Um…. I wrote Martin Crieff\/Greg Lestrade…<\/p>\n
Local Flavor<\/a> –\u00a0Martin Crieff gets picked up at a bar by Greg Lestrade<\/p>\n This one is entirely RJ’s fault.<\/p>\n teaser below the cut<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Greg smiled at the ginger. “Come here often?”<\/p>\n Martin stammered at the dark eyed, silver haired man. \u201cMe?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, you,\u201d Greg looked him up and down. \u201cHaven\u2019t seen you here before.\u201d<\/p>\n Martin picked up his drink and quickly chugged the rest. \u201cI\u2019m an airplane Captain. Just here on a layover.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, a Captain?\u201d Greg stepped closer, touching his arm.<\/p>\n Blushing furiously, Martin stood a little straighter. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell since you\u2019re only here for the night, I could show you something of the local flavor.\u201d<\/p>\n Martin stammered, looking around a moment before meeting his eyes. \u201cI suppose so. I\u2019m Martin.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGreg,\u201d he smiled warmly. \u201cMy car\u2019s right outside.\u201d<\/p>\n Watching Greg walk towards the door, Martin took a breath. Well it was better than sleeping on the plane, since he\u2019d lost his hotel room to Douglas. Again. He followed Greg to his car.<\/p>\n