criminallygoodhusband:

everyonesfavouritenightmare:

THIS ACCOUNT HAS NOT BEEN ABANDONED. Just been having a rough time irl. This, my Jim and my Lestrade should be active soon. I hope

this, from my other account

(Source: onlyconsultant)

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Ooc- sometimes I forget this account exists

misterjohnwatson:

…Lestrade?

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sociopathwithabite:

digeorgialestrade:

sociopathwithabite:

digeorgialestrade started following you

Interesting. 

What’s that supposed to mean?

You are a female of one of the men that I hate most.

sociopathwithabite:

digeorgialestrade started following you

Interesting. 

stellaholmesconsulting:

digeorgialestrade:

stellaholmesconsulting:

digeorgialestrade started following you

Ah, Lestrade! Hello there.

I’m afraid we’ve no new cases for you, Stella.

*she sighs* Seriously? Well.. alright then. 
Somebody needs to do something exciting though- and soon 

malhooper:

digeorgialestrade:

I know of her, yes. It’s a pleasure, Mal. Hooper? Don’t you work down at Bart’s?

Yup, that’s me. In the morgue. *He grins lopsidedly at her.* I’m sure Stella talks about you a lot. She usually compl-

…Uh, never mind.

ashadowofadetective:

digeorgialestrade:

ashadowofadetective:

digeorgialestrade:

ashadowofadetective:

digeorgialestrade:

ashadowofadetective:

When she looks back at him, he’s smiling as if he were a dashing prince.

“I do, you’ll just have to taste it.”

She furrowed her brow, eying him cautiously. “If you say so.” She shrugged lightly, offering him a half smile. It hardly mattered where they got coffee, she just wasn’t used to Sherlock being so… Friendly.

Sherlock unlocked his tiny flat to her, smiling at the tiny mewls he hears from the door. Priscilla the at eyes them, mostly the Detective Inspector. He picks her up and sets her on the couch, giving her a long stroke from the head to her tail before leaving her be.

“Sit wherever you like, Gilda.”

Her eyes followed the cat as she walked in behind him. “Not my name.” She repeated before shaking her head. Why did she even bother. He knew it was getting to her. She settled into a chair as she unbuttoned her coat.

The cat jumped in her lap, curling up before exposing her belly to be rubbed. There was a look in the cats eyes.

Rub my belly and love me or I claw your face.

She tilted her head slightly, looking down at the cat. She wasn’t really an animal person, but she pet the cat anyway. “I didn’t peg you for a cat person, Sherlock.” She mumbled, running her fingers along the cats stomach.

He poked his head out, following with a tray with coffee on a tray with cream and sugar. He set it on the table, smiling at the cat who play batted the woman’s fingers.

“Found her one night in a box all alone. She was the last left of her litter.”

(via ashadowofadetective-deactivated)

ashadowofadetective:

digeorgialestrade:

ashadowofadetective:

digeorgialestrade:

ashadowofadetective:

When she looks back at him, he’s smiling as if he were a dashing prince.

“I do, you’ll just have to taste it.”

She furrowed her brow, eying him cautiously. “If you say so.” She shrugged lightly, offering him a half smile. It hardly mattered where they got coffee, she just wasn’t used to Sherlock being so… Friendly.

Sherlock unlocked his tiny flat to her, smiling at the tiny mewls he hears from the door. Priscilla the at eyes them, mostly the Detective Inspector. He picks her up and sets her on the couch, giving her a long stroke from the head to her tail before leaving her be.

“Sit wherever you like, Gilda.”

Her eyes followed the cat as she walked in behind him. “Not my name.” She repeated before shaking her head. Why did she even bother. He knew it was getting to her. She settled into a chair as she unbuttoned her coat.

The cat jumped in her lap, curling up before exposing her belly to be rubbed. There was a look in the cats eyes.

Rub my belly and love me or I claw your face.

(via ashadowofadetective-deactivated)