Sherlock Prompt Fic (part 3)
Fandom: Sherlock bbc
Rating: G
Characters: Sherlock, Watson
Summary: This is a continuation of my prompt fic, this times prompts being Free warren and Peaches:
Part One, Part Two
When Martin Irons walked down the steps from his office his main thought was whether it was worth buying a ticket for the next Spurs match or whether their current abysmal form meant that he’d just end up watching another humiliating defeat. What he hadn’t expected was to find himself with an escort composing of one tall, skinny, dark-haired bloke and another shorter fair-haired one.
“Hot Dog Danny said you might be able to put some work my way,” said the dark-haired one.
“Buy me a pint and we can discuss it,” Martin replied. He led them down various back streets to his chosen pub.
*****
Once in the Red Lion Sherlock left John to get the drinks whilst he went with Irons to a quiet corner of the pub.
“So, what do you want?” Irons asked.
“Join with you; help expand your area. I’ve got contacts south of the river.”
“It doesn’t work like that. You get given an area and you’ve got sole responsibility - all the profits are yours to keep, but you make sure no-one else gets to operate in your area.”
“Sounds good. A free warren.”
“What?” Irons looked blankly at him.
“Never mind. So how do I get into this?”
“I can put in a work for you. Cheers, mate.” The last being addressed to John who put two pints and a glass of water on the table.
The conversation turned to football and then, once Irons had drunk his pint, he stood up, looked at Sherlock and said “If you can be here Thursday lunchtime, about half past twelve, I’ll see what I can do for you.”
Once Irons had left Sherlock turned to John and said “Excellent. We’re making good progress. In forty-two hours I should have all the information Lestrade needs.”
*****
A couple of hours later Irons walked in to the corner shop near his flat. He asked the old lady at the till for twenty Benson & Hedges and then said to her “Tell your boss, those peaches I bought the other day, at least one of them is rotten.”
Rating: G
Characters: Sherlock, Watson
Summary: This is a continuation of my prompt fic, this times prompts being Free warren and Peaches:
Part One, Part Two
When Martin Irons walked down the steps from his office his main thought was whether it was worth buying a ticket for the next Spurs match or whether their current abysmal form meant that he’d just end up watching another humiliating defeat. What he hadn’t expected was to find himself with an escort composing of one tall, skinny, dark-haired bloke and another shorter fair-haired one.
“Hot Dog Danny said you might be able to put some work my way,” said the dark-haired one.
“Buy me a pint and we can discuss it,” Martin replied. He led them down various back streets to his chosen pub.
*****
Once in the Red Lion Sherlock left John to get the drinks whilst he went with Irons to a quiet corner of the pub.
“So, what do you want?” Irons asked.
“Join with you; help expand your area. I’ve got contacts south of the river.”
“It doesn’t work like that. You get given an area and you’ve got sole responsibility - all the profits are yours to keep, but you make sure no-one else gets to operate in your area.”
“Sounds good. A free warren.”
“What?” Irons looked blankly at him.
“Never mind. So how do I get into this?”
“I can put in a work for you. Cheers, mate.” The last being addressed to John who put two pints and a glass of water on the table.
The conversation turned to football and then, once Irons had drunk his pint, he stood up, looked at Sherlock and said “If you can be here Thursday lunchtime, about half past twelve, I’ll see what I can do for you.”
Once Irons had left Sherlock turned to John and said “Excellent. We’re making good progress. In forty-two hours I should have all the information Lestrade needs.”
*****
A couple of hours later Irons walked in to the corner shop near his flat. He asked the old lady at the till for twenty Benson & Hedges and then said to her “Tell your boss, those peaches I bought the other day, at least one of them is rotten.”