TGEEH - Gregory Lestrade (Team Sherlock)

The Great Easter Egg Hunt

Gregory Lestrade (Team Sherlock)

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“And so, once I had taken into consideration the indents of the grass and the clear displacement of dew amongst the leaves, it became quite obvious that I was going to find the object in question amongst the branches of the bush.”

Lestrade sighed, trying to return to the happy place where he tuned out Sherlock’s ramblings whilst searching for the hidden Easter eggs in the “good ol’ fashioned way”. John threw him a sympathetic smile as he passed, faithfully following Sherlock as the consulting detective began to deduce the location of the next egg.

“Oi, freak! Shut up and enjoy the game!” Greg glared at Donovan “what?” She shrugged innocently, strutting over to help Anderson comb the flowerbeds. Sighing, the Detective Inspector continued his own search, wondering how a team event became several individual explorations.

“Got another one!” he called as he eyes a pink and blue striped oval nestled amongst two branches of the tree under which he stood. Putting down his basket, already containing two brightly spotted eggs, he carefully began climbing the tree. “Easy does it…” he mumbled, flinching as one of the smaller branches snapped from the other side of the tree.

“Careful, Greg!” John called, eyeing up the competitor before calling words of encouragement to the DI. Choosing to ignore the remarks of ‘who is Greg?’ from Sherlock, he concentrated on climbing faster, unwilling to lose the egg to one of the other teams.

“Faster, Marty!” One of the green sashed team called, her brunette locks blowing frantically in the wind as she urged him on

“I’m trying, Kensi!”

“Come on, Greg! You can do it!”

“Who is Greg? Is he on our team?” Rolling his eyes at Sherlock’s unhelpful input, Lestrade pulled himself up into the branches, grabbing the egg seconds before his opponent could close in on it.

“Got it!” he called proudly; glad to be one egg in front of Sherlock. Hopefully now the consultant would wipe that smug look from his features-

“I wouldn’t step there, Inspector.” It wasn’t until he lay staring up at the clear blue sky from the hard ground that Lestrade registered the snapping branch. Several small branches lay around him, as though taunting his aching ribs which no doubt had their imprints forming across them. He barely remembered saying that he was fine as he lay beneath the jeering tree, or heard Molly’s worrying or felt John probing at his tender ribs. The only thing that was clear in his mind at that moment was the blue’s – Marty jumping down from the tree, and Kensi calling ‘got it’ as Lestrade opened and closed the empty hand that should be holding the stripy pink and blue egg.

“… Damn it…”