Greg Lestrade, Detective Inspector

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Just an Ordinary Day

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Greg Lestrade gently sat in the crisp grass of Hyde Park, gazing up at the trees and the clear, blue sky above. It was a pleasant afternoon and it promised to continue being pleasant.

He had the day off and, boy, had he needed it. His last case was a difficult one involving the kidnapping and…

Iris was having a good day. So far she hadn’t made any birds poop on people’s heads and she hadn’t started tweeting at any birds and accidentally causing them all to flock to her. If she didn’t talk and only nodded her head at passerbys things were ok. She wasn’t a freak if she didn’t talk. 

Not that she could be much of a freak among strangers. She had followed the birds to London, England to add more variety to her knowledge of birds. She was well acquainted with many birds in America but the UK was new to her and would bring new feathered friends. 

Iris noticed a man, silver haired and relaxed, sitting on the ground. He was in a very advantageous spot and damn it she really wanted to get a closer look at that bird. A finch she noted. She crouched next to the man, a polite distance away,  took out her notepad and started sketching the bird. 

The finch paused, tilting its little head to get a better look at something.  Greg turned to follow its gaze.  Ah, a young lady.  She must be a birdwatcher or something of the like, he assumed.  Curiously, he leaned back just a smidgen -surely it was hardly noticeable, right?- to see what she was drawing or writing. 

The image was very well done, he supposed, glancing from the bird to the sketch of the bird.  He didn’t want to disturb her, but his mouth moved before he even realized he was talking.  Shit.  

"That’s very good."  He complimented her simply and sincerely, though he quickly turned away, to make her hopefully feel more comfortable. 

Greg Lestrade gently sat in the crisp grass of Hyde Park, gazing up at the trees and the clear, blue sky above.  It was a pleasant afternoon and it promised to continue being pleasant. 

He had the day off and, boy, had he needed it.  His last case was a difficult one involving the kidnapping and murder of several homeless people in the past few months.  He was relieved to catch the bastard and even more so relieved to know that the bastard was going to prison for the rest of his life now that the trial was over. 

He checked his cell phone.  Sherlock hadn’t gone crazy with boredom yet.  Unless the lack of text messages from him meant that he had gone crazy and blew up the flat or something.  No, he’d have heard sirens by now, surely, if that had happened. 

A finch fluttered by and landed on a small bush nearby.  Greg watched it hop from branch to branch and chirp.  A small grin formed on his face as it surveyed its surroundings. 

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{ So I’m new to the whole OC RP scene and need to get out there and interact with people.
So if you have an oc rp blog or an oc friendly blog, I’d very much appreciate it if you would reblog this!! }

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Lestrade centric fanfiction

Part 2/?

Warnings/Trigger Warnings:  death, drug abuse, drugging, violence, murder

Pairings: None

Casefic/Papastrade fic

Characters: Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper, Mary Watson, various OC’s

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Lestrade Centric Fanfiction

Part 1/?

Warnings/Trigger Warnings:  drug abuse, murder, death, violence, potentially graphic descriptions of violence, and others to be added as the fiction progresses

Pairings: None. 

Casefic/PapaStrade fic

Characters: Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, various OC’s

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titxniumalloy:

{ tony flicks his dark-rimmed gaze over the face that greets him, the voice that comes with it instilling him with the urge to roll his eyes in the most patronising manner possible. though perhaps it’s in his best interests to attempt a good first impression, much like the one detective chief inspector greg lestrade ( he’s hoping that he can get away with a shorter title ) is trying to get across. }

Hey.

{ lestrade’s outstretched hand goes ignored. physical contact isn’t tony’s ballgame, and that’s not going to change now. not even in the name of courtesy.

  however, one of those instantly recognizable cocky smiles appears on his lips, and he steps to his feet, jetlag causing a falter in his step. }

Let’s just get this over with.

Lestrade was a little taken aback by the man’s abrupt greeting.  Nevertheless, he took it in stride.  It was a very American reaction, he thought, that Stark gave him.  A little more difficult to take in stride was the straight up rejection of his handshake that left him looking like an imbecile in the lobby. 

He gracefully pulled his hand back and nodded, using the previously proffered hand to make a “lead the way” gesture. 

"Right, of course.  Standard safety protocols are being followed.  We’ll be riding in my car, but we’ll have Sergeant Donovan leading the way in another car with some of the team and we’ll be followed by another with a few other officers from Scotland Yard.  We’ll be alone in my car- hope that doesn’t bother you- but you will be as safe as we can muster on the way to and during the assembly."  Lestrade’s tone of voice slowly transitioned from polite to authoritative as he turned in the direction of the door and started that way. 

He was a little uncomfortable carrying the gun on his hip- typical police practice was to not carry a gun unless the case or investigation expressly required it.  The paperwork associated with carrying a weapon was heavy and discharging of a weapon typically resulted in many many many hearings to make sure it was a “just” discharge.  Lestrade hoped he wouldn’t have to use it. 

