Pretty in Punk
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Holmes met Lestrade in front of New Scotland Yard, with a
pleasant air about him for a change. He unknowingly offered his arm to
Lestrade out, who gladly accepted it as they walked through the grand
doors of the building. It wasn't until he felt her skin touching his
that he realized what he had done. But he didn't pull away; he liked
They finally reached Grayson's after taking six flights of long
stairs. (Holmes had insisted on not using the elevator. The more time
spent alone with Lestrade, the better.)
Holmes opened the office door, then bowed low and made a
gesture towards the room. "After you, my dear Lestrade." But his voice
held a sarcastic note, and his grin killed all seriousness.
Lestrade grinned back, and went along with Holmes' sudden
playful mood. "Thank-you, my good man." Lestrade straightened her
shoulders and walked into Grayson's office with a flourish, followed
by Holmes with a dignified air. But Grayson's angry scowl and steel
face brought them both back into reality, and they became serious
Grayson looked at his watch. "You're late, Lestrade. There are
cases to solve and people to help. You can't go frolicking wherever
and whenever you like!"
Lestrade bit her lip and tried to sound sorry. "Yes, chief."
Grayson sighed. "Well, now that you're here, I need you and
Holmes to work on this case about the Doomsday band. The whole band
has gone missing, and I need you to find out why. There's a Battle of
the Bands competition coming up, and I want you to go under cover as
rockers to see what you can find."
Lestrade stared. "You want me and Holmes to go undercover as
"Yes, Lestrade. The other bands won't even look at an officer,
but they'll talk their heads off to someone in another band."
"Why me?" Lestrade groaned. She had done many irrational things
in her career, but this.... Suddenly, Lestrade perked up. Grayson was
actually giving her permission to be wild and carefree. In fact, he
was demanding it. Lestrade smiled. "Of course we'll take the case. But
there are usually more than two people in a band."
Grayson sighed again. "I know, Lestrade. But I couldn't find
anyone else willing to do it, especially when they heard they would be
partners with you two," added Grayson, a bit meanly. "So it's up to
you to find the rest of your crew."
Lestrade grinned. "All right, chief! Don't worry, we'll get to
the bottom of this!" Lestrade grabbed Holmes' arm and ran out of the
Holmes had been quiet the whole time. He wasn't sure what
'rockers' were, but making a band didn't seem too bad. He could play
the violin, and he thought he heard once before that Lestrade could
play the piano. It would be fun to play together. It worried him,
though, the way Lestrade called the other bands 'punks'. Either the
meaning of the word had changed, or 'rockers' meant something totally
different than a peaceful orchestra. "Lestrade, what is a 'rocker'?"
Lestrade seemed startled at first. Then she realized that he
had been born in a more peaceful time, where opera's were the main
thing. Electric guitars hadn't been invented then. How was Holmes
going to react when he found out what he was supposed to dress up like
a complete street rat, who had no better thing in life than to cause
trouble? Lestrade grinned wickedly. "Here, Holmes. I'll show you."
Lestrade led him downtown, where she had heard a concert would
be playing. Holmes looked around him. "Lestrade, where are we going?"
Lestrade turned right again. "Oh, you'll see."
A sudden blast of loud music rang in their ears. There was a
large platform ahead of them. Holmes squinted into the bright lights
on stage. There were four people on stage, all dressed in black and
weighed down in chains. Some of them had hair that stuck up straight
in big spikes, with the tips dyed green. Others had no hair at all,
and tatoos covered their heads. They had piricings in unlikely places,
and all were just shouting in some rhythm about how stupid everything
is. Lestrade grinned at Holmes' stunned expression. "Those are
Holmes ran his hand through his blond, messy hair. "Lestrade, I
am not spiking my hair."
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