A Promising Start (Sherlock)
Nov. 7th, 2011 01:58 pmTitle: A Promising Start
Author: Morgan Stuart
Fandom: Sherlock
Disclaimer: This universe does not belong to me; I'm just an appreciative visitor. I make no profit from this fan work.
Description: She could learn a great deal from this man: what not to do, of course, but also what to do.
Historian's Note: This takes place approximately three years prior to the events depicted in the Sherlock episode "A Study in Pink."
Author's Note: This is comprised of two parts, each a 221b ficlet (221 words, the last beginning with "b").
PART 1: A 221b Ficlet
She sat in his office, waiting. Apparently the workday began when he felt like it.
Promising start, this.
A few minutes later he appeared in a weary whirlwind, rumpled and stubbled and laden with hard-copy files. She realised he must've been at the office for hours already that morning. Perhaps he'd never made it home.
"Sorry I'm late." He deposited his armload onto the desk and scrubbed fingers through his hair, bringing new chaos to old disorder. "Glad you're here."
"Thanks, Sir."
"Don't thank me yet." A rueful, sideways grin. "Give you the bad news first, shall I?"
No pause for a reply. "I'm proud of my team. We do good work. But on the toughest cases, when time's of the essence, I sometimes bring in a consulting detective. My methods aren't always—"
Appreciated? Wise? Legal?
"—popular. My call. My responsibility."
So that's why he's DI Lestrade, not DCI, at his age.
"I'm good at questioning suspects and witnesses, talking to victims' families. But I'm rubbish at press conferences."
With a face like that?
"Your record's impressive. I'll rely on your PR expertise."
Huh.
He stifled a yawn. "God, I need a cuppa."
Here it comes...
"Be right back." Already he was halfway to the door. "Fancy tea? Coffee?"
Sally Donovan smiled.
Promising start, after all.
"Coffee, please. Black."
PART 2: A 221b Ficlet
"There may be jokes, at first." Lestrade sipped his coffee, then grimaced.
"Jokes?"
"'Middle-aged, lonely DI needs a new sergeant, and lookit, she's a beautiful young thing. How convenient.'
"I don't foresee you getting any less attractive or me any less alone," he continued without apology or, apparently, self-pity. "I can ignore 'em if you can."
Frankness was a trait Sally valued. She repaid it in kind.
"There'll be other talk, too," she countered. "'Whose arse is he trying to kiss, requesting a woman, and a black one, at that? Playing some political angle. Only explanation.'"
"People can be right bastards."
This startled a laugh from her.
"Your answer to that," he said, "is doing your job, letting your record speak for itself."
"And yours?"
"I need someone at my right hand I can rely on." No hesitation. "I researched the candidates. Did the only thing I could, didn't I? I asked for the best."
He means it.
The higher-ups might've had issues with Lestrade and his decisions, but rumour had it that his team members, past and present, considered any slights against him to be instant fighting words.
She could learn a great deal from this man: what not to do, of course, but also what to do.
"I'm honoured to join your team, Sir."
Let 'em talk, the bastards.
THE END
Vital Stats: Originally written in November 2011.
Originally written for this prompt at
sherlockbbc_fic.
Author: Morgan Stuart
Fandom: Sherlock
Disclaimer: This universe does not belong to me; I'm just an appreciative visitor. I make no profit from this fan work.
Description: She could learn a great deal from this man: what not to do, of course, but also what to do.
Historian's Note: This takes place approximately three years prior to the events depicted in the Sherlock episode "A Study in Pink."
Author's Note: This is comprised of two parts, each a 221b ficlet (221 words, the last beginning with "b").
PART 1: A 221b Ficlet
She sat in his office, waiting. Apparently the workday began when he felt like it.
Promising start, this.
A few minutes later he appeared in a weary whirlwind, rumpled and stubbled and laden with hard-copy files. She realised he must've been at the office for hours already that morning. Perhaps he'd never made it home.
"Sorry I'm late." He deposited his armload onto the desk and scrubbed fingers through his hair, bringing new chaos to old disorder. "Glad you're here."
"Thanks, Sir."
"Don't thank me yet." A rueful, sideways grin. "Give you the bad news first, shall I?"
No pause for a reply. "I'm proud of my team. We do good work. But on the toughest cases, when time's of the essence, I sometimes bring in a consulting detective. My methods aren't always—"
Appreciated? Wise? Legal?
"—popular. My call. My responsibility."
So that's why he's DI Lestrade, not DCI, at his age.
"I'm good at questioning suspects and witnesses, talking to victims' families. But I'm rubbish at press conferences."
With a face like that?
