Two fics for help_japan
Someone won a bid of mine for 
help_japan and asked for some Sherlock fics. So here they are!
Title: I'll never let you lose sight of yourself
Author: Chef_Hector
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,014
Pairings: Mycroft/Lestrade mentions of John/Sherlock
Warning: M/M Relationships
Summary: Mycroft pushes himself too hard and Lestrade can't watch anymore.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Note: This is for
cinderblock42 and her bid.I must give thanks to blooms84,lucybun,and matilda36 for their help and putting up with 900 e-mails.
Gregory Lestrade reached out for his partner but was met with cold sheets instead. This was the fourth time in a row this week. He had to sleep at some point in time. Greg ran a hand over his face before he pulled the covers back and went in search of his wayward love. He found him in the same place he had found him the three previous nights: in his office pacing and talking into his phone.
Mycroft Holmes looked every bit like a man who had spent the last four nights trying to prevent a war. The man looked so worn it made Greg’s heart hurt. There were bags under his eyes and the lines on his face seemed much deeper than they were a few days ago, making Mycroft look much older than he was.
Without much thought Greg crossed the room and stood behind Mycroft. Mycroft had yet to notice that his partner was there, but stopped pacing to talk aggressively to whomever was on the other end of the phone. Whatever suggestion they had made to Mycroft was not good enough. While Mycroft stood still, Greg wrapped his arms around the man. Mycroft gave him a shove and a glare, causing Greg to frown slightly. He knew that Mycroft wasn’t upset at him, but still the rejection stung a little. They had been together for years, but Mycroft’s thoughtlessness still hurt.
Mycroft must have seen the hurt in Greg’s eyes because his face softened just slightly. He motioned for Greg to have a seat, which he took. He watched as Mycroft resumed his pacing and conversation. This had to stop. The man couldn’t keep going like this. He was going to sleep tonight, even if Greg had to use every bit of emotional blackmail he could think of.
After what felt like a lifetime, the phone call ended. Mycroft looked more worn than he did before. Greg felt love and sadness for his man, and it must have showed in his eyes, because Mycroft snapped
“Don't look at me that way.”
“You need sleep Mycroft. You have been up for going on four days now.”
“I am quite aware of how long it has been, Gregory.”
“How long do you think you can keep this up? You need to rest.”
“I will go as long as I need to go Gregory. Some of us have more important things to do than sleep.”
"Nothing is more important than your health, Mycroft. How good are you going to be to anyone if you drop from a heart attack?”
Mycroft’s phone rang and he didn’t hesitate in answering it. Greg let out a frustrated sigh before standing up.
“I can’t do this. I’m not just going to sit around and watch you destroy yourself. I love you far too much to just sit back and watch."
It was the first time he had ever said that to Mycroft. Greg left the room without looking back. He was almost certain he would not be able to go back to sleep, so he decided he would get changed and head to the office to work on some of his ever growing pile of paperwork.
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It was well into the evening when Gregory Lestrade came home. He had spent the time before his shift catching up on his paperwork, and had spent his actual shift with Sherlock, chasing a suspect around London. Sherlock was actually a bit nice to him. At least Sherlock’s version of nice. There were still insults, but they didn’t seem to have the bite behind them that they normally had. His relationship with Doctor Watson must be helping him be more human.
Mycroft hadn’t sent him a text or called all day. Maybe he was more into their relationship than Mycroft was, Greg thought. He used his key to get into their (at least for the time being) home. He took off his coat and shoes before heading to the kitchen. There had to be something to eat in the fridge, or at the very least a beer. As he reached into the fridge for said beer, he failed to notice someone joining him in the kitchen.
“Did you mean it?”
While most people would have jumped, Greg had gotten used to Mycroft sneaking up on him so he just grabbed the bottle out of the fridge before turning to face Mycroft. It looked like the man had thankfully gotten some sleep after Greg had left.
“Which part?” he asked before taking a long sip from the bottle.
“Where you said that you loved me.”
“Yeah, I did. I do love you.”
“I must say that I hadn’t expected you to come home tonight.”
Greg shrugged and took another drink.
“I live here. Where else would I go?”
“I thought after the past few days you would…wish to live somewhere else.”
Greg set down his beer and went over to Mycroft. He smiled softly at his love before giving him a soft kiss.
“There is nowhere else I would rather be. I know how you get when you are working. I’m sure I get the same way when I work on my cases.”
