The Phone

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Pov Lestrade
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I hear a ringing from the chair John was sitting in.
"John I believe you dropped your phone." He snaps out of his thoughts.
I check his phone and can't help but choke up laughing about the name I see on the screen.
"You still call your dad daddy?" I ask him trying to hold back my impending laugher.
"Hand me that please." He gestures to his cellphone in my hand. I hand it to him and the ringing stops as he picks it up.
"Hello Sherlock?" He answers.
I nearly piss myself doubling over laughing.
"It's Lestrade, Sherlock" John sighs pinching his nose "no he's not dying, Sherlock jesus, (pause) no Sherlock he's laughing, (pause) I'll explain when I get home (pause) ok, bye I love you."
John hangs up and looks at me sternly as I catch my breath.
"Don't you dare tell anyone." He tells me in a strict voice he sometimes uses on Sherlock when he's being rude.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
I'm telling the entire yard.

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