago. The smile on Sherlock's face has got me curious though." He admitted "Oh, and thank you Captain."
"You can call me John," the voice assured quickly. "Um, what are you thanking me for Detective inspector?"
"Greg," Lestrade corrected and in lieu of an answer he turned to Sherlock. "Acceptable," he said gleefully. "Where are your bumbling idiot comments now, huh?" he said with a laugh, vaguely noticing as a giggle joined his over the phone.
"John!" The detective chided as his face formed a pout. "Why would you tell him that? His ego is going to be insurmountable."
At this John only began to laugh harder "his ego? Pot meet kettle Sherlock. That seems very unlikely to me anyway, seeing as he manages to tolerate you on a day to day basis, love." The man chuckled again "don't forget I was there when you tried to work with Professor Clevton."
Quirking his lips at some remembered event, Sherlock inclined his head unconsciously. "Ok, fine Lestrade's ego is at an acceptable size," he admitted. "That's why we are not allowed to inflate it any further John!"
"Oh, of course my mistake," John said sarcastically.
"John, why are you calling?" Sherlock asked worriedly after the laughter had died down. "Your next call slot is not scheduled until next week. Has something happened?" he asked obviously concerned.
"Nothing," John was quick to reassure. "I was just relaxing on base when some suits walked up with a phone, and told me that Mr Holmes insists I make a call. I'm going to go out on a limb and say Mycroft is involved somehow. Speaking of, are you alright? I assume something must have happened for him to do this."
Glancing up at Lestrade Sherlock cocked his head consideringly, before unconsciously nodding. "There was a blithering idiot who said some things. Lestrade helped, I'm fine." Sherlock replied, missing Lestrade's look of surprise even as it morphed into a pleased expression.
"If you're sure, the men are coming back, I think someone has decided this conversation is over. I'll call next week as planned, ok? It was a pleasure to meet-" The man paused "Er, speak to you Inspector Lestrade."
"Same, Captain Watson," Lestrade responded.
"Goodbye for now then, I love you Sherlock." The man spoke softly.
"And I you John," Sherlock replied solemnly.
"You posh git," John muttered affectionately before hanging up.
"So that was John," Lestrade broke the silence that followed.
Sherlock rolled his eyes at the di, "obviously."