Mycroft reached out to touch Greg’s cheek but instead reached out to brush a nonexistent speck of dust off of his partner’s shoulder.
“I promise I will try to take better care of myself.”
“I’ll be here to remind you if you don’t. Stopped the war, did you?”
Mycroft raised an eyebrow as if he was offended that Greg even asked that.
“I always do. This one just took longer than first anticipated.”
“Yeah, you always do. I always have faith in you.”
Mycroft smiled softly before pulling Greg into his arms. Greg couldn’t help but bury his face in the neck of the one person who meant the world to him. The one person he just knew he couldn’t give up.
“Gregory?”
“Yeah, love?”
Mycroft gently pulled his partner’s face up so he could look directly at him before giving him a kiss.
“I love you too.”
End
Title: Sins of omission
Author: Chef_Hector
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,958
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade
Warning: M/M Relationships
Summary: How much do you know about the person you are dating? Is it the truth?
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Note: This is forcinderblock42 and her bid. I must give thanks to blooms84,lucybun,and matilda36 for their help and putting up with me when I write.
Lestrade looks at the paperwork on the man currently sitting in a cell. Sherlock Holmes.
On one hand, the man did break into a home. On the other, he did solve the case and help bring a serial murderer to justice. The man is completely coked out of his mind, but he is brilliant. Maybe, maybe if he sobered up he would be of some use to the police.
Lestrade knows what he should do. Sherlock Holmes broke the law by breaking into that home, but some part of Lestrade can’t arrest and charge the man for that. The owner was someone who murdered three little girls. Who is the D. I. to complain about someone breaking and entering? He can’t. Lestrade knows this may very well come back to haunt him, but he can’t put this Sherlock Holmes in jail.
Just as he is about to tear up the papers on Sherlock Holmes, the door to his office opens and a man steps in. Lestrade raises his eyes and sees a perfectly dressed gentleman with the sharpest eyes he has ever seen and a wicked, arrogant smile.
“Can I help…”
“Sherlock Holmes is being held here, correct?”
“Yeah that’s..”
“You are going to release him. He helped solve your crime.”
“I know, but..”
“You can’t possibly intend to hold him because he broke into a serial murder’s house? That man killed three innocent little girls. Are you saying that it would be better if the killer were still on the streets?”
“No, I’m…”
“Good. Then you will release Sherlock at once.”
With that the man turns around and leaves. Lestrade isn’t exactly sure what just happened. He isn’t sure who the well-dressed man is, and he thinks he should probably be insulted by his behavior, but the man piercing eyes and astonishing attitude have him intrigued. He hopes he’ll show up again.
The D. I. tears up the papers and calls for his officers to release Sherlock Holmes.
*********************
Luckily, Sherlock Holmes is quite prone to reckless behavior so the visits from the intriguing man continue. In three months the mysterious man had been by six times.
Until one day at the end of a visit the man turns to Lestrade, and says, “Oh, and we have reservations for tomorrow night: The Savoy at 8. Wear a tie; they can be so fussy about dress code. And don't be late.”
Lestrade blinks. He isn’t sure if he heard the man right.
“Reservations? I don’t even know your name.”
“Oh, but I know yours. Now, 8 tomorrow at The Savoy. Don’t be late. I detest tardy people.”
With a dramatic swing of his umbrella, the man leaves. It isn’t until later that Lestrade realizes that he isn’t bothered as much by the fact that someone who is practically a stranger asked him out, as that he isn’t quite sure he owns a tie.
It turns out that he actually does own a tie. And it turns out the man does have a name: Mycroft.
*******************
One date leads quickly to another, which leads to several more. Mycroft is sharp, witty and very funny. A pleasure to talk with and very, very attractive. Lestrade could feel himself falling slowly but surely deep for this man. Mycroft was mysterious, arrogant and too smart for his own good, but he was loyal, honest and passionate about Greg like nobody had ever been before. Mycroft had been courting Greg and where the gallant gesture should have pissed off Greg (he wasn't after all a teenage girl) all that they did was to make Lestrade giggle like a teenage girl. They quickly fall into a relationship that makes Lestrade happier than he can ever remember being.
But Mycroft remains mysterious, hard to pin down. And about six months into the relationship, Lestrade finds out how very little he knows about his partner.
