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Lestrade had been stopping by the flat during lunch breaks and those nights when Mycroft was out of town to practice with Sherlock for a few weeks when one afternoon, Sherlock pulled out an ancient turntable and an equally aged vinyl album.
"I don't suppose you know this golden oldie?"
"Well the Devil went down to Georgia
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal..."
Lestrade laughed. "Oh hell, no...."
Sherlock's eyes twinkled as he sang and played along with the song. Lestrade joined in, and by the end both of them needed to replace strings and bows.
"How did you find that?"
"In Myc's younger days, he frequented record stores and bought this for me as a joke...of course he regretted it later when he would be home on holidays back when...anyway...I would play the song on my violin until he went slamming out of the house. How did you-"
"Hmm...my dad loved country music...especially the stuff from the seventies, the funnier the better. He played the fiddle, got me interested in the violin, and we would play this when my mum and sisters were out of the house...our secret vice. Until a recital...I had terrible stage fright as a kid, and I totally blanked out everything I had learned that year except this song..."
"No...you didn't..."
"Oh yes, yes, I did..."
"Fire on the mountain, run boys, run
The Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in the bread pan pickin' at dough
Granny does your dog bite? No child, no..."
"My dad was torn between pride and embarrassment, and in the end, he laughed and took me out for a treat, even after my mum read me the riot act."
Sherlock laughed, trying to imagine a child version of Lestrade playing this song in front of a whole village. He couldn't.
"Damn, Greg..."
"Sarasate next time, yeah?"
"Sure. Sounds good, you ready for tomorrow?"
"Yeah, ready as I'll ever be, you picked up the rings?"
"No worries, they're up there next to Billy...they are beautiful, Greg."
"I figured since we weren't spending loads on the ceremony and the reception, and our honeymoon won't happen till we retire, might as well get rings that mean something."
"See you tomorrow? Noon?"
"Yep, thanks for everything, Sherlock. I appreciate...well...you know...'
"Yeah...go back to work, before people start talking."
"They do little else, you know..."
"Believe me, I know."