#lestrade imagines

Imagine: Lestrade and Mycroft trying to cheer you up when you’re crying. [x] [x]

Mycroft looked up from the book he was reading and stared towards you. You were crying; there’s no doubt about that. And, he felt as if he should do something. Mycroft cast his gaze to Greg, the only other person in the room. Lestrade awkwardly stood, not knowing what to do.

     “Don’t cry,” Lestrade pleaded, “There’s nothing to cry over, really. Everything worked out in the end.”

     You did not stop crying.

     “Come now, Y/N,” Mycroft smiled, putting down his book and making eye contract with you, “Crying is hardly a way to show off your intellect. We need you- we need you sharp.”

     You gave a faint smile. He was right.

Imagine: Working with Lestrade and John Watson figuring out Lestrade has a crush on you. [x] [x]

“He likes you, doesn’t he?” John asks standing beside you, looking towards Lestrade.

     You blush and stutter, “W-What? What are you talking about? Greg? No, he doesn’t like me. You’re being ridiculous, John.”

     John smiles knowingly and you shove him gently to the side. It only made John more certain that you liked Lestrade as much as Lestrade liked you. Ever since his divorce, he’d been more reserved- but, then you walked into his life and he was happier. Of course, you didn’t see that...

     But, everyone else did.

     “You think he really likes me?” you murmur after a minute of silence.

    “I know he does- you should ask him out for drinks. I’m certain he’d say yes.”

    “I... I’ll think about it.”

Lestrade: Y/N, what the hell are you doing?

Lestrade: No! Y/N, don’t do that, you’ll get hurt!

Y/N:*sitting with Bingy (Army Dog)* Such a good dog.

Lestrade: So this is a army dog?

Y/N:Mhm, but he can be a total sweetheart

‘  Y/N: I don’t know. I like tall guys, like Sherlock. No offence John.

  John: None taken.

  Sherlock: Tallness is an illusion. Advantages of a good coat and a short friend.

  *Lestrade tries to make himself taller.*