It starts with a case. Double suicide. Lestrade calls Sherlock Holmes down to verify that it actually is suicide before closing the case. Much to Sherlock’s disappointment, it actually is a double suicide.When Sherlock is disappointed he lashes out at whoever is standing closest to him. This time Lestrade is the closest, and therefore, the focus for Sherlock’s anger.
When Lestrade turns to face Sherlock, he can tell the man is high. His pupils are blown wide and there are the tell-tale tremors. This is not going to happen anymore, thinks the D. I. Lestrade is putting his foot down. He points angrily at Sherlock as he talks to him.
“You! Off my scene now. Don’t even think about coming back until you have sobered up. If you’re high I will not let you work with the Met again. Got it?”
Sherlock looks at Lestrade for a few seconds before letting out a laugh.
“You will never be able to solve a complex case without me, you incompetent fool. Just because you are my brother’s newest pet doesn’t mean you know everything. Or anything, for that matter.”
Lestrade stops in his tracks, the shock of this news evident on his face.
“B-Brother?”
“Oh yes. Your precious Mycroft is my brother. I’ve seen him do this plenty of times before. When things get slow at work he likes to find a new pet to occupy his time. He won’t be around for long, I can guarantee.”
Sally appears out of nowhere and grabs Sherlock.
“In the car, Freak.”
Lestrade can only watch as Sally shoves her hand into one of Sherlock’s coat pockets and pulls out a small plastic bag. He is too far away to tell what is inside, but he can venture a guess. Sally placed him under arrest and shoved him into a car. Once the car was out of sight Sally walks over to Lestrade and puts a hand on his shoulder.
“Are you ok?”
All Lestrade can manage to do is nod and mutter something about getting back to the office. With Sherlock in the cells, Mycroft is sure to show up. Lestrade needs some time to think about what he is going to say when Mycroft does show up. This is not going to be pretty.
*********************
It is almost the end of Lestrade’s shift when Mycroft makes an appearance. Lestrade had been unable to concentrate on his job and spent all his time thinking about Mycroft. He had fallen hook line and sinker for the man and this just made him hurt more. All this love, all those moments spent together, the laughter, the passion, had they been lies? When he finally arrives Mycroft doesn't knock and his arrival isn't announced. The arrogance of presuming his welcome, tips Lestrade into a rage.
“I understand Sherlock has been detained by your officers once again.”
Lestrade can’t bring himself to look up from his paperwork.
“Yes…Your brother is in a cell.”
“So you know.” His calm demeanor only fueled the anger in Lestrade.
“Yeah. I know that drug addict is your brother. Something I should have heard from you first. Want to know what else he had to say?”
“Gregory…”
“He called me your latest pet. Said I’m something to just pass the time while things are slow at your job.”
“Gregory, please…”
Lestrade throws his pen down on his desk and finally looks up at Mycroft. “Please, nothing! What do I really know about you? Is your name really Mycroft? What do you really do for a living? Did you ever care about me?”
“Let me explain…”
“There is nothing to explain. Just…get your brother and get out. Just…go. I don’t want to see you or him again.”
“Gregory…”
“Out!”
Lestrade returns to his paperwork, not looking at Mycroft again. When the door clicks, signaling that Mycroft is gone, Lestrade picks up some random book off his desk; throwing it at the closed door before letting out a shaky breath.
Now what is he going to do?
******************
It has been three months since his confrontation with Mycroft. Three of the most painful months of Lestrade’s life. It is three months that he spent doubting everything. And it doesn’t help that Sherlock keeps showing up to crime scenes. Sally is always was there to not-so-kindly remove Sherlock. Lestrade knows he shouldn’t be this petty, and that it’s not really Sherlock’s fault the relationship went sour. Sherlock Holmes is a brilliant man. He has proven himself useful on many cases, but right now Lestrade just doesn’t want anything to do with him.
Lestrade is getting ready to leave the office late one afternoon when his door opens. Sherlock Holmes is standing in the doorway, looking cleaner than Lestrade had seen him in months. It makes Lestrade feel good. Sherlock’s mind is too brilliant to rot away on drugs. But Lestrade still isn’t in the mood to be friendly.
“You haven’t called me in three months,” says Sherlock.
“I haven’t needed you in three months. Now get the hell out of my office.”
“You do need me. You have four cases right now that I could solve in fifteen minutes.”
“Get…out.”
