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The Tale Of The Ruined Vacation (1 & 2/? - A “The Family Business” Story)

Hopefully I can finish this one up by midnight tonight! But here is the first chapter of the fic with a link to the second chapter. This ia a story in my Elementary/Sherlock crossover series where the Sherlocks are related.

The Tale Of The Ruined Vacation - Lestrade finally gets to come visit Joan in New York, but their plans go awry when they're forced to work on a cross-jurisdictional case.

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“So. You’re really going to come visit me. I’m glad.” Joan was walking around her room, cell phone pressed to her ear. She had a smile on her face because in less than twenty-four hours her boyfriend was going to be in town. The boyfriend she hadn’t seen since a few days into the new year, which was two months ago. She was excited, but she was trying not to get overly excited while on the phone with him. “When does your flight come in?”

“Tomorrow at six in the morning your time,” Lestrade replied.

“That’s…really early,” she said.

“You don’t have to meet me at the airport. I can easily take a cab,” he said.

“No! No, I’m going to meet you. I’m usually up at that point anyway. Sherlock is an early riser.” She looked at her clock. It was eight in the morning for her, which meant it was one in the afternoon for him. If his flight was coming in at six AM her time tomorrow morning, that meant he was leaving at ten PM today her time, which mean for him it was three in the morning. “Aren't you going to be exhausted when you get here, Greg? I mean, your flight is leaving at three in the morning your time.”

“I plan on sleeping on the plane,” he replied. “It was the only one I could get after work today that would get me there early tomorrow. And if I am tired I can always go to my hotel room and rest for a bit.” He paused. “Though I will admit I would much rather spend time with you instead of sleeping.”

She was quiet for a moment. “If you don't mind the company I could maybe rest next to you,” she said. “I mean, nothing is going to happen, but...I wouldn't mind. To be honest I miss being close to you. Two months is really a long time.”

“Trust me, I know,” he said with a sigh. “But just think about the fact that tomorrow morning you get me for three weeks. And I bet your Sherlock might even let you have some time all to yourself, too.”

“Oh, he better, because if he doesn't he might find all of his favorite tea and coffee blends in the garbage, among other things,” she said.

Lestrade chuckled. “You can be quite evil, I think.”

“I just really missed you,” she said. “I talk to you every day but it's not like you're here. It's not like I can pick up a phone and arrange a date and then see you immediately. I mean, how much planning did all of this take?”

“A lot,” he conceded. “But it's going to be worth it. I mean, you think that, right?”

“It is. And I do. But there's times I wish things were easier, that we were closer.”

“It could always happen later. You could move to London or I could move to New York,” he said quietly. “Or we could figure something else out. But for now, let's just think about the fact we'll be in the same city again for three weeks.”

“I know. I'm happy for that, I really am. I just wish it could be longer.” She sat down on the edge of her bed. “Maybe after you go back I can come visit or something. I know John would probably love to see me and so would his family. Even Harry, I think.”

“He told me he envies me right now,” he said with a chuckle. “And so has Sally. I think he brings it up at least once a day around her.”

“Well, I don't talk to him every day like I talk to you. He probably just misses me.”

“Trust me, he does. I think everyone here does. It was nice to have you around even after your Sherlock left.”

“I miss everyone there too,” she said with a sigh. “I really hate that now a large chunk of my friends are an entire ocean away. I mean, I have friends here, but Sally and Molly are really good friends as well. And I adore Mrs. Hudson. And I even miss your Sherlock, too.”

“You actually miss him?” Lestrade asked, surprised. “Because if you miss him you can have him for a while.”

“Is he being insufferable again?” she asked.

“Not as bad as he used to be. Molly is a very good influence on him. I even catch him every once in a while with a genuine smile on his face. It's strange, but much better than the ones he fobbed off on all of us before he started dating her. But he's getting antsy. I think he might be paying a visit soon enough. Something about settling some old business.”

She was quiet. While Sherlock knew the truth about Irene being alive and so did John, as far as she knew no one had told Lestrade. But he was going to be in New York and there was no way Irene was going to be able to hide from him for three weeks. She debated it in her head for a moment before she spoke. “Speaking about that. There's something you should know. About his cousin's girlfriend.”

“That she's really Irene Adler? I already know,” he said.

“What? How?” she asked, shocked.

“Sherlock thought it was pertinent information I knew before I came out to visit. I assumed he had their permission to tell me. Is that not the case?”

“I don't know,” she said. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I mean, she's still kind of in hiding.”

“It's all right. I can always pretend I don't know who she really is if it's not something I'm supposed to know,” he said.

“You know that won't work. They both know you aren't stupid.”

“Well, I can try.” He was quiet for a moment and she waited. “It appears I have a new case to look over. I'll see you tomorrow morning, all right?”

“It won't keep you in London past tonight, will it?” she asked nervously.

“Sally is more than capable of handling it on her own. And besides, it sounds like the type of case that's right up Sherlock's alley. Knowing him he'll solve it before he goes to sleep tonight and I won't even need to bother.”

Joan laughed. “Well, then don't let me keep you.”

He was quiet again. “Is our relationship to a point where I can say something without being too forward?”

