Um…. I wrote Martin Crieff/Greg Lestrade…
Local Flavor – Martin Crieff gets picked up at a bar by Greg Lestrade
This one is entirely RJ’s fault.
teaser below the cut
Greg smiled at the ginger. “Come here often?”
Martin stammered at the dark eyed, silver haired man. “Me?”
“Yeah, you,” Greg looked him up and down. “Haven’t seen you here before.”
Martin picked up his drink and quickly chugged the rest. “I’m an airplane Captain. Just here on a layover.”
“Oh, a Captain?” Greg stepped closer, touching his arm.
Blushing furiously, Martin stood a little straighter. “Yes.”
“Well since you’re only here for the night, I could show you something of the local flavor.”
Martin stammered, looking around a moment before meeting his eyes. “I suppose so. I’m Martin.”
“Greg,” he smiled warmly. “My car’s right outside.”
Watching Greg walk towards the door, Martin took a breath. Well it was better than sleeping on the plane, since he’d lost his hotel room to Douglas. Again. He followed Greg to his car.