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Title: Father and Farther
(2nd in the Good Father Series)
Author: Morgan Stuart
Fandoms: Sherlock and The Professionals
Disclaimer: These universes do not belong to me; I'm just an appreciative visitor. I make no profit from this fan work.
Description: In the process of protecting his brother and himself, Mycroft Holmes solves a mystery more than four decades old.
Historian's Note: This takes place in 2005, approximately four-and-a-half years prior to the events in the Sherlock episode "A Study in Pink."
Author's Note: If I've done my job properly, familiarity with one of these two programmes is all you need in order for the story to work. This fits in the same universe as my Sherlock story "The Distance Getting Close," but no knowledge of that story is necessary for reading this one.

"Where've you been, then?" The man's tone conveyed interest, not accusation. His eyes never left the fresh green peppers as he sliced them into long, thin strips.

So it was to be stir-fry tonight.

Not exactly Bodie's favourite – it was healthy, after all – but he could hardly complain when Doyle was doing all the work. To be fair, preparing dinner was an act of self-defence for Doyle, wasn't it? If Bodie cooked, they'd have some greasy fry-up monstrosity that would shorten their life spans with every bite.

Every delicious bite.

Nights like this, when both men were home early enough to share a late meal together, were few and far between, thanks to the demands of their jobs. Bodie wasn't too proud to admit to himself how exceedingly grateful he was that this was one of those rare occasions.

He was, of course, far later than he'd intended to be.

With the hand that wasn't clutching hard-copy files as if he feared they might make an escape attempt, Bodie reached for one of the mushrooms that still awaited Doyle's knife. Doyle rapped his knuckles with the flat side of the blade. This was a ritual of theirs.

Only then did Doyle glance up. At once his fond smirk vanished. "What's happened?"

Bodie shrugged with one shoulder. "Had an unscheduled meeting, didn't I?"

The knife shifted in Doyle's fingers. He was no longer a whipcord-thin young lad who looked like a brawl about to happen – age had mellowed him and made him respectable, comfortable in his dignity and confident in his authority – but his body hadn't forgotten how to meet a threat. It resettled into something like contained, capable menace.

"Who with?" he asked.

"Easy, sunshine." Amusement and affection and gratitude warred within Bodie's chest. Considering recent events, it was a bit more emotion than he could handle at that particular moment. He looked away. "I can take care of myself. Who's the one in charge of black ops here, hmmm?"

"Tell me." Doyle's voice deepened to a rumble.

Bodie swallowed. "You know that posh bastard with the brolly?"

"Mycroft Ho—"


"Jesus, Bodie, he's not Lord Voldemort. We can say his name out loud."

"Wouldn't be too sure." A mirthless chuckle shook him as he perched on one of their breakfast bar stools.

Yeah, best to sit down before he fell down.

"It's been three days since our lads swept for bugs," Bodie continued, eyes roaming the surfaces and angles of their kitchen. "He's probably listening to us right now" – he raised his voice – "from that surprisingly conspicuous black car of his."

Truth be told, he was only half-joking.

"Got a ride, did you?" Doyle asked, wide-eyed. "I'm the head of CI-bloody-5—"

At Bodie's glare, Doyle rethought his wording.

"—well, the public part, the section that's not too covert to mention aloud—"

Mollified, Bodie nodded. This, too, was a ritual of theirs, too meaningful to resist even in the most stressful of hours.

"—and I've never been near that car. Christ, Bodie, why? What've you done?"

Bodie drew an expansive breath, a man preparing to dive into deep waters. The words swelled in his throat, too weighty to rise. Temporarily defeated, he closed his mouth and shook his head. Several heartbeats later a glass tumbler appeared before him.

Single malt scotch. The Cow's favourite. A show of support. An effort to comfort. A reminder of their partnership in this, whatever the hell it was, as in all things.

"Ta, mate." He took a sip, then another, and at last met Doyle's eyes. "What've I done, you ask? I fathered a son."

