Do a mark darcy x reader shortie fic with Lestrade
A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!! I loved it! Plus I’ve threw in a few twists 😏😉
“They like you…” Sherlock hummed and you glanced up from your phone.
“What?” You asked and returned your attention to your phone again when you received another text message.
“Marcelo and Geoff”
Your facial features scrunched together with confusion “Who?”
Sherlock let out a huff “The lawyer and Lestrade!” You shook your head and placed your phone down on your lap.
“Sherlock that’s not even close to what they are called. It’s Mark and Greg and you know their names perfectly well.” You huffed out as your phone dinged again. “And they don’t like me, they are asking me for advice.”
Sherlock nodded and hummed, unconvinced. You rolled your eyes just as John walked in “Oh hello Y/N, what are you doing here?”
“Asking Sherlock something about human rights. I needed his ‘mind palace’” you wigged your fingers and John let out a giggle.
“Sherlock? You asked this man right here,” John pointed to him “About human rights? But you’re a human rights activist!”
“I know I just wanted to know if he knew some things and he did, he actually managed to elaborate on a few points for me.” You told him before standing up and grabbing your bag.
“I’m surprised he knew anything…” John trailed off.
“I know! I was just as surprised!” You smirked and looked over to the consulting detective.
“Very funny you two, I am sitting right he-”
Sherlock was cut off my your phone dinging again. He let out a sigh “Which one this time?” He asked assuming it was either Mark or Greg.
“Eh none actually…” You trailed off while looking at your phone “It’s work. I’ve got to go, see you later.” You left the flat and rushed to the underground station before getting on.
The tube was overcrowded as usual and you attempted to reach for a pole to hold on to as it started to move but instead you grabbed onto an arm “Oh god I’m so-Greg!” You smiled at the grey haired detective inspector.
“H-hey!” He nervously stuttered out with a blush “What are you doing here?”
“Duty calls,” you sighed out “Funny I was just texting you and-”
“Y/N?” You turned to look where the voice came from and smiled.
“Mark!” You turned to Greg “Speak of the devil…” You smirked and turned back to Mark with a charming smile.
“Devil indeed…” Greg grumbled under his breath seeing the big shot lawyer practically dragging you away from him. The DI couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming sensation to break the mans nose and then plant a kiss on you. Mark smiled at you but it faded when he saw Greg standing right behind you.
“Greg,” he acknowledged him without a hint of emotion in his voice.
“Mark,” Greg replied in the same tone.
“Where are you off to Y/N?” Mark asked, not taking his narrowing eyes off of Greg.
“Uh Parkwood legal,” you replied.
“That’s only a street away from where I’m going, do you fancy grabbing a coffee afterwards?” He asked glancing to you and then sending a cocky look to Greg.
Greg gripped on to the pole a little harder and bit his lip in anger “Oh sorry Mark, I’m swamped with paperwork I have to finish off for tomorrow and-”
Greg was quick to interject “Why don’t you and I go for a coffee tomorrow Y/N? I know you’ll be visiting Scotland Yard,” you turned to Greg only to notice him glaring at Mark with a proud smirk on his face.
You scanned the two men’s faced and it was only then you realised you were in the middle of their staring war and they were slowly closing in on you “Sorry Greg, can’t do tomorrow either. This is my stop!” You waved to both of them and stepped onto the platform, turning around to look back at them “I’ll catch up with you! We can grab a coffee when I’m less busy!” The doors shut and the two men sent you a smile before turning to face each other, sending the other a chilling scowl.
“She was talking to me!” Mark snapped.
“No she wasn’t I was just talking to her! She was talking to me!” Greg argued back before Mark got off at his stop. The DI let out a low growl and pulled out his phone, flicking though an app, mindlessly. He stopped scoping when he saw you had uploaded a picture with your favourite flower and that’s when an idea popped into his head.
Little did he know Mark had saw that photo too and had the same idea.
Later that evening Marks perfectly polished shoes echoed through the streets of London before they stopped at a dark blue door. He had a bunch of hand tied flowers in his grasp and was about to knock on the door when he heard a disappointed groan.
“Back off Darcy!” Greg called out grasping an identical bunch of flowers.
“Oh please Lestrade, Y/N is obviously interested in me more!” Mark growled out.
“No she’s not! Did you see the way she looked at me earlier?” Greg snapped.
Mark let out an unamused laugh “She ignored you to talk to me”
Greg owned his mouth again but the two were so caught up in bickering they didn’t notice the person leaning out of the window.
“Will you two shut up? Y/N is trying to sleep!”
Greg and Mark stopped mid sentence and slowly raised their heads up to see none other than Sherlock.
Their jaws dropped open “Sherlock?!” They both said at the same time and the consulting detective rolled his eyes.
“Yes it’s me! Now leave before she wakes up!” He huffed out.
“What are you doing with Y/N?” Greg asked, bewildered beyond belief.
Sherlock sent both men a sly smile “Why wouldn’t I be with her? She is my girlfriend after all. Goodnight gentlemen.” With that Sherlock closed the window with a huge grin on his face.
The two men lowered their gaze and looked at each other “Eh….” Greg muttered out, lost for words.
The two sent each other a thin lipped smile and a brief nod “We didn’t have a chance…” Mark trailed off.
“Nope,” Greg replied “Fancy going to the pub? I’ll buy you a pint to make up for all this fighting.”
Mark nodded with a small smile “And I’ll buy you one as well. We should head to the Kings arms. There’s a girl who’s almost always there, her name is Bridget.”
Greg was deep in thought “The blonde one?”
“Yes she’s-” Mark cut himself off and looked to Greg “She’s mine!” He ran as fast as he could before Greg ran after him.
So, who broke it? I'm not mad, I just want to know.
I did, I broke it -
No. No, you didn't. Sherlock?
Don't look at me. Look at Mycroft.
What? I didn't break it.
Hmm. That's weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Because it's sitting right in front of us, and it's broken.
No, it's not!
If it matters... probably not... but Irene was the last one to use it.
Liar! I don't even drink that crap.
Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee table earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Mary!
Alright, let's not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Eurus.
No. Who broke it?
Well, John's been awfully quiet.
[Cut to Eurus in the room, the rest of them fighting in the background]
I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.