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A Teensy Misunderstanding by Gloria Lancaster (PG)
Fandom: SHERLOCK
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade
Length: 6,500ish
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gloria1
Author Website: I am currently unaware of where (or if) this author has other fic. If you know, drop me a line and I'll update this.
Why this must be read:
Mycroft arranges to meet with Lestrade due to a personal matter, and Lestrade mistakes his advances. I adore this story because the author writes both Mycroft and Lestrade so well. She really gets into Lestrade's head -- you can totally picture exactly what Mycroft is doing right down to his tone of voice by Lestrade's description of him. This is a delightful read and a good example of this particular pairing. Ahh, you just have to love a pairing where the characters have never actually met in the canon! ^_^
EXCERPT:
He first saw the bloke getting into a lift at the Yard, it was early (or late, depending on how you looked at it) and the bloke was right behind him as he punched “G” on the panel. Idle, Lestrade considered him. A right Rupert, from the look: toffee nosed officer class chin less wonder, handmade shoes, tailored suit (waistcoat for God’s sake), Persil-white shirt, tightly furled umbrella. MoD perhaps? F&CO, probably. Lestrade stopped thinking about it, whatever a Rupert from the F&CO was doing at the Yard at – he checked his watch – 4.30am on a Sunday morning - it was nothing to do with him.
They got out of the lift at the ground floor, Lestrade signing out and exchanged a word or two with the duty officer. The Rupert, naturally, just breezed right through the barrier. A dark gleaming car waited for him, driver opening the door and touching his cap. Lestrade stopped a growl: does the Taxpayers’ Alliance know about this? He’d thought all those government cars were for the chop, part of the New Austerity? The Rupert caught his eye effortlessly and gave a delicate smile: “Sleep tight, Inspector Lestrade,” and got into the car, the door shut behind him tenderly, before the car whispered away onto Victoria Street and turned right. F&CO, definitely.
Then he stopped short. How did the Rupert know he was Inspector Lestrade?
A Teensy Misunderstanding
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade
Length: 6,500ish
Author on LJ:
gloria1Author Website: I am currently unaware of where (or if) this author has other fic. If you know, drop me a line and I'll update this.
Why this must be read:
Mycroft arranges to meet with Lestrade due to a personal matter, and Lestrade mistakes his advances. I adore this story because the author writes both Mycroft and Lestrade so well. She really gets into Lestrade's head -- you can totally picture exactly what Mycroft is doing right down to his tone of voice by Lestrade's description of him. This is a delightful read and a good example of this particular pairing. Ahh, you just have to love a pairing where the characters have never actually met in the canon! ^_^
EXCERPT:
He first saw the bloke getting into a lift at the Yard, it was early (or late, depending on how you looked at it) and the bloke was right behind him as he punched “G” on the panel. Idle, Lestrade considered him. A right Rupert, from the look: toffee nosed officer class chin less wonder, handmade shoes, tailored suit (waistcoat for God’s sake), Persil-white shirt, tightly furled umbrella. MoD perhaps? F&CO, probably. Lestrade stopped thinking about it, whatever a Rupert from the F&CO was doing at the Yard at – he checked his watch – 4.30am on a Sunday morning - it was nothing to do with him.
They got out of the lift at the ground floor, Lestrade signing out and exchanged a word or two with the duty officer. The Rupert, naturally, just breezed right through the barrier. A dark gleaming car waited for him, driver opening the door and touching his cap. Lestrade stopped a growl: does the Taxpayers’ Alliance know about this? He’d thought all those government cars were for the chop, part of the New Austerity? The Rupert caught his eye effortlessly and gave a delicate smile: “Sleep tight, Inspector Lestrade,” and got into the car, the door shut behind him tenderly, before the car whispered away onto Victoria Street and turned right. F&CO, definitely.
Then he stopped short. How did the Rupert know he was Inspector Lestrade?
A Teensy Misunderstanding