Hello all Mystrade enthusiasts! The idea for this fic came from the videos 'A Fish Called Greg' by duchesscloverly. They gave me the go ahead to make a fic for the videos. I've been taking a really long time making it, but here is the first chapter finally.

This is mainly the introductory chapter, Lestrade will come in Chapter 2, which I hopefully can post soon.

Please enjoy, and review to let me know what you think.

Thank you!

I never once thought that in my very short life span, that I'd be called a boyfriend. Of course, I'd always thought of the possibility of some day laying down as man and wife, or as man and man, but to actually have the fantasy come true?

I don't use this word often, but it was surely unbelieveable.

My nicknames as a child were as follows: Mikey. [Dear Lord mother, just call me Mycroft for Goodness sake.] Fatty [Kids can be cruel. Okay, that was mainly Sherlock.] And, loser.

At first, I didn't understand that those kids and mum were calling me these names, I thought that they had a speech impediment or something along those lines. Once I learned that these foolish children were trying to be rude or clever, something clicked inside of me.

I was not a normal person. My first thought wasn't that those kids were harassing me, but that they were literally brain dead.

Anyways, boyfriend. The one name I'd never been called. That is, until Sherlock decided that I needed to meet somebody.

"I don't see it." I told him, standing up from my chair.

Sherlock cocked his head to the right. "Plain as day." He turned around and grinned widely at me. "You see, a lot of men go through this. They find a younger lady and have some fun, and then suddenly, they leave. Its a common symptom of depression and loneliness. And since I'm sure you aren't depressed, you must be.."

"I'm not lonely, Sherlock."

I folded my arms across my chest and stared daggers through him. Sure, at my residence it was a tad bit empty, but that was only because I wasn't going to let myself have a maid.

"Please." Sherlock scoffed and stepped away to sit down in his chair.

I rolled my eyes and sat down in the chair across from him.

"Perhaps you're upset because you need to find a mate." Sherlock crossed his leg over the other and pondered that.

"Change the subject. Now." I demanded.

Sherlock smiled. "So you don't think you're lonely, I do, its clear to me who is right. Perhaps John can set you up on a date."

"No, Sherlock."

Sherlock pointed at me. "I know who is perfect for you."

"Sherlock..."

"Their name is-"

"Sherlock!" I yelled. He looked over at me with a smirk on his lips.

He started to crack up. "Oh lighten up, brother mine. Its a joke. And you call me the dumb one."

"If you seem slow to me Sherlock, can you imagine what real people are like? I'm living in a world of Goldfish." I asked, pressing my hands together.

"Yes, but I've been away for 2 years." He's bringing that up again? For 2 years, Sherlock was on location away from John and everybody to take down his arch nemesis, because apparently Sherlock doesn't understand how to be normal.

"So?"

"Oh, I don't know I thought perhaps you might of gotten yourself a.. Goldfish."

I scowled at him. "Anyways, I called somebody. They said they wanted to meet you. Tomorrow night, I will meet you at the old parking garage. Wear something nice."

"No thank you, Sherlock. I'm better off." I stood up and left the chair to walk into the kitchen. I looked around and saw science supplies sitting on the counter. I sighed and looked at Sherlock, who was picking at his nail.

Lately, since John had gotten engaged to Mary, Sherlock tried to preoccupy himself. Since his old habits were off the table, he pushed himself into his work. But since John wasn't there during the cases, it didn't take as long for Sherlock to solve it. John wasn't getting in the way.

My theory is that Sherlock wasn't distracted by John and his complete and utter infatuation for his partner.

So instead of taking on one case at a time like usual, Sherlock decided to take many cases while still trying to solve others. And on top of that, he became a match maker apparently.

"Fine." I said, giving in.

"Great. He'll be thrilled." Sherlock clapped his palms together and stood up to walk over to the phone. "Gavin is good man."

Him? "I'm sorry?"

Sherlock brought the phone into the kitchen and set it on the counter. He turned around. "I need to work on my experiments.." He mumbled to himself. He took his orange labcoat and slipped it onto his arms.

"Sherlock.. Gavin?" I asked, folding my arms.

"Gavin Lestrade. He's a man and.. Good at it?" Sherlock answered, lost for words on how to describe his.. We'll say friend.

"Sherlock, I'm not gay." I said, defensively.

He furrowed his brows and cocked his head to the side. "Well..."

"No, not well! I'm not gay!"

"Mycroft, because it was me who thought this, I'm gonna go ahead and say.. Yes, you are gay." Sherlock smiled and grabbed the phone again. "I'm going to ring him."

With that, Sherlock left the kitchen and left me to think about all that he had said. I never thought I'd be attracted to anybody, let alone to men.

Boy, did I have a lot to think about.

Thank you all for reading this, I hope I did the first chapter justice. I don't plan on making this story as long as my others, and I hope to be finished really quickly and not take a long time to finish it.

See you next chapter!