Practice
A/N: Hehe, this was originally just a practice page for putting an image with text...I kinda made a story outta it though...it's really short and not very good...but that's okay...cause I'm Mary Christmas and that's the way I work...tee hee...
It was a calm autumn day, though a bit warm for the season, and Beth Lestrade took a deep breath of the crisp air. It wasn't a breath of relief, or even a breath of satisfaction. It was a breath of determination, and helped her shore up her courage.
She hated undercover assignments, and she couldn't quite put her finger on the reason. She supposed it was because she preferred the direct approach to deception, no matter how neccessary. Now, she had no problem with planning a surprise attack, as long as she wasn't the one involved in setting the vict...er...criminal up. However, it was a little late to back down now, seeing as she had already promised.
She walked slowly up the stairs to 221B of Baker Street with the air of one going to their death. You could almost hear the faint tones of the death march on the air, and Lestrade had to crack a smile at this. She was being just a bit overdramatic over all this. Really, it was just a part to play. She had been in several plays when she was younger, before getting on at the Yard. How hard would this be?
Very. She didn't even know what character she was going to portray. Knowing Holmes, it could be anything. She sighed and half-heartedly knocked on the door. She could have just pressed the buzzer, but she was going to let Holmes know that she didn't like this one bit in any way she could.
"Okay, I'm here, now what do I do?" she snapped as soon as the door opened. Holmes smiled back at her, his blue eyes twinkling.
"We are going to practice."
"Practice what?" She folded her arms and glared at him.
Holmes smile became downright mischievous. "Come closer and I'll show you."
