Shy, Cute but Arse Kicker

1. Shy to meet Lestrade

It had been long since the last time Sherlock had stormed into Scotland Yard HQ, very long. So very long that Greg Lestrade had started to get worried and had called him for help the very first time an occasion had presented herself. When Sherlock had answerd to the call, he hadn't seemed bored. That wasn't normal. Well, of course, "normal" wasn't a word allowed to talk about the Great Detective, but even... Ok, let's say it was weirder than usual. So, here Lestrade was, sitting at his desk, trying to busy himself while waiting for his strange friend to come. When he finally did, Greg was so very relieved to see Sherlock seemed to be fine and clean from drugs, he didn't pay attention to the smaller shape hurrying just behind him.

"So, what is it?"

If someone had told Lestrade that, someday, he would be happy to ask Sherlock for his help, he would have laugh to death. Or fired the fool who would have dared to tell him this. But he was happy and relieved and... startled by Sherlock's coat which seemed to move by itself. And totally and absolutely agape when he heard the sociopath very gently coon

"It's ok baby, Georges is a very good friend. Come say hello."

Then Lestrade saw a short and young woman appear from behind Sherlock. She gave him a frightened look before interlacing her digits with Sherlock's and saying a shy "Hello". The Scotland Yard Detective was so busy wondering in what dimension he had ended, he didn't even correct his name and stuttered a hazy greeting. Sherlock smiled at his obviously girlfriend

"See, nothing to fear from Georges."

And then, on another tone

"Well, why did you want to see me as soon as possible?"

Sherlock's normal tone of voice brought Lestrade to the Hearth, he handed a file to the Detective while grumbling

"It's Greg, actually"

Which caused the young woman to smile shyly at him. Sherlock rapidly browsed the file and handed it to his girlfriend

"What do you think?"

She took the file, started to read it and furrowed her brows.

"I think this moron should have known better than murdering people as roughly as he has. You will catch him so quickly, it will be embarrassing for him, really."

She didn't seem coy at all at this moment. But when she looked up from the file, she realised what she just has said and turned bright red. Sherlock appeared stunned and Lestrade didn't know where to look anymore. The young lady was right, of course, but, well... Maybe it has sounded a little too much as a declaration of love? He didn't know and he didn't want to know. If Sherlock was happy and clean, what more could he possibly ask for? Hum... Maybe for the same Sherlock not kissing heatedly his girlfriend in his office? But it seems like he was ready to take the case, so, Greg supposed he couldn't have everything in the same day.

"If you say so, love... The game is on!"

And, with that, Sherlock was storming, out this time, of Scotland Yard quarters, his girlfriend on his heels, who still took the time to wave a little at Lestrade and to mutter

"Bye, Greg"

Beforeleaving for good.