It was one cold, bleak day per usual for DI Lestrade as he was on a case with Sherlock again... Sherlock solved it pretty quickly by pointing out the pressure marks on the stiff's facial hair that were made by a rubbish grabber and that the whole police dept. were stupid for not noticing it was obviously Mr. Remeus the gardener of the unfortunate man.

I wasn't sure if this day would get better, I was used to how many mundane days I had to endure but Mycroft Holmes' jet black Mercedes definitely changed all that, as it pulled up in front of me.

His voice commanded me "Get into the car Detective Inspector Lestrade." I was taken to a derelict office block where there was a solitary desk and a chair, Mycroft stood propped upon the bloody black umbrella he always had with him, leaning occasionally and he told me "Sit down. Now, I have been watching you and I have noticed about the many problems you encounter with your cases at work. I can help you with those when my brother refuses to help at all *Damn his stubbornness* Mycroft paused and continued in a lower almost inaudible tone... and I can help with stitching the other parts of your life together too..." I squeaked like a hamster and then cleared my throught gruffly. Mycroft grinned with a warm smile I had no idea that the older Holmes had a better understanding far from what Sherlock's mind was ever going to be capable of understanding without thinking it was too boring. "I'll take that as a yes, then shall I?" He had answered then, out of nowhere Anthea appeared "I've come to take you home now DI Lestrade..." and within minutes I was home . I had just made a cup of tea, when my pocket buzzed with a text from Mycroft... I'll be there on whatever terms you like- MH and that's how it started, it doesn't explain why but it does explain how. We were just two lonely guys with pressure from our jobs, total opposites if you like but, then again they say opposites attract... Whoever "They" are.

The next day I had come into work to find Sherlock had broke into someone's flat just to retrieve his blue scarf. I was flabbergasted, a genius like Sherlock (don't tell him though, he's big headed enough already!) doing something like that to get a scarf. Turns out he'd noticed the fact that the couple had just moved in and pretended he'd forgotten his keys to then reach the scarf that was stuck on the branches of a tree outside... Only problem was he asked to use their balcony and walked in before the poor woman on the intercom could say anything. Then her boyfriend had got out of the shower and thought Sherlock was a burglar or something. he'd been put in a cell.

Anderson and Donovan where having a field day "We told it wasn't long until he pushed his luck, sir and here's proof." they had said quick as lightening.

I could square one with my colleagues...No wait not with Donovan and Anderson on my back. My pocket buzzed, and Mycroft sharp as ever had said Apologies for my brother causing trouble for you like that. Rest assured I will sort it for you-MH

Half an hour later, was sitting in my office drinking coffee. Mycroft walked and simply said "All sorted, sorry about that he's always been so...for want of a better word-difficult, so... I think that's most of the cases you've been stuck on sorted too. I stared and then spoke "Want to talk somewhere other than this office" I asked. Mycroft stood up with the help of his umbrella and and gave me the nod. We went to Speedy's cafe in North Gower st. when we got there and sat down at a table Mycroft commented "I don't frequent cafes, usually..." I cleared my throught and Mycroft stopped musing over his shoes and looked at me politely "I wanted to bring you here because I want you... to help out the other side of my life." I looked up to Mycroft hopefully and to my surprise he nodded "Of course I will help you... with that, I want to keep seeing you on any terms you like...Work or otherwise."

I got up to buy something to eat, and it hit me when I was in the queue. Did Mycroft actually like me?, like like ME as in more than friends... I had always known I was gay, I just went out with Caroline to try and fit in when I was younger... I was next in the queue before I knew it and I brought a Mustard & Ham sandwich. Then Mycroft took me to his place...