“You said I had to get clean. I did. I have been clean for several months now. I…admit that I did some things that I should not have done. That part of my life is over now. I’m ready to get on with my work.”
“Good for you. I mean that, Sherlock. I really do.”
“Then why won’t you bring me back?”
“Because I just can’t, alright?”
Sherlock looks at Lestrade like he looks at clues in a case he is trying to piece together. Lestrade
just wants the man to go. The man being here makes Lestrade think of the brother. That causes a swift stabbing pain in his heart. Sherlock has to leave…now.
“This is about that day…at the scene. The day you broke up with my brother.”
“Just get out Sherlock.”
Sherlock sniffs knowingly. “You are miserable; he's miserable. And I am paying the price of all this misery. Just make peace so we can all be happy.”
“Well, I’m sorry Sherlock,” huffs Lestrade. “I live to make your life as pleasant as possible, of course.”
“Sarcasm isn’t a good look on you, Lestrade.”
“Get out or I’ll have you arrested.”
Sherlock looks at the D. I. again. The younger man must see something that helps him put the pieces together, although Lestrade can’t tell what exactly .
“I have seen my brother in relationships before. I have never seen him this distraught over one ending. Whatever he had with you was something of great importance to him, apparently. If you let this go, if you let him go, you are dumber than I thought.”
With the usual Holmes flourish, Sherlock leaves. Lestrade runs a hand over his face. After a few moments of thinking, he grabs his coat and keys. One way or another, this is going to be solved tonight.
********************************
As steps up to the grand front entrace, Lestrade hesitates. What the hell is he thinking coming here? He isn’t even sure if Mycroft is going to be home. But he has to try. He steels himself. If Mycroft is going to reject him, if this is really going to be the end, Lestrade would rather it be face to face.
He raises his hand and knocks on the door. After a few agonizing minutes the door opens, and there stands Mycroft. The man looks a wreck. He looks nothing like the pristine, perfectly turned out man Lestrade remembers. Mycroft’s clothes look disheveled and what breaks Lestrade’s heart is how red the man’s eyes look.
Is this all because of him? Lestrade wonders. Mycroft looks at him for a few moments as if he isn’t sure Lestrade is really there.
“Gregory?”
“We need to talk.”
help_japan and asked for some Sherlock fics. So here they are!Title: I'll never let you lose sight of yourself
Author: Chef_Hector
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,014
Pairings: Mycroft/Lestrade mentions of John/Sherlock
Warning: M/M Relationships
Summary: Mycroft pushes himself too hard and Lestrade can't watch anymore.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Note: This is for
cinderblock42 and her bid.I must give thanks to blooms84,lucybun,and matilda36 for their help and putting up with 900 e-mails.Gregory Lestrade reached out for his partner but was met with cold sheets instead. This was the fourth time in a row this week. He had to sleep at some point in time. Greg ran a hand over his face before he pulled the covers back and went in search of his wayward love. He found him in the same place he had found him the three previous nights: in his office pacing and talking into his phone.
Mycroft Holmes looked every bit like a man who had spent the last four nights trying to prevent a war. The man looked so worn it made Greg’s heart hurt. There were bags under his eyes and the lines on his face seemed much deeper than they were a few days ago, making Mycroft look much older than he was.
Without much thought Greg crossed the room and stood behind Mycroft. Mycroft had yet to notice that his partner was there, but stopped pacing to talk aggressively to whomever was on the other end of the phone. Whatever suggestion they had made to Mycroft was not good enough. While Mycroft stood still, Greg wrapped his arms around the man. Mycroft gave him a shove and a glare, causing Greg to frown slightly. He knew that Mycroft wasn’t upset at him, but still the rejection stung a little. They had been together for years, but Mycroft’s thoughtlessness still hurt.
Mycroft must have seen the hurt in Greg’s eyes because his face softened just slightly. He motioned for Greg to have a seat, which he took. He watched as Mycroft resumed his pacing and conversation. This had to stop. The man couldn’t keep going like this. He was going to sleep tonight, even if Greg had to use every bit of emotional blackmail he could think of.
After what felt like a lifetime, the phone call ended. Mycroft looked more worn than he did before. Greg felt love and sadness for his man, and it must have showed in his eyes, because Mycroft snapped
“Don't look at me that way.”
“You need sleep Mycroft. You have been up for going on four days now.”
