DI Lestrade - catcher of murderers, personal chef and general dogsbody to Sherlock, husband to Dr John Watson, fashion icon to Mycroft. Coffee addict.
25 April 2011
Calling...
Doctor John Hamish 'Danger' Watson.
22 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Ooh, all his middle names. Is he in trouble? But wait, not with those tags. If you're having weather half like mine today and getting Danger out on the back of your bike then you're having a great afternoon.
The weather is stunning. Or it's making the bit of mud I'm currently knee-deep in smell stunningly bad, anyway. Not to mention the decomposed leg I'm standing near. That's rivalling Sherlock's efforts of yesterday for smell-power.
So sadly no to the great afternoon.
Come to think of it, if Sherlock's mood hasn't improved, John's probably having a worse afternoon than I am.
No, I've just got some news. Which I'll announce to him, if he ever breaks free from the boys and checks his computer.
Bad moods are good for something... For making me stop dicking about, worrying about Bryan and finances and everything else, and just ordering the bloody thing. Like we all knew I was going to anyway.
Next on the list - we need to get you lots of kit. And me some kit. And the boys some kit.
And if at some point Mycroft could hack into my bank and clear my credit cards, that would be just perfect (I'm joking, Mycroft. Don't.)
Sherlock's fine, you know how his moods are. I know you feel bad about not being able to get out early today, but you know he only hates your job when it interferes with something he wants to do. He's quite excited about the bike now.
Good. And I might still get out in reasonable time. Sal's gone to have words with my suspect, possibly to arrest him, with one of the teams. I hope they arrest him for breaking bail. He got in touch with the rest of the family - makes me feel sick.
And apart from having to go home for clothes, because I'm now fairly well covered in mud and sludge from being down here under an old boat workshop, (in borrowed waders. Very attractive.) as long as we get this leg out and off to the lab, there's not actually loads I can do. So may get to you before 8, possibly.
God, what a bastard. He ought to be in prison. Or somewhere worse.
Glad you might get home early though. What do you want for dinner?
(Oh, and Sherlock says to tell you that Mycroft should really fix your credit cards because: "I don't see why rich people should get all the money. That's not fair.")
I would prefer it if he were, but it's bloody hard to lay a charge the CPS will swallow when he isn't the one who actually committed the act, until I've got a really strong body of evidence. Which I'm getting. Would be getting right now, if I wasn't here. But the team are on it, and if Sal brings him in we might even be able to charge him today or tomorrow. Get him off the streets for good.
Right now, with this smell, my mind is a long way from eating of any sort. I'm happy with anything. Up to you lot.
He's right, it isn't fair. But he's the five year old who had a credit card. Or was it only Mycroft who had one? All I can remember is the look on your face, not what actually happened!
Sorry, body part needed moving, owing to rising tide.
Maybe I should have borrowed Mycroft's to put the bike on then. And hope Sherlock never decides he doesn't like me, for fear of ending up with a debt the size of a small developing nation.
22 comments:
Ooh, all his middle names. Is he in trouble? But wait, not with those tags. If you're having weather half like mine today and getting Danger out on the back of your bike then you're having a great afternoon.
The weather is stunning. Or it's making the bit of mud I'm currently knee-deep in smell stunningly bad, anyway. Not to mention the decomposed leg I'm standing near. That's rivalling Sherlock's efforts of yesterday for smell-power.
So sadly no to the great afternoon.
Come to think of it, if Sherlock's mood hasn't improved, John's probably having a worse afternoon than I am.
No, I've just got some news. Which I'll announce to him, if he ever breaks free from the boys and checks his computer.
What, yes, hello?
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Accessories:
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Gel Seat
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Rad Cowl (Colour Matched)
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(Yes, I have removed the price. Sadly it wasn't really zero.)
That's only a month away! I'm so pleased for you and possibly almost as excited as you are about it! That's marvelous.
Bad moods are good for something... For making me stop dicking about, worrying about Bryan and finances and everything else, and just ordering the bloody thing. Like we all knew I was going to anyway.
Next on the list - we need to get you lots of kit. And me some kit. And the boys some kit.
And if at some point Mycroft could hack into my bank and clear my credit cards, that would be just perfect (I'm joking, Mycroft. Don't.)
Is Sherlock still being a monster?
Ooh it's so exciting! I'm so pleased for you guys. Sounds like you'll be having a lot of fun
Hurray! Congrats, Lestrade. I feel like I should get you a card or something.
here we go
http://some.ly/aMD9sP
Lestrade/John/Bike OT3?
Trills - You bet!
Lindsay - Thank you.
Anon - And once again, people are commenting in code. Translation?
Sherlock's fine, you know how his moods are. I know you feel bad about not being able to get out early today, but you know he only hates your job when it interferes with something he wants to do. He's quite excited about the bike now.
Good. And I might still get out in reasonable time. Sal's gone to have words with my suspect, possibly to arrest him, with one of the teams. I hope they arrest him for breaking bail. He got in touch with the rest of the family - makes me feel sick.
And apart from having to go home for clothes, because I'm now fairly well covered in mud and sludge from being down here under an old boat workshop, (in borrowed waders. Very attractive.) as long as we get this leg out and off to the lab, there's not actually loads I can do. So may get to you before 8, possibly.
Yay, congrats. Sometimes it's the best solution to make yourself a present. Sounds great.
God, what a bastard. He ought to be in prison. Or somewhere worse.
Glad you might get home early though. What do you want for dinner?
(Oh, and Sherlock says to tell you that Mycroft should really fix your credit cards because: "I don't see why rich people should get all the money. That's not fair.")
You should read Karl Marx to him, John. ;)
I might. He'd probably like the concept, right up until someone tried to apply it to him.
\o/
Glad to see your morning did improve :-)
OT3 - the anon was implying that you, John and the bike would make the perfect threesome...
And, FWIW, I agree with Sherlock.
I would prefer it if he were, but it's bloody hard to lay a charge the CPS will swallow when he isn't the one who actually committed the act, until I've got a really strong body of evidence. Which I'm getting. Would be getting right now, if I wasn't here. But the team are on it, and if Sal brings him in we might even be able to charge him today or tomorrow. Get him off the streets for good.
Right now, with this smell, my mind is a long way from eating of any sort. I'm happy with anything. Up to you lot.
He's right, it isn't fair. But he's the five year old who had a credit card. Or was it only Mycroft who had one? All I can remember is the look on your face, not what actually happened!
LOL, thanks Anon Without A Name, I was wondering how to approach explaining that joke.
Nameless Anon - Ah. I see. I think. No, I don't really. The love I have for the bike is platonic, I assure you.
They both did, Mycroft's just had a higher credit limit. I think what he really means is that everyone he likes should have money.
Sorry, body part needed moving, owing to rising tide.
Maybe I should have borrowed Mycroft's to put the bike on then. And hope Sherlock never decides he doesn't like me, for fear of ending up with a debt the size of a small developing nation.
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