Till Death Do Us Part
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
Lestrade smiled politely as Deidre's mother attempted to make
small talk, while her uncle was pouting. Apparently, Mrs. Morgan
was of the same opinion as Wiggins about the quality of the
Mystery Theater Dinners and had prohibited this night's on account
of an important guest being over. Jack Morgan soon got over his
little 'tiff', however, when Wiggins mentioned boxing, and the two
of them spent the rest of the evening discussing the finer points
of the sport.
Deidre didn't seem to care either way, as long as she was able to
eat -- and talk. Lestrade, for the most part, tuned everyone out and
mumbled monotone responses where she felt they were necessary.
But her mind wasn't on where she was at...for the third time that
They couldn't have been right, she told herself, because then
Greyson would have been lying. And why would he do that?
Why are you having these dreams and odd memories, then? a snide
little voice asked.
Because of what they had told her...because she was human and
her mind would do things like that...right?
Right, she answered herself firmly. Right, because she couldn't
believe she was from another century...no matter how plausible
they had made it sound. After all, cryogenic technology had only
been a science fiction ploy then. Besides, she didn't remember
any specific details...just vague images that could be from her
past...which didn't have to mean that her past rested in the very
It was at that moment that she realized everyone at the table was
staring at her. She flushed red, but otherwise pretended that
nothing was amiss.
"Sorry. I've had a lot on my mind lately. And thank you, Mrs.
Morgan, this was an excellent meal. Sorry, uhm..Jack?..that I
couldn't be a part of the theater thing that you planned. Anyway
I've got to go. Bye, Deidre; bye, Wiggins." She stood and exited as
fast as she could.
Letting herself into her apartment, she nearly cursed when she
remembered that she had forgotten about the Holmeses. But there
was no need to have worried about that since they had already
taken their leave. She threw herself down onto the couch and
closed her eyes, willing herself to go to sleep before she
confused herself even more.
It was twilight, her favorite time of the day. Everything
seemed surreal, like when you're not asleep, but you're not awake
and everything's hanging on a dream...it wasn't light...but it
wasn't dark either....
She sighed and breathed in the crisp fall air. Normally
she'd be trying to come up with some way of outsmarting
him...getting just one step ahead. But tonight, she figured she
was already ahead. The joke was on him.
As darkness fell like a familiar blanket, she grinned and
began making her way towards her destination. It would take her a
little while to get there, but that was okay. She didn't want to
get there too early...of course she didn't want to be too late
either to savor his expression when he realized he'd been
There, it was just over the rise...she frowned slightly.
Everything was too quiet. Surely she wasn't early? She caught a
whiff of what smelled like gasoline and her frown
deepened...then, and incessant beeping broke the calm of the
Lestrade jerked herself awake and glowered at the ceiling before
sitting up and answering her vidphone.
Greyson's dour face glared back at her and she mentally sighed,
wondering what she'd done this time. She wasn't even on duty!
"Lestrade, just what do you think you're about!"
"Why, hello, chief, how are you this evening?" Lestrade asked,
"Don't play the innocent with me! It's one thing to bring back a
dead detective...there's purpose in that. But his wife?!"
Lestrade groaned. "Chief...I don't think I want to know how you
found out...but why shouldn't I have?"
"Because...because...you shouldn't just go about bringing people
back to life just because they're there. It isn't done. I want you
back to work first thing tomorrow. Where I can keep an eye on
Lestrade stared at the vidscreen in perplexity after he had
signed off. "What was that all about?" she muttered. Oh well, at
least now maybe she could get some uninterrupted rest.
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