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24 year-old Uni Student from Bonn, Germany
[UTC+1/CET]
(High) Casual - Advanced
been RPing for about 10 years now
Always open for new ideas :)
[UTC+1/CET]
(High) Casual - Advanced
been RPing for about 10 years now
Always open for new ideas :)
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10 yrs ago
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Ahahaha xD Was he that bored? ^.^
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Once SHerlock was in bed and fast asleep, Greg watched over him for a few more minutes, then headed back into the living room. He let himself flop down onto the couch and leaned back, scrubbinghis hands over his face as he sighed. He was exhausted. And he definetly hadn't expected his day to go the way it had. Though that selodmly was the case once you invloved Sherlock in anything.
He wasn't quite sure what kind of point Moriarty had wanted to make with what he had done. And he had been gone far too soon at the mere thread of reinforcements as well. Lestrade was still fascinated neither of th etwo considerably smarter man had actually noticed his bluff, to be honest. He had not even expected it to work as he had said the words.
He sighed and got up again. Luckily it had worked and Sherlock was safe and sound, though roughed up. His phone rang. He had completely forgotten about the case he had. He sighed and picked up, grabbing his coat as he listened to Donovan, bitching a little about the fact that he had vanished like that, and headed down the stairs, hanging up before he knocked on Mrs.Hudsons door. He explained to her that he'd have to go for a bit nd asked her to watch over Sherlock and call him should anything happen.
He then headed out, not getting back to the crime scene, but driving back to Scotland yard. He got an earful by Donovan, who only raised an eyebrow at him when he tried to remind her he was her boss, and it only got worse when he refused to tell what it had been that had kept him for so long. He just grabbed the fiiles they had anaged to assemble and turned back around."I will get going again and I don't think I will be back today. Call me if something comes up. And no Donovan..!" he interrupted the woman who had already guessed where he was heading and was about to protest. "There is no option about letting Sherlock in on the case." Especially not since it seemed that there was a link to Moriarty in all this.
Without another word, he left and drove back to Bakers Street, parking right in front of the house. He grabbed the files and went inside, Mrs.Hudson assuring him Sherlock had slept like a baby. He could almost picture her glancing into Sherlock room every few minutes. Smiling he thanked her and head upstairs, where ot seemed she had cleaned up some. He put the files on the desk and left his coat on the back of a chair, tip-toeing into Sherlocks room to assure himself the man was alright.
The next few hours he spent working his way through the files he'd brought. Until he heard he heard his name called, with a still sleep-laden voice. He got up and headed over to Sherlocks room. "I'm here." he answered. "Did you sleep well? Can I get you anything?" Now he really had a deja vu of the time he had looked after the other man when he'd been sick.
He wasn't quite sure what kind of point Moriarty had wanted to make with what he had done. And he had been gone far too soon at the mere thread of reinforcements as well. Lestrade was still fascinated neither of th etwo considerably smarter man had actually noticed his bluff, to be honest. He had not even expected it to work as he had said the words.
He sighed and got up again. Luckily it had worked and Sherlock was safe and sound, though roughed up. His phone rang. He had completely forgotten about the case he had. He sighed and picked up, grabbing his coat as he listened to Donovan, bitching a little about the fact that he had vanished like that, and headed down the stairs, hanging up before he knocked on Mrs.Hudsons door. He explained to her that he'd have to go for a bit nd asked her to watch over Sherlock and call him should anything happen.
He then headed out, not getting back to the crime scene, but driving back to Scotland yard. He got an earful by Donovan, who only raised an eyebrow at him when he tried to remind her he was her boss, and it only got worse when he refused to tell what it had been that had kept him for so long. He just grabbed the fiiles they had anaged to assemble and turned back around."I will get going again and I don't think I will be back today. Call me if something comes up. And no Donovan..!" he interrupted the woman who had already guessed where he was heading and was about to protest. "There is no option about letting Sherlock in on the case." Especially not since it seemed that there was a link to Moriarty in all this.
Without another word, he left and drove back to Bakers Street, parking right in front of the house. He grabbed the files and went inside, Mrs.Hudson assuring him Sherlock had slept like a baby. He could almost picture her glancing into Sherlock room every few minutes. Smiling he thanked her and head upstairs, where ot seemed she had cleaned up some. He put the files on the desk and left his coat on the back of a chair, tip-toeing into Sherlocks room to assure himself the man was alright.