Doyle stared. It took him a very long time to blink.

"Samantha. Sammie. I told you about her."

Nodding slowly, Doyle said, "You were, what, sixteen? Looked for her later, but you couldn't find her."

"Yeah, that's the one. Big brown eyes that would melt you into a puddle. Kindest person you ever met. Smart, too – 'course she was, she was with me, right?" The joke tasted sour on his lips.

His gaze fell to his own strong forearm braced against the countertop. Doyle's hand came to rest there, just above Bodie's wrist, a slight pressure. The warmth of it seeped through Bodie's sleeve.

"She's dead, Ray," Bodie said. "Been dead most of my life. All this time, and I never thought, never even imagined…"

He surrendered the thought to silence.

With a gentle squeeze, Doyle removed his hand. He turned and packed the vegetables away in the refrigerator. Then, gathering up the bottle of scotch and a second tumbler, he shepherded Bodie over to their table.

"Why now?" Doyle asked when they were seated. "Why Holmes?"

This was a briefing: familiar, grounding.

"Despite all evidence to the contrary, he has a weakness: a younger brother. From what I gathered from everything he didn't say, the kid's mental. Brilliant, but mental. Apparently the man in question saved the brother's life, gave him direction, and now works with him, consults him. It's shaping up to be a long-term collaboration. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named began conducting the mother of all background searches…" He made a vague gesture, inviting Doyle to fill in the blanks.

"Because whoever could get to this man could get to Holmes's brother," Doyle supplied, "and whoever could get to his brother could get to Holmes himself."

"Got it in one," Bodie agreed. "While playing detective, he tracked me down." Arching an eyebrow, he added, "Not an easy feat these days, I needn't tell you."

"Would like to know how…" Doyle muttered, rubbing his chin absently.

"No, you wouldn't," Bodie said with conviction. "And neither would I." After a beat, "Have to figure it out, though, won't I?"

Doyle poured himself a drink. "How can you be sure the man's your son? Without a test?"

"Holmes offered to make one happen. God knows how. Doesn't matter. He's convinced, and…" Another shrug. "I don't need one, Ray. The timing's perfect. Everything fits." He opened the top file. "And there's this."

He withdrew a glossy picture, a candid shot too well focused and precisely framed to be the work of CCTV.

Doyle accepted it with careful fingers. He availed himself of the reading glasses in his pocket and hunched forward to study the photo.

A curly-headed, scarecrow-thin young man was striding off down the pavement as if he owned the street and everything on it. A second, older man stood nearby, arms crossed, observing the dramatic departure. A half-fond, half-exasperated smile twisted one corner of his lips.

"Christ," Doyle said.

"He has Sammie's eyes," Bodie said.

"And your mouth," Doyle said. "That's your grin, you mad berk." With a low whistle, he added, "He's bloody gorgeous."

"You'll love this: he's a copper."

"Seriously?" A delighted expression transformed Doyle's face, casting off more years and responsibilities than Bodie cared to count. "Well, you shouldn't be surprised: all the best men are, or were, you know. 'Course if the blokes at the Met back in my day looked like him, I'd've never left." A wink punctuated the gentle teasing.

Bodie rolled his eyes.

Sobering, Doyle asked, "So what's his story, then?"

"Not an easy one." Bodie's voice went soft even as it resettled into the cadence of a report. "There were complications with the birth. Sammie was very young. The doctors discovered she had a congenital heart condition, as well – too late. "

He stared at his fingers wrapped around the tumbler, not quite squeezing the glass. Calloused. Powerful yet, despite the years. Scarred.

"Her parents grudgingly took Greg – that's his name, Gregory Lestrade – but after a few years the responsibility put too much strain on an already unhappy marriage. After the divorce, Greg lived with the grandmother. She remarried when Greg was still a lad, and the new husband made it clear he had no use for the boy in the house. Greg spent increasingly more time on the streets, and finally moved out at fifteen."

