Blurb about Greg Lestrade and his red-tailed hawk daemon, Lianne:The brush of feathers over his cheek woke Greg from the light sleep he'd fallen into God only knew how long ago. He slowly opened his eyes, peering up at Lianne from beneath his lashes. "Lia...honey...please I just want to sleep..."
"Your phone is buzzing." Lianne's feathers ruffled a bit, and her golden eyes narrowed. "Did you tell the buffoons that you work with that you were on holiday?"
He gave his daemon a cold glare as he reached around her and grabbed his mobile off the bedside table, grumbling as it began to vibrate against his palm. He rolled onto his back as he answered the call, not at all surprised when Lianne leapt up onto his stomach. "Lestrade."
"Hello, Detective Inspector," the voice of Sherlock's elder brother drifted across the line and Greg barely managed to bite back his groan of disbelief. "I'm terribly sorry to disturb you on your holiday but I'm afraid I need to ask a favour."
Greg saw Lianne's glare even as the hawk shook her head, clearly having heard Mycroft. "What's Sherlock done now?" He winced when Lianne dug her talons into his stomach. Oh this day was not going to be good. After getting the information he ended the call and looked at Lianne, ready to speak only to have her huff.
"Don't even, Greg," she snapped as she hopped off him and flew across the room, clearly not happy to have their holiday interrupted because of the Holmes brothers.
"I'll make it up to you, Lia."
"Hmm." She turned her back on him. "Whatever, Greg." Lianne
is a French name meaning "sun"