The next few hours he spent working his way through the files he'd brought. Until he heard he heard his name called, with a still sleep-laden voice. He got up and headed over to Sherlocks room. "I'm here." he answered. "Did you sleep well? Can I get you anything?" Now he really had a deja vu of the time he had looked after the other man when he'd been sick.
I would really like that!
It seems so :(
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10 yrs ago
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When Greg came back into the living room, he was happy to see Sherlock having some biscuits to eat. He had actually expected him to refuse to eat anything, it had been quite the fight to get him to back when he had the flu. Maybe the man was too tired to protest. He certainly seemed too tired to even sit upright or hold the cup in his hands. Lestrade stepped closer and sat down next to him, sipping his own tea with an eye on Sherlock to make sure he would be able to react soon enough, should the man pass out or something. He was worryingly pale after all.
Once Sherlock was finished with his tea and seemed to be eating no more, Greg got up, putting his cup away and relieving Sherlock of his, putting them on a table nearby. With the usual chaos present int the apartment, he didn't feel like he had to put it back in the kitchen right away. Or be tidy in any way either. Which was a strange feeling, because at his own apartment he was rather the tidy sort, if only because his ex-wife had drilled it into him.
His eyes fell on Sherlock. "Let's get you to bed, alright?" he asked already reaching out to help the other man up. "You have to help me out a little here, I don't quite think I can carry you on my own." he added. Not that he'd tried. But while Sherlock was thin, he was rather tall and Lestrade wasn't all that young anymore.
Once Sherlock was finished with his tea and seemed to be eating no more, Greg got up, putting his cup away and relieving Sherlock of his, putting them on a table nearby. With the usual chaos present int the apartment, he didn't feel like he had to put it back in the kitchen right away. Or be tidy in any way either. Which was a strange feeling, because at his own apartment he was rather the tidy sort, if only because his ex-wife had drilled it into him.
His eyes fell on Sherlock. "Let's get you to bed, alright?" he asked already reaching out to help the other man up. "You have to help me out a little here, I don't quite think I can carry you on my own." he added. Not that he'd tried. But while Sherlock was thin, he was rather tall and Lestrade wasn't all that young anymore.
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Greg made sure to carefully set him down on the couch. Mrs.Hudson had opened the door for them and was now busy bustling about, making teat, as Sherlock had expressed his wish for that, probably without realizing Mrs.Hudson was there, and went down to her own apartment, to get some biscuits to go with it. Lestrade was relieved she had thought of something to eat as well, because he was pretty sure Sherlock wouldn't actually eat anything bigger than those. After all it was still the sutbborn Sherlock, even if he had lost blodd and actually needed to eat something to replenish it. The funny thing, or at least most strange, was that Greg was really sure that Sherlock knew all that. About his wounds taking longer to heal if he wasn't careful and about needing some kind of nutrition to heal properly as well.
Lestrade thanked Mrs.Hudson, made sure to keep her from calling John, who would undoubtedly come back to take care of Sherlock and assured her that he would watch over him. He suddenly had a bit of a deja vu, from when he had said almost the same words back when Sherlock had the flu and he had practically carried him back to his apartment and tried his best to get him to rest.
He poured some tea and went to hand it to Sherlock, taking a plate of biscuits along with him. "There you go." he said and sat down next to him, worried at how Sherlocks eyes seemed to fall close every other second. "You need to at least eat some of these." he added, lifting the plate he ws holding to show him. "And then I can get you to bed." Was it just him or that last bit sounded a bit strange? No, just him. Surely. He cleared his throaht and set the plate down, getting up tp get himself a cup of tea as well, abandoning his coat on the way.
Lestrade thanked Mrs.Hudson, made sure to keep her from calling John, who would undoubtedly come back to take care of Sherlock and assured her that he would watch over him. He suddenly had a bit of a deja vu, from when he had said almost the same words back when Sherlock had the flu and he had practically carried him back to his apartment and tried his best to get him to rest.
He poured some tea and went to hand it to Sherlock, taking a plate of biscuits along with him. "There you go." he said and sat down next to him, worried at how Sherlocks eyes seemed to fall close every other second. "You need to at least eat some of these." he added, lifting the plate he ws holding to show him. "And then I can get you to bed." Was it just him or that last bit sounded a bit strange? No, just him. Surely. He cleared his throaht and set the plate down, getting up tp get himself a cup of tea as well, abandoning his coat on the way.