An ache settled in Bodie's empty belly along with the scotch.

"He was a bit of a scrapper. Got into some trouble. Could've gone very wrong, could've become a statistic, but he didn't. He fought to make himself into something, to make a difference. Without help from anyone."

"Not, as I understand it," Doyle said, hushed but steady, "unlike his father."

Bodie frowned at the table. Of course there were reasons he'd left home and school at such an early age, drifted into the Merchant Navy, played the mercenary, joined the SAS. Distant history, irrelevant now.

"It didn't have to be that way for him," Bodie said. "If I'd known—"

"You didn't. No point in asking 'what if.' It worked out all right in the end, yeah? He has a good life?"

"He's a detective inspector now, with commendations and his own team. Of course, he gets up the noses of some of the higher ups—"

"Oh, he's definitely yours, then," Doyle offered.

"—but the way Holmes talked… Well, Greg managed to do what Holmes couldn't for his brother, didn't he? Never thought Mr My-Extra-Brolly-Is-Shoved-Up-My-Arse might respect anyone except his own reflection in a mirror, but he seems to think well of Greg. 'Dogged and tenacious,' he called him.

"Don't know that they've ever met in person, but Holmes has had Greg's life under a microscope for long enough to know him, regardless. And trust him with that mad brother of his."

Doyle peered at the photo again.

"Can't decide what makes me feel older," Bodie continued, hollow and spent at the end of his tale. "The fact my hair's white, the fact my son's is grey, or the fact you need reading glasses to see his picture properly."

An obscene gesture was his reply.

Yeah, well.

"I owe You-Know-Who a favour now," Bodie said, a confession and an apology. "I expect he's the sort who likes to be owed. And to collect."

"Nothing we can't handle." Doyle said it like a promise.

Eyes still on the photo, Doyle noted, "He's wearing a ring here. Are you a grandfather, too?"

The question struck Bodie physically, a knife between his ribs. "Ah… No. Almost."

He took another swallow of scotch and closed his eyes as he welcomed its fire. "His wife was killed last year. Car accident." How strange it was: mere hours ago he didn't even know of Greg's existence, and now he hurt for the man and all he had suffered. "She was five months pregnant."

Doyle let out a gust of breath. "God."


They'd each lost the chance to be a father, hadn't they? He and his son.

Then again, perhaps not entirely, at least in the broadest sense of the term. The photo of Greg and the younger Holmes suggested otherwise.

Bodie's stomach chose that moment to rumble in hungry complaint, and they both started and then chuckled in awkward surprise. Doyle matter-of-factly pulled out his mobile, ordered Bodie's favourite curry, and informed their security team of the takeaway's imminent delivery.

"Now then," Doyle said, gesturing toward the files with open hands, "why don't you introduce me to your son properly?"


Hours later, as night threatened to became morning, Doyle closed the last file and said simply, "He's a good man, Bodie." He placed the papers on top of the others to form a neat stack between the two of them, a guest at their table. "When are you going to meet him?"

"I'm not. He doesn't know about me, and he's not going to know." With an effort Bodie kept his voice even. The admission felt like another loss, another blow, but he knew in his very marrow that he was right in this. "What would I say? 'Nice to meet you, son. I'd tell you my name, but these days it's a state secret. I'd tell you what I do, but then I'd have to kill you.' Not going to happen."

"You could tell him what's written all over your face right now, and with good reason: you're proud of him."

A shake of the head. "I don't have the right."

"If you don't, who does? And if you won't, who will? Not his mum. Not his wife. Not his child." A sincere plea was etched into every line in Doyle's tired features. "He saved Holmes's brother; maybe Holmes is trying to give him back something in return. Something he needs."

Bodie, however, had thought this through; more to the point, he knew his own strengths and his weaknesses. "What he needs, with the job he has and the company he keeps, is looking after. I can do that best from the shadows, in secret. That's what I do, Ray. I can keep watch over him and try to fight back the danger when it comes."

