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But the rain didn't feel cold any more.
"Not having a good day, Lestrade?" Holes said calmly as I entered the room.
"Let me guess, the sound of me huffing gave it away?" I snapped. "That's not hard to deduce."
"Well, now that you inturupted my solitude, tell me why you are under the weather?"
"In more ways than one." I shook beads of water out of my hair. Raining cats and dogs outside. "Why can't some people get that I don't want to have a relationship?"
"Well, many reasons. Tea?" He offered. Those chairs in front of the fire were close. Too close. And where was Watson? Not home, evidently.
"Sure. Now could you explain this to me?" I sat crossed-legged in the chair. Yes, these chairs were set up to be extremely close.
"First of all, no ring. Second, you *are* a woman. It's in your makeup. Third, a brain. Fourth, well, first on any person meeting you for the first time," he looked down. " I can see how some men could find you . ah, . . attractive."
"Well, thank you, I guess." My cheeks felt warm. "But when I say no, they just don't get it."
"Rawls, isn't it?" Holmes asked slyly.
"Yes, explain, please."
"I simply had seen him looking at you in that sort of way. Bachelor or not, I am who I am."
"Well, I can't see romance helping in my career. I learned that quite early. What about you, you must have met someone you were head over heals for." This conversation seemed to have been steered in this direction.
"I never fell in love with any real person, just this girl I always saw in my dreams." Holmes was blushing and had begun to talk quietly. He must have expected an uncomforable moment coming soon.
"And? What did she look like?"
"Um, dark hair with a light streak. Blue eyes. Must I go on, Lestrade?"
I suddenly felt the whole heat of the fireplace on me, and looked down at my cup. How interesting tea dregs could be. "So you're saying that the girl in your dreams was . . me?"
"Yes." it came out from the back of his throat for some reason.
We sat for a quarter of an hour in silence, staring at the fire. Finally, he looked at my tea cup on the small table.
"Would you like another cup of marriage?" He blurted out loud.
I turned and looked at him. "What?"
Holmes' eyes grew wide. He stood up, grabbed my cup and hurried into the kitchen. For five minutes I sat brooding over what he had just said.
"It's now or never." I said under my breathe and walked into the kitchen.
"Listen, about before, L-" He started apologeticly.
"Yes." I was glad it came out better than I felt inside.
"Yes?" Holmes looked at me in disbelief.
I nodded. "I would love to, Sherlock." Using his first name drove the point across.
He looked down. "That wasn't supposed to happen that way. I had a speach ready, I suppose I forgot it. Quite strange, if you ask me."
"If it came from anyone but you, it would be. " I smiled at him. We had another pause in the conversation.
"When?" I asked as we walked into the other room.
"Whenever you want." He smiled. "This is new to both of us, Beth."
All this time we had been able to keep composure. Holmes kissed me. If it weren't for his arms around me, I probably would have ended up on the floor from my legs turning to jelly.
We stood like that for a while.
"Who would have ever thought?" I whispered to him.
"I don't know." He whispered back. "I thought you might like this. It's the ring."
"I don't even want it."
He looked at me flabbergasted. "WHy?"
"Because I love *you*, not the you that the public sees, or your money. If it means that much to you, I'll wear it."
He didn't take his eyes off me as he put it on my ring finger. "This has been in my family for many, many years. Every Holmes women who wore it had a long and healthy marriage. I'd be honored if you'd wear it."
I kissed Sherlock. "It's me who's honored."
He smiled at me. That was something he just didn't do that much. "I love you, Beth Lestrade."
"I love you, too, Sherlock Holmes."
With another quick kiss, I was on my way to work again.
But the rain didn't feel cold anymore.
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Who likes fluff? I do! I have to say this isn't my best, but good. Any flames will go to Raven Black's fireplace (don't ask!)
"She's glowing." An office member said matter-of-factly as I entered the office.
"I am *not* glowing!" I shot back at him. White was a jerk, but was it that obvious?
There wasn't much to do, just a few papers. My mind just kept wondering back to this afternoon. It was amazing how my entire future could change over a lunch break.
The beeping of my vidphone woke me from my reverie.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello." Sherlock was on the other side. "I need to talk to you."
"Sure, when?"
"Now would be good."
"Fine I'll see you the soonest I can. Bye." Finishing one last paper, I cupped my chin with my left hand. The feeling of the metal on my cheek reminded me of every wonderful thing that had happened between us. When they had happened, I guessed I had brushed aside any possible chance of anything happening between us. And now, here I was-
"Hello, Beth." I turned and grimaced as I saw Rawls sitting on my desk. "I was wondering if you," he pointed at me with attempted suave, "wanted to have dinner with me?"
"I'm sorry, I can't." I put on a look of fake remorse.
"What? You're going home to read those journals? Comeon, we'll have fun."
I glared at him. "There's not even the remote chance that I could."
Rawls looked me over, them his eyes settled at my chin. "And when did you get that? Even you should know that engagment rings or wedding rings go on that finger, not just any ring."
"It's were it's supposed to be."
"Well, congradulations!" That was said dripping with sarcasm. "Whose the lucky man?"
I smirked at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
With that, I left a gaping Rawls as I left the building.