“I am quite aware of how long it has been, Gregory.”
“How long do you think you can keep this up? You need to rest.”
“I will go as long as I need to go Gregory. Some of us have more important things to do than sleep.”
"Nothing is more important than your health, Mycroft. How good are you going to be to anyone if you drop from a heart attack?”
Mycroft’s phone rang and he didn’t hesitate in answering it. Greg let out a frustrated sigh before standing up.
“I can’t do this. I’m not just going to sit around and watch you destroy yourself. I love you far too much to just sit back and watch."
It was the first time he had ever said that to Mycroft. Greg left the room without looking back. He was almost certain he would not be able to go back to sleep, so he decided he would get changed and head to the office to work on some of his ever growing pile of paperwork.
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It was well into the evening when Gregory Lestrade came home. He had spent the time before his shift catching up on his paperwork, and had spent his actual shift with Sherlock, chasing a suspect around London. Sherlock was actually a bit nice to him. At least Sherlock’s version of nice. There were still insults, but they didn’t seem to have the bite behind them that they normally had. His relationship with Doctor Watson must be helping him be more human.
Mycroft hadn’t sent him a text or called all day. Maybe he was more into their relationship than Mycroft was, Greg thought. He used his key to get into their (at least for the time being) home. He took off his coat and shoes before heading to the kitchen. There had to be something to eat in the fridge, or at the very least a beer. As he reached into the fridge for said beer, he failed to notice someone joining him in the kitchen.
“Did you mean it?”
While most people would have jumped, Greg had gotten used to Mycroft sneaking up on him so he just grabbed the bottle out of the fridge before turning to face Mycroft. It looked like the man had thankfully gotten some sleep after Greg had left.
“Which part?” he asked before taking a long sip from the bottle.
“Where you said that you loved me.”
“Yeah, I did. I do love you.”
“I must say that I hadn’t expected you to come home tonight.”
Greg shrugged and took another drink.
“I live here. Where else would I go?”
“I thought after the past few days you would…wish to live somewhere else.”
Greg set down his beer and went over to Mycroft. He smiled softly at his love before giving him a soft kiss.
“There is nowhere else I would rather be. I know how you get when you are working. I’m sure I get the same way when I work on my cases.”
Mycroft reached out to touch Greg’s cheek but instead reached out to brush a nonexistent speck of dust off of his partner’s shoulder.
“I promise I will try to take better care of myself.”
“I’ll be here to remind you if you don’t. Stopped the war, did you?”
Mycroft raised an eyebrow as if he was offended that Greg even asked that.
“I always do. This one just took longer than first anticipated.”
“Yeah, you always do. I always have faith in you.”
Mycroft smiled softly before pulling Greg into his arms. Greg couldn’t help but bury his face in the neck of the one person who meant the world to him. The one person he just knew he couldn’t give up.
“Gregory?”
“Yeah, love?”
Mycroft gently pulled his partner’s face up so he could look directly at him before giving him a kiss.
“I love you too.”
End
Title: Sins of omission
Author: Chef_Hector
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,958
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade
Warning: M/M Relationships
Summary: How much do you know about the person you are dating? Is it the truth?
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Note: This is for
cinderblock42 and her bid. I must give thanks to blooms84,lucybun,and matilda36 for their help and putting up with me when I write.Lestrade looks at the paperwork on the man currently sitting in a cell. Sherlock Holmes.
On one hand, the man did break into a home. On the other, he did solve the case and help bring a serial murderer to justice. The man is completely coked out of his mind, but he is brilliant. Maybe, maybe if he sobered up he would be of some use to the police.
Lestrade knows what he should do. Sherlock Holmes broke the law by breaking into that home, but some part of Lestrade can’t arrest and charge the man for that. The owner was someone who murdered three little girls. Who is the D. I. to complain about someone breaking and entering? He can’t. Lestrade knows this may very well come back to haunt him, but he can’t put this Sherlock Holmes in jail.
Just as he is about to tear up the papers on Sherlock Holmes, the door to his office opens and a man steps in. Lestrade raises his eyes and sees a perfectly dressed gentleman with the sharpest eyes he has ever seen and a wicked, arrogant smile.
“Can I help…”
“Sherlock Holmes is being held here, correct?”
“Yeah that’s..”
“You are going to release him. He helped solve your crime.”
“I know, but..”