"It's not an either-or proposition," Doyle said.

"Isn't it?" With a jerk of his chin, Bodie indicated the files. "Tell me that, if word gets out, his connection to me won't make him a target. That someone might not use him to get to me, or to get to you through me. You can't."

Doyle opened his mouth, shut it again, and scowled.

"His job's dangerous enough already – you've seen his record – and working with Holmes's brother can only make it more so," Bodie continued. "From the outside, I can help; from the inside, I can only be another threat."

He liked to think Greg would've understood.

He knew Cowley would've done.

"He's a good man, Bodie," Doyle said at last, repeating himself. "And so are you, you stupid sod."

The weight of Bodie's many what-might-have-beens felt just this side of crushing, but even so, a tightness eased in his chest at those words. He bowed his head.

"Say you'll sleep on it, at least," Doyle said.

Yeah, he could do that.

Doyle rose and touched Bodie's shoulder as he passed. "Don't stay up too late."

From the second file Bodie selected a recent newspaper clipping. Once more he considered the small portrait above the caption "DI Lestrade." He catalogued the traits he could read in that unsmiling face: the compassion and patience came from Sammie, and the frown of worry, the lines of weariness, came from the job. Loss and loneliness had left their traces of melancholy. But there was something else there, a steadfastness and sense of purpose, that was Greg's alone.

Bodie wondered if any of the strength and resolve in those dark eyes might be his own. He needed both right now.

As he replaced the clipping, his vision blurred.

His tumbler wasn't quite empty. He raised it in a silent toast. Only one person had ever been a father to him in any way that mattered. As he swallowed the last drop of scotch, he imagined what that man might say: "On yer bike, laddie."

Bodie nodded, squared his shoulders, and obeyed.


Sequel: Read the sequel: "I Wonder As I Wander."

Notes: Lewis Collins, who portrayed Bodie in The Professionals, was born in 1946. Rupert Graves, who portrays Lestrade in Sherlock, was born in 1963.

The title (and the story itself, in part) was inspired by Jim Boyd's song "Father and Farther."

Vital Stats: Originally written in November 2011.

Written for this prompt at sherlockbbc_fic.


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Nov. 16th, 2011 04:09 pm (UTC)
Oh, nifty! I admit, I was dubious when I started reading, but I like the world you created here, and it does all fit. Nicely done. Since I come from the Pros side of the spectrum, I was very pleased with the...taken-for-granted, strong partnership between Bodie and Doyle. And I enjoyed the Sherlock side as well. Thank you!
Nov. 16th, 2011 05:57 pm (UTC)
I'm so pleased you liked this! Thank you so much for your kind words. I'm especially pleased that The Lads' ongoing partnership seemed fitting to you. I love the idea that, as they've aged and matured, they can show a side of themselves to each other that they can't show the rest of the world. I'm tickled you liked the Sherlock part, as well! Thanks for giving this a chance. I really appreciate your lovely feedback.
Nov. 16th, 2011 04:42 pm (UTC)
I hate crossovers, even if it is two fandoms that I know and like. But I trust your writing.

I've never heard of The Professionals so I only had your characterizations. After reading, I know and like Brodie and Doyle and their shadow world.

this was a million layers of sad. Loss and grief and secrets and missed chances. I think what men would like to hear most is "You are a good man." I like how you applied that to both Lestrade and his secret dad. I like that Lestrade has a guardian angel out there.

Fun to see Lestrade and Sherlock from outside and Sherlock younger and lost. Hurry up, John!

I like how you try things, morgan. You are always stretching and challenging yourself. so good
Nov. 16th, 2011 06:05 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much for reading this, despite your dislike of crossovers!

I'm so glad (and relieved!) that Bodie and Doyle seemed compelling to you, despite the fact you didn't know them. To be honest, they're quite different from canon, anyway; the UK series ran from 1977-1983, so I've aged/matured them significantly (and assumed that Cowley, originally their boss, has passed away, as did the actor who portrayed him).

