#037: Ubiquitous: BBC Sherlock: Gen
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vocab_drabblesTitle: Ubiquitious
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Length: 500
Rating: Gen
Characters:Anthea, Mycroft, Lestrade, pre-Mystrade
Summary: Mycroft re-gifts some pumpkin spice biscuits.
Mycroft tried to close the lift doors, but his assistant was too quick for him.
“Sir,” she said with a knowing smirk at the garishly decorated little bag dangling from in his hand. Then she sniffed.
“Pumpkin spice biscuits, sir?”
“This time of year, pumpkin spice is ubiquitous,” he replied.
“Marjorie from Accounting strikes again!” she cried, giving her superior a look which clearly stated: ‘poor man, you can organise a coup, a stock market crash, and a city-wide traffic jam, but you cannot stave off one preternaturally-cheerful baking-minded number-cruncher in a fuzzy jumper!’
“A generous soul, Marjorie” Mycroft remarked, looking at the bag with consternation.
She could see him arrive at the decision that binning the whole thing at the office was too great a risk and that he would take care of it as soon as he reached his domicile.
She decided to take pity on him; after all, he did approve her fortnight holiday in January.
“Doctor Watson told me last week that Detective Inspector Lestrade is absolutely mad about pumpkin spice.”
Now she had his attention, his full attention.
“Indeed?”
He was scanning her face for signs of deception. Well, he’d find none.
“If he were, say, working late, finishing paperwork for a resolved case, he might appreciate a bit of a treat.”
She spoke the final word in almost a chirrup and batted her admittedly long, lush, fetching eyelashes in his direction.
The lift door opened.
“Good night, sir.”
“Good night.”
---
“Detective Inspector.”
“I come bearing gift,” said Mycroft, leaning in the doorway and holding up the bag.
Lestrade smiled. “Come in, come in.” He gestured to the chair on the far side of the desk. “What is it you have there?”
Mycroft passed the bag across the desk, and Lestrade peeked inside.
“Mmm! Pumpkin spice! My favourite. Let’s get some coffee and dig in!”
“Please, help yourself to the rest.”
“I can’t but notice you’ve only had one, Mister Holmes. You don’t like them.”
Mycroft shrugged. “I am enjoying your enjoyment more,” he admitted.
“Well, I’m not going to stand on ceremony or be polite,” said Lestrade, helping himself to another. He munched, then hummed his approval. He eyed the bag and added, “And in case you’re wondering, I don’t mind at all that your gift is a re-gift.”
Mycroft blushed.
“You might be able to bake these,” said Lestrade, “but the packaging?” He shook his head. “Not your style at all, I think.”
“I do bake,” protested Mycroft feebly. “Just not, you know, using this particular blend of flavourings.”
Lestrade chuckled. “I don’t bake at all, but these are delicious!” He ate another, then sniffed. “Do you know these rather taste like some a lady from the money side of things used to make and hand round. You couldn’t get away from her, and I never wanted to. Marjorie. She left, oh, a couple of years ago.”
Mycroft smiled and made a note to himself to see that Marjorie’s kindness was duly rewarded.
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Length: 500
Rating: Gen
Characters:Anthea, Mycroft, Lestrade, pre-Mystrade
Summary: Mycroft re-gifts some pumpkin spice biscuits.
Mycroft tried to close the lift doors, but his assistant was too quick for him.
“Sir,” she said with a knowing smirk at the garishly decorated little bag dangling from in his hand. Then she sniffed.
“Pumpkin spice biscuits, sir?”
“This time of year, pumpkin spice is ubiquitous,” he replied.
“Marjorie from Accounting strikes again!” she cried, giving her superior a look which clearly stated: ‘poor man, you can organise a coup, a stock market crash, and a city-wide traffic jam, but you cannot stave off one preternaturally-cheerful baking-minded number-cruncher in a fuzzy jumper!’
“A generous soul, Marjorie” Mycroft remarked, looking at the bag with consternation.
She could see him arrive at the decision that binning the whole thing at the office was too great a risk and that he would take care of it as soon as he reached his domicile.
She decided to take pity on him; after all, he did approve her fortnight holiday in January.
“Doctor Watson told me last week that Detective Inspector Lestrade is absolutely mad about pumpkin spice.”
Now she had his attention, his full attention.
“Indeed?”
He was scanning her face for signs of deception. Well, he’d find none.
“If he were, say, working late, finishing paperwork for a resolved case, he might appreciate a bit of a treat.”
She spoke the final word in almost a chirrup and batted her admittedly long, lush, fetching eyelashes in his direction.
The lift door opened.
“Good night, sir.”
“Good night.”
---
“Detective Inspector.”
“I come bearing gift,” said Mycroft, leaning in the doorway and holding up the bag.
Lestrade smiled. “Come in, come in.” He gestured to the chair on the far side of the desk. “What is it you have there?”
Mycroft passed the bag across the desk, and Lestrade peeked inside.
“Mmm! Pumpkin spice! My favourite. Let’s get some coffee and dig in!”
“Please, help yourself to the rest.”
“I can’t but notice you’ve only had one, Mister Holmes. You don’t like them.”
Mycroft shrugged. “I am enjoying your enjoyment more,” he admitted.
“Well, I’m not going to stand on ceremony or be polite,” said Lestrade, helping himself to another. He munched, then hummed his approval. He eyed the bag and added, “And in case you’re wondering, I don’t mind at all that your gift is a re-gift.”
Mycroft blushed.
“You might be able to bake these,” said Lestrade, “but the packaging?” He shook his head. “Not your style at all, I think.”
“I do bake,” protested Mycroft feebly. “Just not, you know, using this particular blend of flavourings.”
Lestrade chuckled. “I don’t bake at all, but these are delicious!” He ate another, then sniffed. “Do you know these rather taste like some a lady from the money side of things used to make and hand round. You couldn’t get away from her, and I never wanted to. Marjorie. She left, oh, a couple of years ago.”
Mycroft smiled and made a note to himself to see that Marjorie’s kindness was duly rewarded.
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