“You can’t possibly intend to hold him because he broke into a serial murder’s house? That man killed three innocent little girls. Are you saying that it would be better if the killer were still on the streets?”
“No, I’m…”
“Good. Then you will release Sherlock at once.”
With that the man turns around and leaves. Lestrade isn’t exactly sure what just happened. He isn’t sure who the well-dressed man is, and he thinks he should probably be insulted by his behavior, but the man piercing eyes and astonishing attitude have him intrigued. He hopes he’ll show up again.
The D. I. tears up the papers and calls for his officers to release Sherlock Holmes.
*********************
Luckily, Sherlock Holmes is quite prone to reckless behavior so the visits from the intriguing man continue. In three months the mysterious man had been by six times.
Until one day at the end of a visit the man turns to Lestrade, and says, “Oh, and we have reservations for tomorrow night: The Savoy at 8. Wear a tie; they can be so fussy about dress code. And don't be late.”
Lestrade blinks. He isn’t sure if he heard the man right.
“Reservations? I don’t even know your name.”
“Oh, but I know yours. Now, 8 tomorrow at The Savoy. Don’t be late. I detest tardy people.”
With a dramatic swing of his umbrella, the man leaves. It isn’t until later that Lestrade realizes that he isn’t bothered as much by the fact that someone who is practically a stranger asked him out, as that he isn’t quite sure he owns a tie.
It turns out that he actually does own a tie. And it turns out the man does have a name: Mycroft.
*******************
One date leads quickly to another, which leads to several more. Mycroft is sharp, witty and very funny. A pleasure to talk with and very, very attractive. Lestrade could feel himself falling slowly but surely deep for this man. Mycroft was mysterious, arrogant and too smart for his own good, but he was loyal, honest and passionate about Greg like nobody had ever been before. Mycroft had been courting Greg and where the gallant gesture should have pissed off Greg (he wasn't after all a teenage girl) all that they did was to make Lestrade giggle like a teenage girl. They quickly fall into a relationship that makes Lestrade happier than he can ever remember being.
But Mycroft remains mysterious, hard to pin down. And about six months into the relationship, Lestrade finds out how very little he knows about his partner.
It starts with a case. Double suicide. Lestrade calls Sherlock Holmes down to verify that it actually is suicide before closing the case. Much to Sherlock’s disappointment, it actually is a double suicide.When Sherlock is disappointed he lashes out at whoever is standing closest to him. This time Lestrade is the closest, and therefore, the focus for Sherlock’s anger.
When Lestrade turns to face Sherlock, he can tell the man is high. His pupils are blown wide and there are the tell-tale tremors. This is not going to happen anymore, thinks the D. I. Lestrade is putting his foot down. He points angrily at Sherlock as he talks to him.
“You! Off my scene now. Don’t even think about coming back until you have sobered up. If you’re high I will not let you work with the Met again. Got it?”
Sherlock looks at Lestrade for a few seconds before letting out a laugh.
“You will never be able to solve a complex case without me, you incompetent fool. Just because you are my brother’s newest pet doesn’t mean you know everything. Or anything, for that matter.”
Lestrade stops in his tracks, the shock of this news evident on his face.
“B-Brother?”
“Oh yes. Your precious Mycroft is my brother. I’ve seen him do this plenty of times before. When things get slow at work he likes to find a new pet to occupy his time. He won’t be around for long, I can guarantee.”
Sally appears out of nowhere and grabs Sherlock.
“In the car, Freak.”
Lestrade can only watch as Sally shoves her hand into one of Sherlock’s coat pockets and pulls out a small plastic bag. He is too far away to tell what is inside, but he can venture a guess. Sally placed him under arrest and shoved him into a car. Once the car was out of sight Sally walks over to Lestrade and puts a hand on his shoulder.
“Are you ok?”
All Lestrade can manage to do is nod and mutter something about getting back to the office. With Sherlock in the cells, Mycroft is sure to show up. Lestrade needs some time to think about what he is going to say when Mycroft does show up. This is not going to be pretty.
*********************
It is almost the end of Lestrade’s shift when Mycroft makes an appearance. Lestrade had been unable to concentrate on his job and spent all his time thinking about Mycroft. He had fallen hook line and sinker for the man and this just made him hurt more. All this love, all those moments spent together, the laughter, the passion, had they been lies? When he finally arrives Mycroft doesn't knock and his arrival isn't announced. The arrogance of presuming his welcome, tips Lestrade into a rage.