It's wonderful to hear that the sadness came through, as I really did hope to focus on missed chances. And I did love the idea of seeing the Sherlock gents from outside, for once. (Hurry up, John, indeed!)

I think what men would like to hear most is "You are a good man." I like how you applied that to both Lestrade and his secret dad.

I'm so happy this worked! And I agree: I can't think of a much higher compliment, or one a man would want to receive more. Doyle was something of the John of The Professionals, the moral compass, so the fact this comes from him carries a lot of weight.

And most importantly, thank you for the wonderfully kind words about my trying new things with my writing. That means so much to me! You can't imagine. I'm really grateful to you for your encouragement. Thank you.
Nov. 16th, 2011 05:02 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow, really well done. I'm not a big crossover reader but I'm in the Pros fandom and I enjoyed Sherlock very much so I plunged in. I love your twist and the reveal. I bought every word. :) I do happen to think that Lestrade does resemble a young Bodie. Thanks so much for an enjoyable tale.
Nov. 16th, 2011 06:08 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much for this! I'm delighted that this rang true for you and seemed believable. Thank you for reading it, despite the fact you're not a crossover fan. I'm particularly pleased that the twist and reveal worked for you. I appreciate your kind words!

I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one who sees a bit of Bodie in Lestrade. That wry look he gives Sherlock every now and then reminds me so much of Bodie's grin!

Thanks again.

Nov. 16th, 2011 05:39 pm (UTC)
Oh, well done! And I hope it will coax a few more newbies to give Pros a try!

Is there any e-mail address you'd like to include for possible Proslib feedback? The only story we have of yours is from 2004 so the addy is probably outdated.

Proslib business: proslib at gmail dot com

Nov. 16th, 2011 06:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm so happy you liked it! And I hope so, too. :)

Thanks for asking. I'll email it to you.

I appreciate it!

Edited at 2011-11-17 12:38 pm (UTC)
Nov. 16th, 2011 05:50 pm (UTC)
I saw the crossover and thought "hmm, interesting." Then as I read I thought "no way can Bodie be Lestrade's father he's not old enough. Oh, wait. Yeah, he is." As an old Pros fan from way back, and a current "Graves-digger", I have to say... boy, doesn't that make me feel old!

Nicely done. Thanks for sharing.

Now, of course, I want to see Bodie and Lestrade meeting....
Nov. 16th, 2011 06:19 pm (UTC)
no way can Bodie be Lestrade's father he's not old enough. Oh, wait. Yeah, he is.

I know, right? It makes me feel positively geriatric.

And then I realized that I haven't written a Pros story since 1998. Yep, I'm officially older than dirt. *hangs head*

It's always great to meet another "Graves-digger"! Thank you so much for reading this. I'm glad it worked for you. There's something about the similar way both Collins and Graves express wryness and amusement with their lips that struck a chord with me and made me go, "Aha!"

Augh, I'd love to see them meet, too!

Thanks again for your kind words.

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Nov. 16th, 2011 06:28 pm (UTC)
How brilliant is this!?! *spins you* Wish I could use two icons at once, so I could hit both fandoms.

And yeah, the hair, the grin... you can see a good argument for the likeness. Well done!
Nov. 16th, 2011 06:33 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm delighted you think so! *spins you back* I thought they were two great tastes that would taste great together. ;)

You've made me a very happy camper indeed. I'm so pleased that you see the resemblance, too.

