Hey! So, this is my first fanfic ever! Please, tell me what I can improve, and tell me if you like it! I am open to criticism, but don't be an ass. Smut is promised, and I never hold back ;)
-Roxxie
P.S. Smut starts on Chapter 5!
Watching. That's all Mycroft was doing, he told himself. Watching and protecting Sherlock. So what if it wasn't Sherlock he was watching, but instead Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade? The man was close to Sherlock, and it might be helpful to observe him as well. So what if the man was… well… absolutely drop-dead gorgeous? So what if Mycroft had been harboring secret feelings for him since he first laid eyes on the DI? That shouldn't get in the way of his job, right?
The truth was, Mycroft had never really dealt with these sort of feelings before. He had noted attractiveness in many people before, but never to the point where it was distracting him from work. And DI Lestrade was nothing if not distracting. The last time Mycroft Holmes had felt this way about another human being was in his college years, and suffice to say that had ended quite horribly. Ever since then, Mycroft hadn't allowed himself permission to look at another person in that way. Then, all of a sudden, Lestrade had just waltzed into his CCTV feed and his life, and now Mycroft couldn't enjoy a single cup of expensive tea at his ridiculously large desk without checking on his beloved Detective Inspector.
A quick knocking on his door distracted him from his thoughts and monitors, and he called out a quick 'Enter!' whilst closing his laptops and turning to face the front of his office.
"Anthea, what is it? I'm a bit busy." He hated himself for how his voice sounded curt and rude, but he couldn't be bothered to apologize. If there was one thing above Mycroft, it was apologizing.
"You're not and we both know that, sir. You should ask him to dinner." She honestly didn't surprise him as much as he wanted her to. She often snooped in to his barely existent personal life, but he secretly liked it. She was a strong and feisty woman who most would not want as their assistent, but he knew those qualities came to his advantage when they was needed most
"Preposterous. He doesn't know me in that way and would find it quite out of place if I were to do so."
"Then the next time you meet up with him to talk about Sherlock, which I know you do on an almost monthly basis, you should make it more personal than business. Ask him about himself; get him to open up. I'm sure you have enough people skills to manage that, sir." She left quickly to avoid his inevitable response, and he was left thinking. How much could it hurt to shift their meeting slightly to the more personal side?
He let those thoughts stew in his head as he finished his cup of tea and checked once more on his feeds before picking up his phone. He had a meeting to schedule.