BBC Sherlock One-shots and preferences

Lestrade: Shout Out to My Ex

*Sara's​ ​p.o.v.*

I​ ​stormed​ ​up​ ​the​ ​stairs​ ​of​ ​221B​ ​and​ ​made​ ​my​ ​way​ ​into​ ​my​ ​room,​ ​which​ ​was​ ​John's​ ​old room.​ ​I​ ​changed​ ​into​ ​workout​ ​clothes,​ ​put​ ​my​ ​gloves​ ​on,​ ​and​ ​began​ ​furiously​ ​hitting​ ​the​ ​boxing bag​ ​I​ ​had​ ​in​ ​my​ ​room.​ ​Normally​ ​I​ ​wouldn't​ ​have​ ​this​ ​much​ ​fury​ ​behind​ ​my​ ​hits,​ ​but​ ​today​ ​was extra​ ​special.

Why?​ ​Well,​ ​I​ ​discovered​ ​that​ ​my​ ​boyfriend​ ​of​ ​four​ ​years​ ​was​ ​a​ ​lying,​ ​cheating​ ​scumbag who​ ​was​ ​nothing​ ​more​ ​than​ ​waste​ ​of​ ​my​ ​time.​ ​So​ ​yeah,​ ​that's​ ​where​ ​this​ ​extra​ ​fire​ ​came​ ​from. After​ ​about​ ​half​ ​an​ ​hour,​ ​I​ ​stopped​ ​and​ ​took​ ​a​ ​shower.​ ​I​ ​let​ ​the​ ​warm​ ​water​ ​soothe​ ​my​ ​muscles and​ ​my​ ​anger​ ​(only​ ​slightly​ ​though),​ ​and​ ​it​ ​felt​ ​good.

Once​ ​done,​ ​I​ ​stepped​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​shower​ ​and​ ​blow​ ​dried​ ​my​ ​hair.​ ​I​ ​wrapped​ ​a​ ​towel​ ​around my​ ​body​ ​and​ ​walked​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​bathroom,​ ​when​ ​I​ ​noticed​ ​Greg​ ​walk​ ​into​ ​the​ ​sitting​ ​room.​ ​I walked​ ​to​ ​the​ ​edge​ ​of​ ​the​ ​sitting​ ​room​ ​and​ ​noticed​ ​him​ ​sitting​ ​in​ ​Sherlock's​ ​chair.​ ​I​ ​cleared​ ​my throat,​ ​which​ ​brought​ ​his​ ​attention​ ​to​ ​me.

"Sherlock​ ​is​ ​away​ ​on​ ​a​ ​case​ ​at​ ​the​ ​moment,​ ​and​ ​John​ ​is​ ​dealing​ ​with​ ​family​ ​matters.​ ​I'll let​ ​them​ ​know​ ​that​ ​you​ ​stopped​ ​by...why​ ​is​ ​it​ ​that​ ​you​ ​stopped​ ​by?"​ ​I​ ​asked.​ ​"There's​ ​a​ ​rather urgent​ ​case​ ​that​ ​I​ ​need​ ​Sherlock's​ ​help​ ​with,"​ ​he​ ​replied.​ ​"Give​ ​me​ ​a​ ​minute,​ ​and​ ​I'll​ ​be​ ​ready​ ​to help.​ ​Besides,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​a​ ​good​ ​distraction,"​ ​I​ ​said.​ ​He​ ​nodded,​ ​signaling​ ​his​ ​approval.

I​ ​walked​ ​back​ ​to​ ​my​ ​room,​ ​changed​ ​into​ ​something​ ​cute​ ​but​ ​practical,​ ​and​ ​returned​ ​a moment​ ​later.​ ​I​ ​put​ ​my​ ​hair​ ​up​ ​into​ ​a​ ​ponytail​ ​and​ ​said,​ ​"Let's​ ​go."​ ​"Damn,​ ​that​ ​was​ ​quick​ ​for​ ​a girl,"​ ​he​ ​remarked.​ ​I​ ​let​ ​out​ ​a​ ​small​ ​laugh​ ​and​ ​said,​ ​"You​ ​learn​ ​to​ ​get​ ​ready​ ​at​ ​the​ ​drop​ ​of​ ​a​ ​hat when​ ​Sherlock's​ ​your​ ​flatmate."​ ​"True,"​ ​he​ ​said.​ ​We​ ​walked​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​flat​ ​and​ ​outside​ ​to​ ​this police​ ​car.

I​ ​reached​ ​to​ ​go​ ​open​ ​my​ ​door​ ​but​ ​instead​ ​of​ ​grabbing​ ​the​ ​door​ ​handle,​ ​my​ ​hand​ ​lands​ ​on top​ ​of​ ​his.​ ​I​ ​quickly​ ​remove​ ​it,​ ​trying​ ​my​ ​best​ ​to​ ​ignore​ ​the​ ​feeling​ ​that​ ​I​ ​was​ ​beginning​ ​to​ ​feel inside​ ​me.​ ​He​ ​opened​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​got​ ​inside​ ​the​ ​car.​ ​I​ ​smiled​ ​at​ ​him​ ​and​ ​said,​ ​"Thanks."​ ​He smiled​ ​back​ ​and​ ​shut​ ​the​ ​door.​ ​Moments​ ​later,​ ​he​ ​was​ ​in​ ​the​ ​driver's​ ​seat​ ​and​ ​driving​ ​toward​ ​the crime​ ​scene.