Thanks so much for your kind words!
Nov. 16th, 2011 06:36 pm (UTC)
I have to confess that I only have a tiny bit of familiarity with The Professionals. In fact, I know Lewis Collins best from his guest appearance on Robin of Sherwood. *g* Anywaaaaaay, from what little I know of The Professionals, I really like where you've placed Bodie and Doyle in 2005. It makes sense in terms of their characters and their past. Of course, my favourite part of the story is the revelation that Lestrade is Bodie's son. The backstory you've created is inspired! :-) I find it quite moving that Mycroft would bring this important piece of information to Bodie's attention as a way of thanking Lestrade for everything he's done for Sherlock. Even if Bodie never chooses to reveal himself (though I'm hoping against hope that there might be a a sequel in which the truth somehow comes out), it's cool to think of him watching over Lestrade.
Nov. 16th, 2011 10:38 pm (UTC)
In fact, I know Lewis Collins best from his guest appearance on Robin of Sherwood. *g*

Oh my, didn't he have fun with that role? He really camped it up! A bit, ah, different than Bodie in some ways... in others, not so much. LOL.

I'm really thrilled you like how I've aged and changed their characters for 2005, and that this interpretation seems fitting to you. I'd hoped they'd still be recognizable as themselves, while their individual personalities and their relationship would seem more seasoned and comfortable.

I'm especially happy that the revelation that Lestrade is Bodie's son worked for you. Yay!

I find it quite moving that Mycroft would bring this important piece of information to Bodie's attention as a way of thanking Lestrade for everything he's done for Sherlock.

Wonderful! I'm so glad. It did seem a particularly humane thing for him to do, even if he can claim he's owed a favor later. *wink* I tend to think Mycroft likes to pay his debts, and he knows he owes Lestrade. And if this buys Lestrade -- and, by extension, Sherlock -- an extra guardian in high places, so much the better. (I also found it a bit funny that none of the three of them was concerned that they were violating Lestrade's privacy; they are all men who read people's classified files all the time and learn all sorts of things they shouldn't. It's part of their job descriptions.)

Oh wow, I hadn't even contemplated a sequel. I do love the idea of them meeting - talk about angst potential! (Hmmm...) But I also love the idea of Bodie serving as a guardian angel of sorts, acting out his fatherly impulse in the only way he thinks he can (much as I see Lestrade doing with Sherlock and others).

Your lovely comments have absolutely made my day. Thank you so much, my friend!
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Nov. 16th, 2011 08:57 pm (UTC)
What a clever crossover! :-)
Nov. 16th, 2011 10:26 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm so happy you thought so! Thank you for reading and for your kind words.
Nov. 16th, 2011 11:01 pm (UTC)
Oh, excellent! Yes, of course it works, and oh, my heart breaks for Bodie! ::sniffle:: But I'm glad he and Ray are together, bless their li'l hearts.

Nov. 17th, 2011 12:16 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm thrilled this worked for you! Poor, dear Bodie. *loves him* You know, I'm not usually a huge 'shipper in any 'verse, but when I tried to imagine the Lads older, I simply couldn't picture them apart. They had to be together! I'm very glad you liked this aspect of the story, in particular.

Thanks so much for reading, my friend, and for your lovely comments!

And much love for your emo!Bodie icon!
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Nov. 17th, 2011 12:46 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much! I'm delighted that you enjoyed this. I'm especially pleased that B&D's relationship worked for you; I loved the way you described it as "gentle yet masculine, tough but mellow." That's just what I was going for. Trying to imagine them in 2005, I thought that they've been together a long time, they're comfortable and familiar, and yet they're still dangerous, strong men with a lot of responsibility on their shoulders - and, most importantly, they're still partners, equals.

I really appreciate your reading this, especially since crossovers aren't really your thing. This has been brewing in my brain a while - I blame Lewis Collins and Rupert Graves for their grins *g* - and I finally had to write it, just to get it out of my brain! Ha. It means a lot to know that you liked this. Thanks for your lovely comments.
Nov. 17th, 2011 01:24 am (UTC)
Very interesting. I've never heard of The Professionals, but I like the feel of these guys. Such a sad world they all live in. Very interesting backstory you created, too.
Nov. 17th, 2011 01:28 am (UTC)
And I LMAO at Mycroft Holmes being more scary to invoke than Lord Voldemort. Tom Riddle may be powerful, but Mycroft is a Holmes.
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Nov. 17th, 2011 02:08 am (UTC)
I looked up the show and he totally does look like Lestrade's dad. Wow! No wonder you liked it back in the day. :)
Nov. 17th, 2011 12:56 pm (UTC)
I'm so tickled you think so, too! When playing Bodie, Collins had this habit of crossing his arms, leaning against a wall... and he had this patient, half-amused, half-exasperated grin that really does remind me of Graves's Lestrade.

