Who's Afraid Of The Dark
Chapter One: A Date?
AN: So I used the moonblosssom fanfic prompter ( /prompter/ ) to write this next fic.
Character One: Mycroft
Character Two: Lestrade
Rating: explicit
Genre: Fluff
Location: Angelo's
Prompt: Fear of the dark
"Inspector Lestrade, so what can I do for you? Something to do with one of Sherlock's cases I presume?" The older Holmes brother greets with a warm smile, trying to deduce why the Inspector would want to meet him.
"Actually, I thought you wanted to meet me. Sherlock sent me a message to meet you here." Lestrade blushes a little at the suddenly realisation of the situation.
"Oh did he? I think I'll be having words with my brother tomorrow." Mycroft replies, finally sitting across from Lestrade at the table by the window.
"Well, I wonder why he set this up then. Whatever it is that he's set up, I mean..." Lestrade blushed once more and tried to hide it discretely behind the menu.
"This is the same table Sherlock arranges for he and John. If I can deduce my younger brother well, as I usually can, I'd say that he has set us up on a date."
Lestrade chokes on the wine he was sipping and tries to catch his breath.
"Really? And why would he do that?"
"I presume it's to set me up with someone who will keep me occupied enough that I'll leave him alone for a while."
"Oh. Right, of course." Lestrade replies, dejected slightly.
"Oh, Gregory, don't sound disappointed. I'm … glad, my brother set this up, I guess, if I'm honest I was too … afraid to ask you, myself." Mycroft replies with a soft smile and slides his hand across the table to grasp Greg's.
"Oh, well. I suppose I wish I had a brother or even a sister who would do something like that for me." Greg returns Mycroft's smile and squeezes his hand.
"So, shall we order?" Mycroft asks, letting go of Greg's hand but keeping it within reach of him.
"Oh, yes. Of course. Um, wow, I forgot how expensive it was here. After the divorce and with Sherlock's long hours, I just started eating takeout. It's daft how long it's been since I've came here really. I used to come every week with my … well, that's in the past now."
"You can talk about her, I really don't mind. After all, it's only our first date, Greg. And don't worry, I'll pay."
"I can't let you do that, Mycroft! I mean it's a nice restaurant but still, it's a bit pricey. Come to think of it, how the hell does Sherlock manage to pay here?"
"Because Sherlock doesn't eat. He does it for John, despite my brother's sociopathic tendencies, he does actually care for the good doctor."
"Ha, you really think so. I don't see it really."
"No, you refuse to see it, because of Sherlock. He really has a soft spot for John, just as I have one for you." Mycroft replies, looking back at the menu.
"Oh." Lestrade blushes again, looking down at his lap.
Mycroft chuckles before signalling Angelo.
"Hello, Mr Holmes, you haven't been to Angelo's in such a long time. Why have you been away so long?"
"Business, Angelo. But it's nice to have a night off for once."
"You know you sit in same spot as your brother with his friend. Are you two, or are you like your brother?"
"Angelo, we both know that me and my brother are the very similar and both come in here for the same reason."
"Ah, I see. Your brother always denies it. I knew it. Always known it, since first day they come in here. Ha, well anything for the Holmes boys. Anything you want, on the house!"
"Thank you, Angelo. We'll have two spaghetti bolognaises, if that's okay with you, Greg?"
"That's sounds great, yeah."
"You want plate to share?"
Lestrade blushes once again and tries to clear his throat.
"We're not at that point yet, Angelo. And I doubt Greg would want all that fuss." Mycroft replies, turning to look at Greg with a soft smile.
"As you wish. Angelo will be right back."
"And in answer to your question, that's how Sherlock can afford to eat here." Mycroft winks, uncharacteristically.
"I'll see if I can fix that, just to piss him off for a while."
"Ah, I like you, Greg. We could definitely work out." Mycroft replies with a quirk of the eyebrow.
Despite the obviously innocent remark, Mycroft's words hit Greg as hard as if he'd said he loved him and they make him feel like a teenager again.
"Everything alright, Greg? You're very quiet."
"I thought you could deduce everything about a person, mmm." Greg teases lightly.
"I can but I know how annoyed you get when Sherlock does it. And obviously I wouldn't want to tell you how you feel." Mycroft quips back with a grin.
"Alright then. I'm fine, thank you. And it's not that Sherlock's talent annoys me, it's just the smugness that comes with it. A little less would be nice."
"Ah, obviously." Mycroft smiles.
Angelo returns with two plates of spaghetti bolognaise and returns again with a bottle of red wine.
"Wow, someone's going all out to impress. I think he wants us to come back soon." Greg chuckles.
"He's a people pleaser, should work harder on it really. Subtlety is not his forte."
"Ah, there's the Holmes I know. Deducing properly, now I know how Sherlock became so good at it."
"Please, I'm better than Sherlock will ever be. Plus I have more charm than he does."
"Careful, almost sounded like jealousy there." Greg teases good-naturedly.
"I'm not jealous of my brother."
"Of course you're not. It's not like he's remotely good looking or charming and even makes a crime scene look like a cat walk."
Mycroft splutters for a second before letting out a laugh.
"Bit too far, wasn't it?"
"Just a tad." Mycroft replies with a wink.
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