"Your record's impressive. I'll rely on your PR expertise."
Huh.
He stifled a yawn. "God, I need a cuppa."
Here it comes...
"Be right back." Already he was halfway to the door. "Fancy tea? Coffee?"
Sally Donovan smiled.
Promising start, after all.
"Coffee, please. Black."
PART 2: A 221b Ficlet
"There may be jokes, at first." Lestrade sipped his coffee, then grimaced.
"Jokes?"
"'Middle-aged, lonely DI needs a new sergeant, and lookit, she's a beautiful young thing. How convenient.'
"I don't foresee you getting any less attractive or me any less alone," he continued without apology or, apparently, self-pity. "I can ignore 'em if you can."
Frankness was a trait Sally valued. She repaid it in kind.
"There'll be other talk, too," she countered. "'Whose arse is he trying to kiss, requesting a woman, and a black one, at that? Playing some political angle. Only explanation.'"
"People can be right bastards."
This startled a laugh from her.
"Your answer to that," he said, "is doing your job, letting your record speak for itself."
"And yours?"
"I need someone at my right hand I can rely on." No hesitation. "I researched the candidates. Did the only thing I could, didn't I? I asked for the best."
He means it.
The higher-ups might've had issues with Lestrade and his decisions, but rumour had it that his team members, past and present, considered any slights against him to be instant fighting words.
She could learn a great deal from this man: what not to do, of course, but also what to do.
"I'm honoured to join your team, Sir."
Let 'em talk, the bastards.
THE END
Vital Stats: Originally written in November 2011.
Originally written for this prompt at
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:56 pm (UTC)This is a different voice for you, versatile you.
Thank you!
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Date: 2011-11-07 08:21 pm (UTC)This isi so perfect - and so headcanon now.
I love your Sally!
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Date: 2011-11-07 10:26 pm (UTC)And this phrase--"bringing new chaos to old disorder"--Brilliant!
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Date: 2011-11-07 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-08 12:30 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2011-11-08 02:17 am (UTC)This is going to sound slightly ridiculous, but -
Earlier I had a mini-meltdown over my stats class (I am Not Doing Well, for many reasons), and I hopped on my LJ app to see if there was anything new. I saw this - saw YOU wrote it, thought twice - and read it anyway.
I was pleasantly surprised to get warm fuzzies instead of an excuse for my tears. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
(This does not excuse you from future heart-breaking expectations. I AM ALWAYS ON MY GUARD, SHAN YU. Oh, and I'm wearing my Blue Sun shirt today. ^_^)
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Date: 2011-11-09 12:08 am (UTC)I particularly like the way he challenges her pre-conceptions from the beginning.
I'm so glad this worked for you. I loved imagining that he would turn all of her (somewhat understandable) assumptions about him upside down and win her loyalty in the process.
Thanks for your kind words!
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Date: 2011-11-09 12:13 am (UTC)Thank you for telling me what lines you liked most. That's so helpful! I'm smitten by the idea of Lestrade drawing fire from his superiors but fierce loyalty from his team. I tend to think that a lot of Donovan's hostility toward Sherlock comes from her protectiveness of Lestrade.
I appreciate your reading and commenting very much.
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Date: 2011-11-09 12:18 am (UTC)As you noted, I'm experimenting in style. *blushes* It means a lot to hear that this worked. You're so kind and supportive, and I appreciate it more than you can know. Thank you!
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Date: 2011-11-09 03:29 am (UTC)It's great the way Lestrade is able to surprise and impress Donovan, though I think she gets some great lines in there as well. I admire this exchange in particular:
"There'll be other talk, too," she countered. "'Whose arse is he trying to kiss, requesting a woman, and a black one, at that? Playing some political angle. Only explanation.'"
"People can be right bastards."
This startled a laugh from her.
"Your answer to that," he said, "is doing your job, letting your record speak for itself."
With these scenes you really get a sense of how this partnership was built. There was obviously respect and equality there from the very beginning.
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Date: 2011-11-09 11:56 am (UTC)I'm glad to see that Sally isn't blind to the man in front of her
LOL! Who could miss that much gorgeousness? *wink*
I'm especially tickled that the bit with the tea/coffee worked for you. I had fun imagining him undoing all her expectations, one by one, without even knowing it.
You nailed both characterisations here - the world-weary DI on the one hand and the up-and-coming but defensive young sargeant on the other.
This absolutely makes my day! Your lovely descriptions of them here capture exactly what I was shooting for. This makes me so happy! You've put a huge grin on my face. Thank for reading and for your kind and encouraging comments. They mean a lot to me.
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Date: 2011-11-09 11:59 am (UTC)