Chapter 1: When They First Met
Here is fanfic about Mystrade, because I'm bored.
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Greg Lestrade just had help from Sherlock Holmes, for the first time. At first Greg had thought that Sherlock was the murderer, but he had proven that it wasn't him. Greg felt lucky that they came across him, for Scotland Yard was in a slump, and had been for a while. They had all said that it would pass soon once a good case came but it never did. Greg started walking home, it would be another night filled with paper work for him and his wife's divorce. But after the papers tonight were done it would be official. He started walking down the street when a telephone from a telephone box started ringing. He looked around and decided it might be a mistake so he picked the phone up.
"Hello?" Greg asked.
"Do you see the security camera to you left at the top of the building?" A smooth male voice asked though the phone.
"Who is this?" Greg asked, worried.
"Do you see the camera?" He asked, more forcefully than last time. Greg was curious if the man over the phone was in control of the camera, so he found the camera and nodded.
"Good. Now find the one to your left," The man said. Greg realized that he was trapped, or something like that. He turned left and looked up,
"Found it," He said.
"Now, if you look out of the Telephone Box you will find that there is a car. Get into it or you will be fired from Scotland Yard. And yes I have the power to do so," The man threatens. True to the man's word, Greg found a black car with blacked out windows and it was probably also sound proof. Greg looked around. Might as well, He thought and climbed into the car.
Once in he started thinking of who this could possibly be. Some one with either extreme hacking skills or a dramatic government agent. But if so why didn't the government agent pull him from work. Nothing made sense.
When the car came to a stop he was told to get out by a girl sitting next to him, that he didn't realize was there. He thought to say something to her but decided against it and climbed out of the car. He was standing in a huge room that had a man with an umbrella in it.
"Good evening, Gregory Lestrade," The Man said. He had auburn hair that laid down on a square-ish head. He had a pointy nose and looked like he knew something that you didn't.
"Who are you?" Greg asked.
"A curious person," He replied. He had partially answered the question, but it had only led to more questions.
"Curious about what, may I ask?"
"Sherlock Holmes." His voice was deep and smooth.
"Why?"
"I worry about him," The man said emotionlessly, almost like Sherlock.
"Who are you to him?"
"An enemy. At least in his mind, he does love to be dramatic, doesn't he? But, I would like you to keep tabs on him, go with him if he does anything dangerous, watch over him. Tell me what he's doing. Not only that but I also need to know if he is a security issue." Greg looked at him confused. Why would he need to keep tabs on him through this way.
"Why don't you watch him or talk to him yourself," Greg said daringly.
"Because he doesn't like to talk to me, and he would know who it was if I were to try and go undercover," The man says.
"Who are you?" Greg asked.
"I'm his brother, Mycroft Holmes, he doesn't like to talk to me. But I like to keep tabs on him, and he knows how to dodge that," Mycroft said throwing his formerly crossed arms to his side. Lestrade had finally put everything together, this was Mycroft Holmes, the man who runs the government. He had slightly knew about him, but only because he was high up among Scotland Yard.
"Yes sir," He replied.
"I think we should meet up in two weeks to talk about Sherlock. I will text you the address," Mycroft told him.
"Here, I'll give you my nu-"
"No need, I already have," Mycroft told him. Greg probably should've been scared by that but he wasn't.
They left and he was driven back to his home. When he got to the house he received a text;
Told you so,
MH
He added Mycroft as a contact, and decided to tell Sherlock about Mycroft.
Your brother Mycroft and I met today, he has a very interesting way of meeting people.
GL
Yes, I know, he would rather talk to people in person than waste his time with a text. Anyway, he asked you to spy on me didn't he?
SH
No, well technically no. He wants me to watch over you and tell him what you're up to.
GL
Instead of meeting up why don't I just text you?
GL
Because I like talking in person, it is better.
MH
Why?
GL
Habit of a politician.
MH
Greg turns off his phone and gets to work on his papers. He thinks back to Mycroft Holmes, though. He slowly started to realize the fact that he fancied Mycroft Holmes.