It's not the best angle, but I found a picture of that tolerant/amused look (this was when he was in his thirties, during the series):

bodie professionals grin Pictures, Images and Photos

Edited at 2011-11-17 04:57 pm (UTC)
Nov. 17th, 2011 05:49 am (UTC)
Oh yes... instant head canon! But you HAVE to write the story where Bodie and Lestrade meet up, sorry but you just HAVE to! (And I'd LOVE to see Bodie and Doyle kick Moriarty's ass!)
Nov. 17th, 2011 01:04 pm (UTC)
Woohoo! This made your head canon! I'm honoured. Thank you. :)

Augh, you said the dreaded "s" word! I hadn't planned on a sequel, honestly. I can't make any promises. But I really appreciate your interest. And damn, it would be fun to see Bodie and Doyle kick Moriarty's ass, wouldn't it? ("You don't know me, son, but I'm your father. And to make up for all those birthdays I missed, here's a gift. Was this little man troubling you? He won't be anymore...") Get the two of them alone in a room with Jim for a few minutes, and he'd be begging to be handed over to Sherlock. LOL!

Thank you so much for reading, and for your great comments. They're most appreciated!

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Nov. 17th, 2011 07:58 am (UTC)
I happen to be a huge fan of crossovers; Pros is my eternal fandom while Sherlock is still very much my fresh new kid on the block. You managed to combine the two seamlessly! Bittersweet, for Bodie, learning of a son he didn't get to see grow up (I love his response to Doyle, when Doyle tells him he should feel proud of Greg, "I don't have the right.")
Bodie's thoughts about Cowley as the closest thing he'd ever had to a father rang so true; his toast at the end was quite moving *sob*
Nov. 17th, 2011 01:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for your lovely comments! I'm so happy this worked for you (and that you're a fan of both 'verses). I'm thrilled that you found the blending of the two to be believable. And poor, dear Bodie: bittersweet is just what I was aiming for.

(I love his response to Doyle, when Doyle tells him he should feel proud of Greg, "I don't have the right.")

Oh, this is great to hear. I'm glad this seemed fitting to you.

It struck me that this ended up being a bit about father figures in all their forms (including Lestrade's relationship with Sherlock), so I simply had to bring Cowley back in at the end. I'm really pleased this rang true for you. It means a lot to know the end was properly moving.

You've made my day. Thank you for your kind words! They're most appreciated.
Nov. 17th, 2011 09:21 am (UTC)
Never saw The Professionals (Yank here) but nevertheless I find this a fascinating, moving story. The characterizations of Mycroft, Lestrade, and Sherlock are spot on, so I'm guessing your others are as well.

Well done!
Nov. 17th, 2011 01:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading, even though you weren't familiar with The Professionals! I appreciate it so much. It's wonderful to hear that this still worked for you despite this. As it was, I felt like I had to reintroduce Bodie and Doyle to a degree anyway, because the show ended in 1983, and so I had the opportunity to age/mature them a bit. Although they are both more hands-on (in different ways) in their efforts, their world isn't that different, I think, than Mycroft's, so I hoped it would make sense to combine them this way.

I'm so very happy you found this to be interesting and moving and, most especially, in character for Mycroft, Lestrade, and Sherlock. I was fascinated with the idea of seeing them from an outside perspective, and it's great to know they still seemed like themselves.

This one has been "percolating" a ridiculously long time, so it means a lot to me that you enjoyed it. Thank you for your lovely comments!
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