“It depends on what you want to say,” she said, rather hoping it was what she thought he was hinting at, because if it was she felt the same way. “Would it be a three word sentence?”

“It would.”

“Then you should probably just say it,” she said as she grinned even though he couldn't see her.

“I love you, Joan.”

Her grin got even wider. “I love you too, Greg.”

“I'll see you tomorrow morning, then. Bye.”

“Bye,” she said, hanging up. She got up off of her bed and after a moment did a dance that Holmes would have teased her about if he had seen it. After a moment she composed herself before heading down the stairs. Irene and Holmes were already up, moving around in the kitchen. She went over to the kettle. “Good morning,” she said with a wide grin.

“Someone looks decidedly chipper this morning,” Holmes said, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, hush,” Irene said, swatting her own boyfriend. “Her boyfriend is coming to visit tomorrow. I'd be happy too if I was in her position.”

“Yes, but she looks downright giddy,” Holmes said, narrowing his eyes.

“Well, if you must know, something rather big just happened,” she said.

Irene gasped slightly. “Did you two just admit what I'm fairly sure we knew a month ago?”

“I knew it when she came back from London,” Holmes said.

“I didn't even know it when I came back from London,” Joan said, rolling her eyes. “But yes. There was an admission this morning.”

“Congratulations,” Irene said with a wide smile. Then she looked at Holmes, who was shaking her head. “You should be happy for your best friend.”

“She could do worse,” he said thoughtfully.

“If you aren't careful I'm going to throw something at you,” Joan said as Irene swatted at Holmes's shoulder. “Something hard that will leave a bruise.”

“I'll hold him still while you aim,” Irene said.

“What? It's the truth. I've seen her do worse already. Remember the blind date your friend set you up on, where the man was married?” Holmes pointed out. “Or the man who flirted with you at the park who ended up having an arrest record longer than my arm? Or--”

“Enough,” Joan said wearily, holding up her hand. “I get your point. Yes, I could do worse. But I really like him, Sherlock. So if you screw it up you might not live long enough to see the birth of your child.”

Holmes looked at her. “You really do love him. I don't think I'd have imagined you using homicide as a threat to keep me in line.”

“Yeah, well, don't see if I'll actually do it.” She took the kettle and filled it with water. “He knows, by the way. About Irene. Your cousin thought he should.”

“I'm glad one of you told him, though I wish Sherlock had asked us first,” Irene said with a sigh. “I don't think I would have liked hiding in my bedroom for three weeks.”

“I could have made that enjoyable,” Holmes said.

“Sherlock,” Irene said, shaking her head with a smile on her face. “You're incorrigible.”

“Only with you.” He gave her a grin before turning back to Joan. “As it stands, I think it's a good thing. I trust Lestrade to keep her secret. And it means we can continue on much the same way we have since we all began living together.”

“Which will be very nice,” Irene said.

“Yeah, it will,” Joan said. “I didn't like keeping that from him, but it wasn't my secret to tell.”

“I would have understood if you told him. From everything I've heard he's a good man,” Irene said. “I was thinking of making some crepes for breakfast. Would you like some?”

“I would love some,” Joan said with a smile as Holmes's cell phone went off. Then Joan groaned. “Not a case.”

“I can handle it on my own if it is,” he said, waving his hand as he answered it and moved out of the kitchen to take his call.

Irene looked over at her. “We both know he'll rope you into helping him one way or another,” she said.

“That's what I'm afraid of,” she said with a sigh.

“Well, at least you'll have Greg here to be there when you aren't working,” Irene said. “Let's start making breakfast, shall we? This is a craving that won't leave.”

Joan smiled at her. “I don't think I'd deal with pregnancy cravings half as well as you do.”

“It helps I don't get very strange ones,” she said with a chuckle. “Though I do keep sending Sherlock out all over Manhattan to get food I miss from home. Part of me really does crave the food, but another part of me enjoys watching him tear the city apart to find it.”

Joan laughed. “You are evil sometimes, Irene.”

“Well, I try.” She tilted her head slightly as Holmes came in again. “Interesting case?”

Holmes looked at Joan. “Did Lestrade get a case as you were on the phone with him?” he asked.

Joan nodded. “Yeah, he did. Why?”

“I think his vacation has become a working vacation. Gregson said this was a cross-jurisdictional case, and Scotland Yard decided that since he was going to be here anyway Lestrade would be their man on this.”

“This is not what I wanted to hear,” Joan said, hanging her head. “He deserves an actual vacation. And I deserve it, too.”

“We will do everything we can to solve it quickly,” Holmes said. “As it stands, we can get started as soon as we eat. If we can make some headway before he gets here at least it will be a start.”

“I suppose so,” she said, biting back a sigh. “Let's eat and then head out. The faster we solve this the happier I'll be, and the happier Greg will probably be, too.”

“I understand,” Holmes said with a nod.

Joan turned away and put the kettle on the stove. This was definitely a complication none of them needed, but it appeared as though neither she or Lestrade were going to be lucky enough for things to go their way right off the bat. Still, she had hope that they could solve it quickly. Whatever the case might be, her Sherlock was going to be on it, and no one else involved were slouches, either. So the sooner they got started to sooner it would be solved and the happier they would all be.

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