It's Not Over Yet : SHERLOCK Season 5

The Devil Is A Gentleman

Greg was calling Sherlock, apparently the consulting detective had seen some interesting things at the morgue once again. He wrote it all down and told Sherlock he'd check if it could be a possible clue for one of the unsolved cases.

Suddenly Anderson came barging into his office without knocking. He held his hand up, signaling Anderson not to speak.

"Yes, Sherlock. I wrote it all down, I'll check if it's something useful, I got to hang up now. Bye Sherlock!" He hung up.

Anderson greeted him with a little smile.

"And what made you run into my office without knocking?" The detective inspector said with an annoyed face.

"Weren't you a singer of a band during your school career?"

"That's correct, what about it?" His face now looked rather confused.

"We, Donovan, Dimmock and I, want to form a band. But none of us can sing."

"Oh no, I'm not helping you out, trust me."

"Please..."

"Fine, tell me more about it."

"Well we already found a pub we can play at. We're just covering songs by the way, not making ones ourselves. Oh, and we're supposed to play there this Friday..."

"That's quick..."

"Yeah, but anyways, we figured we could all choose one song to play, that should be enough."

"I'll need some time to think about that song, I'll text you tonight. When is practice?"

"So you're in? I'm glad! Practice is tomorrow already, please come."

"Text me the details, now let me finish my work."

"Yes, ofcourse, thanks Greg."

Greg wondered what song he would pick, it needed to be special. His mind wandered off to something else, yesterday... He received a rose, but no card. He thought it was from his ex-wife. She used to send him roses, but the last time was a month ago, and she used to send them once a week. He thought she'd finally let him go, it couldn't be hers. But it couldn't be from Mycroft either, he was the Ice Man, he didn't do romance. If the rose was actually from Mycroft, which he now assumed, he knew a nice song that he could pick.

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They were now at Greg's house, deciding what the dress code would be. After a few complaints from Donovan they still ended up with a grunge kind of style. They had to get some clothes from the thrift store, but they made good outfits with what they had bought and with what they already owned.

Every time they practiced the songs, everything went surprisingly well. Normally Dimmock didn't like Lestrade that much, but the man couldn't stop complimenting him on his beautiful voice. Greg got rather flustered because of that.

After their performance the pub would do some karaoke, perhaps some people were brave enough to sing. If there were drunk people who decided to sing, it was going to be funny as hell. He kind of hoped that would happen, he could use something entertaining.

The four of them put on their clothes. Somehow the others wanted him to be in the spotlights so he got the most revealing clothes. Not that he minded it, he also wore those things during his younger years.

He put on the ripped white tank top and the baggy leather pants, they hung low on his lips. The waistband of his underwear was just visible and a bit of his stomach was seen before it was covered with the top. He put a leather belt across his chest to cover the one visible nipple, however he knew that it would still be visible that evening if the belt moved around slightly. Anderson put a loose tie around Greg's neck and with that and his shoes, his outfit was finished. He watched the others put on less slut-like outfits and once they were finished they practiced everything once more.