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| Greg Lestrade
| Experienced and selective Rper
| Literate and descriptive
| Ship with chemistry (preference for men)
| Multi-verse
| Dark and mature themes likely
| #SherlockRP
[ @OfCakesUmbrella ]
Text to: Mycroft Holmes
- Hi, Mycroft. Have you heard from Sherlock recently? Heβs not been answering my texts and I have a semi decent case for him. GL
[ Starter for @TheBritishGov ]
Greg really just wanted to get home. Heβd been working since 8 that morning, and it was nearing the twelve hour mark, where heβd been up to his bloody neck in paperwork all day. Sometimes the job wasnβt all that glamorous. β
β a bit wary of. But Anthea led him inside, taking him through winding hallways, to an office.
Mycroft Holmesβ office.
βWell,β He said, as Anthea left the two of them alone in the room. βMust be a special occasion, bringing me here. Iβll still be able to feel my toes by β
[ Starter for @NefariousCrown ]
Heβs being followed. You donβt get this high up in Scotland Yard without having bloody good instincts, and Greg could tell when someone was tailing him. It was dark, pretty late at night as he walked back from the pub to his place. β
β He veered off route though, not wanting whoever it was to know where he lived. He could hear footsteps, expensive shoes against the pavement, as he grew more and more frustrated. He stopped to light a cigarette, hearing the footsteps stop too. β
[ Starter for @HighSociopath ]
Now he was single, Greg spent most of his evenings in the pub. His wife had taken the girls, which was fine, he got to see them every other weekend. She kept the house too, it all just made sense for him to move out. Even though he had β
β done nothing wrong, he refused to upset the home life for the kids. Now he had a flat closer to work, and right near a nice pub. It always showed the football, and the barman was nice to chat to. It was somewhere to relax, and fuel his building alcohol dependency. β
[ Starter for @hcllisempty ]
Greg thanked god every day that he didnβt have to do regular police work anymore. The patrols of the streets of London were boring, and you had to arrest a lot of ruffians. But after working the streets for years before making Detective β
β your instincts were never something you could just give up. It was quite late at night, Lestrade was walking home from work since his bloody car was at the garage. Walking was better than the tube, especially in summer. As he headed round a corner, he spotted β
[ Starter for @IDoNotCount ]
Greg didnβt see Molly all that often. She worked closely with Sherlock, he sometimes saw her on cases, but he knew she was very good at what she did. Which is why he came to her when he had a problem with a case that he wanted to keep β
β quiet. He suspected there might have been some involvement from the inside and he couldnβt trust anyone right now at the Yard until he solved this. He took himself off to St Bartβs in the late afternoon, knocking on the laboratory door. He could see Molly sitting at a β