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Greg helped him into the wheelchair and put on his jacket and they set off. "Noone knows anything about all of this, by the way. I didn't tell anyone where I was going." he admitted, though he had actually thought Sherlock must have realized that the thread about reinforcements had been a total bluff. Or maybe the roughed up, bleeding and tired Sherlock had not picked up on that bit. Because Greg really never had thought himself to be that good a liar.
Surprising was though, that Sherlock had admitted to being aware of how he was treating people and that he knew how people reacted to it. Except for being horribly annoyed most of the time, Lestrade had never actually minded it that much. For him, that was just how Sherlock was. And as far as he knew, Sherlock seldomly treated anyone the way he did because he wanted to hurt them, with a few exceptions of course, of whom at least two where on Gregs team.
They headed out of the hospital, not being questioned by anyone, which was probably a little worrying in concern of the security of the hospital. But even if anyone had tried to stop them, you could get away with almost anything if you had a police badge. They left the wheelchair by the entrance and he helped Sherlock up, carefully putting the uninjured arm around his neck and holding on to his waist. "Tell me if the position hurts. I parked right over there." he said, nodding toward his car a few meters away.
The drive to Baker Street passed mostly in silence. Greg couldn't come up with any goof topic, especially since he had noticed back in the hospital already, that Sherlock was actually still very tired.
Surprising was though, that Sherlock had admitted to being aware of how he was treating people and that he knew how people reacted to it. Except for being horribly annoyed most of the time, Lestrade had never actually minded it that much. For him, that was just how Sherlock was. And as far as he knew, Sherlock seldomly treated anyone the way he did because he wanted to hurt them, with a few exceptions of course, of whom at least two where on Gregs team.
They headed out of the hospital, not being questioned by anyone, which was probably a little worrying in concern of the security of the hospital. But even if anyone had tried to stop them, you could get away with almost anything if you had a police badge. They left the wheelchair by the entrance and he helped Sherlock up, carefully putting the uninjured arm around his neck and holding on to his waist. "Tell me if the position hurts. I parked right over there." he said, nodding toward his car a few meters away.
The drive to Baker Street passed mostly in silence. Greg couldn't come up with any goof topic, especially since he had noticed back in the hospital already, that Sherlock was actually still very tired.
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sorry, for taking so long, had some breakfast with my family :)
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Oh, I hope the cat will get better soon!
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Greg wasn't sure what to answer to Sherlocks first question. He didn't know himself, to tell the truth, why he was helping him lke this. He hadn't thought about ti for a second, for him it felt like the thing to do. Especially without John around to keep an eye on the detective. And with his injuries someone had to make sure and help him with whatever he was stubbornly doing, so that they wouldn't get worse. He didn't say any of that though, instead, he just shrugged his shoulders. "Why should I not?" he instead asked in return.
He watched, a little worried as Sherlock held his head. He wasn't sure whether the doctors were still watching over him for any signs of a concussion. But once awake, there was nothing he could do about Sherlock leaving the hospital, one way or another. And he would like that to be with his help rather than without.
He laughed when Sherlock mentioned that time, when he'd had the flu. He could laugh about it now, at least. Back then he had just been so annoyed, he'd almost been furious with the other man. He really didn't know how John ever put up with that attitude of his. "I remember." he answered him, shaking his head to himself. He really hoped this would be different. "You will have to though. Or your injuries will take longer to heal and you won't be able to do you work properly until then." he hoped, that this thread was enough to let Sherlock see reason.
"Okay, so let's get you out of here." Greg said and wandered outside, snatching he first wheelchair he could find and bringing it back into Sherlocks room. Before the other man could protest, he said sternly: "That's the only way out and you are very well aware of it."
He watched, a little worried as Sherlock held his head. He wasn't sure whether the doctors were still watching over him for any signs of a concussion. But once awake, there was nothing he could do about Sherlock leaving the hospital, one way or another. And he would like that to be with his help rather than without.
He laughed when Sherlock mentioned that time, when he'd had the flu. He could laugh about it now, at least. Back then he had just been so annoyed, he'd almost been furious with the other man. He really didn't know how John ever put up with that attitude of his. "I remember." he answered him, shaking his head to himself. He really hoped this would be different. "You will have to though. Or your injuries will take longer to heal and you won't be able to do you work properly until then." he hoped, that this thread was enough to let Sherlock see reason.
"Okay, so let's get you out of here." Greg said and wandered outside, snatching he first wheelchair he could find and bringing it back into Sherlocks room. Before the other man could protest, he said sternly: "That's the only way out and you are very well aware of it."
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