But the rain didn't feel cold any more.
"Not having a good day, Lestrade?" Holes said calmly as I entered the room.
"Let me guess, the sound of me huffing gave it away?" I snapped. "That's not hard to deduce."
"Well, now that you inturupted my solitude, tell me why you are under the weather?"
"In more ways than one." I shook beads of water out of my hair. Raining cats and dogs outside. "Why can't some people get that I don't want to have a relationship?"
"Well, many reasons. Tea?" He offered. Those chairs in front of the fire were close. Too close. And where was Watson? Not home, evidently.
"Sure. Now could you explain this to me?" I sat crossed-legged in the chair. Yes, these chairs were set up to be extremely close.
"First of all, no ring. Second, you *are* a woman. It's in your makeup. Third, a brain. Fourth, well, first on any person meeting you for the first time," he looked down. " I can see how some men could find you . ah, . . attractive."
"Well, thank you, I guess." My cheeks felt warm. "But when I say no, they just don't get it."
"Rawls, isn't it?" Holmes asked slyly.
"Yes, explain, please."
"I simply had seen him looking at you in that sort of way. Bachelor or not, I am who I am."
"Well, I can't see romance helping in my career. I learned that quite early. What about you, you must have met someone you were head over heals for." This conversation seemed to have been steered in this direction.
"I never fell in love with any real person, just this girl I always saw in my dreams." Holmes was blushing and had begun to talk quietly. He must have expected an uncomforable moment coming soon.
"And? What did she look like?"
"Um, dark hair with a light streak. Blue eyes. Must I go on, Lestrade?"
I suddenly felt the whole heat of the fireplace on me, and looked down at my cup. How interesting tea dregs could be. "So you're saying that the girl in your dreams was . . me?"
"Yes." it came out from the back of his throat for some reason.
We sat for a quarter of an hour in silence, staring at the fire. Finally, he looked at my tea cup on the small table.
"Would you like another cup of marriage?" He blurted out loud.
I turned and looked at him. "What?"
Holmes' eyes grew wide. He stood up, grabbed my cup and hurried into the kitchen. For five minutes I sat brooding over what he had just said.
"It's now or never." I said under my breathe and walked into the kitchen.
"Listen, about before, L-" He started apologeticly.
"Yes." I was glad it came out better than I felt inside.
"Yes?" Holmes looked at me in disbelief.
I nodded. "I would love to, Sherlock." Using his first name drove the point across.
He looked down. "That wasn't supposed to happen that way. I had a speach ready, I suppose I forgot it. Quite strange, if you ask me."
"If it came from anyone but you, it would be. " I smiled at him. We had another pause in the conversation.
"When?" I asked as we walked into the other room.
"Whenever you want." He smiled. "This is new to both of us, Beth."
All this time we had been able to keep composure. Holmes kissed me. If it weren't for his arms around me, I probably would have ended up on the floor from my legs turning to jelly.
We stood like that for a while.
"Who would have ever thought?" I whispered to him.
"I don't know." He whispered back. "I thought you might like this. It's the ring."
"I don't even want it."
He looked at me flabbergasted. "WHy?"
"Because I love *you*, not the you that the public sees, or your money. If it means that much to you, I'll wear it."
He didn't take his eyes off me as he put it on my ring finger. "This has been in my family for many, many years. Every Holmes women who wore it had a long and healthy marriage. I'd be honored if you'd wear it."
I kissed Sherlock. "It's me who's honored."
He smiled at me. That was something he just didn't do that much. "I love you, Beth Lestrade."
"I love you, too, Sherlock Holmes."
With another quick kiss, I was on my way to work again.
But the rain didn't feel cold anymore.
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Who likes fluff? I do! I have to say this isn't my best, but good. Any flames will go to Raven Black's fireplace (don't ask!)
"She's glowing." An office member said matter-of-factly as I entered the office.
"I am *not* glowing!" I shot back at him. White was a jerk, but was it that obvious?
There wasn't much to do, just a few papers. My mind just kept wondering back to this afternoon. It was amazing how my entire future could change over a lunch break.
The beeping of my vidphone woke me from my reverie.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello." Sherlock was on the other side. "I need to talk to you."
"Sure, when?"
"Now would be good."
"Fine I'll see you the soonest I can. Bye." Finishing one last paper, I cupped my chin with my left hand. The feeling of the metal on my cheek reminded me of every wonderful thing that had happened between us. When they had happened, I guessed I had brushed aside any possible chance of anything happening between us. And now, here I was-
"Hello, Beth." I turned and grimaced as I saw Rawls sitting on my desk. "I was wondering if you," he pointed at me with attempted suave, "wanted to have dinner with me?"
"I'm sorry, I can't." I put on a look of fake remorse.
"What? You're going home to read those journals? Comeon, we'll have fun."
I glared at him. "There's not even the remote chance that I could."
Rawls looked me over, them his eyes settled at my chin. "And when did you get that? Even you should know that engagment rings or wedding rings go on that finger, not just any ring."
"It's were it's supposed to be."
"Well, congradulations!" That was said dripping with sarcasm. "Whose the lucky man?"
I smirked at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
With that, I left a gaping Rawls as I left the building.