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[legwork]

Just so we're crystal clear—

Having to keep tabs on one Sherlock's bad enough at it is. What on earth makes you think I'd want another one? And no, that doesn't make me his handler, or his sniffer dog. I just— know how he works, alright? And I'll bet you my last fiver he's climbing the walls on that ship.

Besides— you've got enough on your plate already without having to add me to the lot. You can play at cops and robbers in space another time. But right now, I've got work that needs doing and so do you.

So take the advice: let this one go. You've never been good with this side of the law anyway.

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[adlered]

[ that's cute, assuming she's not listening to hear what he's saying under his breath. oh lestrade, you underestimate her. ] This isn't even a drizzle. Do try not to blow a simple bit of teasing out of proportion.

[ smirk. oh, this is just adorable. if she had a penny for every time someone had made that comment, well, she could buy her own island. ] You'd be surprised at how nice the mirrors are down there. [ a beat. ] Not that I'd expect you to lower yourself to take a look in anyone's gutter. It might be best to leave it to the professionals. Those of us who find them delightful.

[legwork]

[ He's done the math, made a list and checked it twice. He's allowed long-sufferance if he actually gets punted to this boat. ] Two Sherlocks, Two Alders, Two Johns, a Mycroft, and a Moriarty. Think that qualifies as a bit more than a drizzle.

[ He rubs at his face. His life. ] I'm sure space'll appreciate your entrepreneurship. Really.

[adlered]

[ and he's found out who's naughty or nice? (oh irene is counting on being on the naughty side if that's the case.) and really, if anyone is going to be allowed to suffer, it's her. what shall she do with all of you. ] Don't tell me that you and John had a falling out. Honestly, there's only three of us who will give you any trouble. It's not like dealing with Sherlock is something new in your job.

[ his life is the best. really. ] I'm not entirely sure they can handle it. Lord knows what sort of repression is going on up there. They might actually pass out before I can do anything enjoyable.

[legwork]

Just cause the novelty wears off, doesn't mean it gets any easier. You know the last time I popped round to 221B, I had to deal with an American CIA agent who'd fallen out of a window? Three times. 'On accident'.

[ Okay, despite how exasperated Lestrade might look or sound, he secretly has to admit — the guy had had it coming. ]

Just spare me the gory details, alright? I've just come off lunch.

[adlered]

Oh. He fell out of a window three times? On accident? Strange. He must have gotten tired of falling out of the window. I would have guessed the brute would have gone at least five times before giving up.

[ here's a little tidbit, lestrade, if irene had her way, that man would have fallen out five times. sure, sherlock could have done his three tosses. but irene would have bullied her way into tossing him two more times. oops. ]

A man disgusted by sex. I'd say that's new, but that's a lie. I promise none of it will make you lose your lunch. It'll hardly even make you queasy.

[legwork]

[ Dry dry dry exasperation. ] Not everyone's got your stamina, Ms. Adler.

[ He holds up a hand, waving it about slightly. ] And disgusted's not the word for it. Used to work vice, before I made inspector. It's been a long while since then and safe to say: they did not make girls like you back then.

[adlered]

[ smug amusement. ] You should tell him to go to the gym more. Or work more often. I heard it does wonders for stamina. Not that perhaps you know the full effects, Inspector.

[ she stares at the hand, contemplating grabbing it before deciding against it since it's not really worth the the effort. ] They never have and never will make girls like me unless I let them. After all, I am The Woman.

[legwork]

[ Fah. "The Woman." Unimpressed! ]

Well acquainted with the literature already. [ small>Lestrade crosses his arms, tucking his hands neatly in the crook of each elbow. ] I'd rather take up a bit of that — what's it called? Ah, right: 'the sudoku'.