He paused when Stark faltered a bit in his step.  “Are you alright…?”  The inspector inquired with a note of concern in his gruff voice. 

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greglestradedi

{ he’s not going to lie and say that it had been easy; because it hadn’t. it really hadn’t.

  to find technology c a p a b l e of detecting hydra’s systems when nothing else in existence could ( at least not before serious damage was done ) had to be the equivalent of finding the holy grail, and to create the technology yourself made you a g o d in the eyes of all that were afraid.

  it’s only supposed to be a t e m p o r a r y fix, it’s nothing special. yet the mechanic’s been on tour for the last six weeks — every major country in the world’s wanted to try his emergency band aid — talking crap to the masses for a few hours about how much s a f e r the world’s going to be with this new technology ( it’s a variation of jarvis. it’s not sentient. it’s never going to be as intelligent, either ) is nothing new to him.

  now he’s in london. sitting an audience with the government and the respective representatives of those that are going to be utilising the equipment ( ie; every major law enforcement agency in england, the army, and the uk’s leading tech firms ).

  of course tony’s been assigned a babysitter. and he’s sitting in the lobby of some fancy hotel, hands dug deep in his pockets, fidgeting under the hold of boredom, and waiting for the poor sap that’ll be playing escort to arrive.

  hopefully, this won’t be too painful. }       

The day Hydra reappeared and SHIELD effectively collapsed had been a terrifying one.  The United Kingdom had sent people to join SHIELD after it had been founded and everyone found the idea horrifying that HYDRA had managed to deceive them all so effortlessly.  The fight against HYDRA was becoming more and more anxious as fear spread around the globe.  Everything associated with SHIELD had become frightening- who knew what was going to blow up in their faces next- literally as well as figuratively. 

In the panic, Scotland Yard had its hands full, like every other branch of law enforcement in the country.  Greg Lestrade, DCI now due to his efforts to keep the people safe and ensure that justice was served, had been chosen (volunteered by his colleagues, no doubt) to play tour guide to the proud genius from America, Tony Stark. 

Lestrade had decided from the get go to make the best of it, though he may have grumbled about it over drinks to Dimmock, Donovan, and Watson after the announcement.  It couldn’t be too bad to play escort and tour guide to “Iron Man,” could it? 

He entered the lavish hotel dressed in his nicest suit and with his hair neatly combed.  It didn’t take him long to find the man- his face had been plastered all over the telly for months now. 

Clearing his throat as he approached, he politely offered his hand to the American.  “Good morning, Mr. Stark.  I am Detective Chief Inspector Greg Lestrade.  I’m to be your escort to the assembly and such today.”  He gave him a polite smile. 

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Asker Anonymous Asks:
[text] So help me, God, Sherlock, if you pull another stunt like that with Dimmock. -GL
greglestradedi greglestradedi Said:

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[text] I have no idea what you’re talking about Inspector.

[text] And if I did, hypothetically, it would have been very called for. - SH

[text] It was scaring Toby. - SH

[text] Ah!  I understand now!  Dimmock told you not to bring your dog to crime scenes, didn’t he?  That’s why you insulted his grandmother’s hat?  -GL

[Text] Toby is highly trained and capable of being at a crime scene. - SH

[text] Christ, Sherlock! 

[text] He won’t work with you now, by the way.  No one likes being insulted, you know.  -GL

[Text] that’s his problem. -SH

[text] Well, I’m not going to be working at the MET forever.  What are you going to do when I’m gone? -GL

Asker Anonymous Asks:
[text] So help me, God, Sherlock, if you pull another stunt like that with Dimmock. -GL
greglestradedi greglestradedi Said:

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greglestradedi:

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[text] I have no idea what you’re talking about Inspector.

[text] And if I did, hypothetically, it would have been very called for. - SH

[text] It was scaring Toby. - SH

[text] Ah!  I understand now!  Dimmock told you not to bring your dog to crime scenes, didn’t he?  That’s why you insulted his grandmother’s hat?  -GL

[Text] Toby is highly trained and capable of being at a crime scene. - SH

[text] Christ, Sherlock! 

[text] He won’t work with you now, by the way.  No one likes being insulted, you know.  -GL

Asker Anonymous Asks:
[text] So help me, God, Sherlock, if you pull another stunt like that with Dimmock. -GL
greglestradedi greglestradedi Said:

superwholockanswers:

greglestradedi:

superwholockanswers:

[text] I have no idea what you’re talking about Inspector.

[text] And if I did, hypothetically, it would have been very called for. - SH


[text] I don’t know!  But you can’t go around insulting people’s headwear just because it looks hideous.  -GL

[text] It was scaring Toby. - SH

[text] Ah!  I understand now!  Dimmock told you not to bring your dog to crime scenes, didn’t he?  That’s why you insulted his grandmother’s hat?  -GL