“I understand Sherlock has been detained by your officers once again.”
Lestrade can’t bring himself to look up from his paperwork.
“Yes…Your brother is in a cell.”
“So you know.” His calm demeanor only fueled the anger in Lestrade.
“Yeah. I know that drug addict is your brother. Something I should have heard from you first. Want to know what else he had to say?”
“Gregory…”
“He called me your latest pet. Said I’m something to just pass the time while things are slow at your job.”
“Gregory, please…”
Lestrade throws his pen down on his desk and finally looks up at Mycroft. “Please, nothing! What do I really know about you? Is your name really Mycroft? What do you really do for a living? Did you ever care about me?”
“Let me explain…”
“There is nothing to explain. Just…get your brother and get out. Just…go. I don’t want to see you or him again.”
“Gregory…”
“Out!”
Lestrade returns to his paperwork, not looking at Mycroft again. When the door clicks, signaling that Mycroft is gone, Lestrade picks up some random book off his desk; throwing it at the closed door before letting out a shaky breath.
Now what is he going to do?
******************
It has been three months since his confrontation with Mycroft. Three of the most painful months of Lestrade’s life. It is three months that he spent doubting everything. And it doesn’t help that Sherlock keeps showing up to crime scenes. Sally is always was there to not-so-kindly remove Sherlock. Lestrade knows he shouldn’t be this petty, and that it’s not really Sherlock’s fault the relationship went sour. Sherlock Holmes is a brilliant man. He has proven himself useful on many cases, but right now Lestrade just doesn’t want anything to do with him.
Lestrade is getting ready to leave the office late one afternoon when his door opens. Sherlock Holmes is standing in the doorway, looking cleaner than Lestrade had seen him in months. It makes Lestrade feel good. Sherlock’s mind is too brilliant to rot away on drugs. But Lestrade still isn’t in the mood to be friendly.
“You haven’t called me in three months,” says Sherlock.
“I haven’t needed you in three months. Now get the hell out of my office.”
“You do need me. You have four cases right now that I could solve in fifteen minutes.”
“Get…out.”
“You said I had to get clean. I did. I have been clean for several months now. I…admit that I did some things that I should not have done. That part of my life is over now. I’m ready to get on with my work.”
“Good for you. I mean that, Sherlock. I really do.”
“Then why won’t you bring me back?”
“Because I just can’t, alright?”
Sherlock looks at Lestrade like he looks at clues in a case he is trying to piece together. Lestrade
just wants the man to go. The man being here makes Lestrade think of the brother. That causes a swift stabbing pain in his heart. Sherlock has to leave…now.
“This is about that day…at the scene. The day you broke up with my brother.”
“Just get out Sherlock.”
Sherlock sniffs knowingly. “You are miserable; he's miserable. And I am paying the price of all this misery. Just make peace so we can all be happy.”
“Well, I’m sorry Sherlock,” huffs Lestrade. “I live to make your life as pleasant as possible, of course.”
“Sarcasm isn’t a good look on you, Lestrade.”
“Get out or I’ll have you arrested.”
Sherlock looks at the D. I. again. The younger man must see something that helps him put the pieces together, although Lestrade can’t tell what exactly .
“I have seen my brother in relationships before. I have never seen him this distraught over one ending. Whatever he had with you was something of great importance to him, apparently. If you let this go, if you let him go, you are dumber than I thought.”
With the usual Holmes flourish, Sherlock leaves. Lestrade runs a hand over his face. After a few moments of thinking, he grabs his coat and keys. One way or another, this is going to be solved tonight.
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As steps up to the grand front entrace, Lestrade hesitates. What the hell is he thinking coming here? He isn’t even sure if Mycroft is going to be home. But he has to try. He steels himself. If Mycroft is going to reject him, if this is really going to be the end, Lestrade would rather it be face to face.
He raises his hand and knocks on the door. After a few agonizing minutes the door opens, and there stands Mycroft. The man looks a wreck. He looks nothing like the pristine, perfectly turned out man Lestrade remembers. Mycroft’s clothes look disheveled and what breaks Lestrade’s heart is how red the man’s eyes look.
Is this all because of him? Lestrade wonders. Mycroft looks at him for a few moments as if he isn’t sure Lestrade is really there.
“Gregory?”
“We need to talk.”