Rays of sunlight sliced through the gaps within the white shutters, casting a faint glow on the Detective Inspector huddled over a small wooden desk. Dark bags hung under his brown eyes, the word exhaustion is practically written in between the stress lines on his forehead. A pencil broke bringing the man back to his senses, and he realizes he has let his thoughts drift away again. Running his fingers through his gray hair, he attempted to toss the pencil in the waste bin across his small office but missed. Growling out in frustration, he fished in the top desk drawer and pulled out a blue mechanical pencil. The sound of fast moving shoes slowly drowned out the quiet atmosphere. Pulling a piece of paper off an overwhelming stack of them, he began to fill the sheet out to make himself look professional and efficient. The obnoxious taping of the shoes stopped and was replaced by the grey door being ripped open. A middle aged man with dark curly hair flew in, followed by a short man with graying blonde hair.
The man with curly hair stepped toward the officers desk, extending his hand out. "Lestrade I need to borrow your phone." Lestrade glanced up from his work and immediately stopped what he was doing. "Sherlock don't you ever slow down?" Lestrade rubbed his fingers on his temple. Work had been hard for him lately; they just completed a major case that took days to solve and he was left to fill out all the paperwork. "Sherlock please don't do this!" Sherlock turned to the blonde with a dangerous glint in his eyes, "Nonsense John! It will be hilarious. Besides, Mycroft won't be affected by it, he will figure out it is all a prank before it ends." John glared at Sherlock, "Won't be hurt? Wait, if Mycroft will figure it out then why are you doing it? Sherlock if what you're saying is true, about how Mycroft feels about, you know who," John motioned his blue eyes toward Lestrade, and then back to Sherlock's, "then I think that this prank is a bit not good." Sherlock rolled his eyes again, "Trust me Mycroft will be fine. Any chance to get on Mycrofts nerves is a bonus, and I calculated there is a 33% chance Mycroft won't figure it out. And I need to do this, he's pranked me too many times. Gavin, phone, now." Sherlock slammed his hands on Lestrade's desk, looming over him.
Lestrade stood up from his desk, straightening his posture to look more intimidating. "Now hold on just a second, what is going on? And for the thousandth time it's Greg!" Sherlock flicked his hand, "Gavin Greg same thing. Phone." Lestrade frowned, "Not really. Why?" Sherlock huffed, "I'm pulling a prank on Mycroft and it's going to be brilliant." Lestrade quirked an eyebrow. "And now you're wondering what your phone has to do with it. Mycroft needs to think that he's talking to you. The reason why is classified, phone now." Greg shook his head. "No way! I don't even know what you're going to say!" Sherlock scanned Lestrade's face and grimaced, "Ugh sentiment! You won't get in trouble because Mycroft will find out it was me who was texting him in the end. Gosh John I should've just pick pocketed him this is far too tedious. I still could I suppose, defiantly by April 1st, Lestrades not that hard to steal from." John cheek fully grinned, "You know why you asked." Sherlock smirked, "Yes because if I didn't you would've withheld sex." John's face turned bright red and he looked apologetically toward Greg. Lestrade flinched and dragged his hand hand over his face. "I need a cigarette." Greg mumbled. "Sherlock! Don't you think you could've said because it's the right thing to do." Sherlock smiled, "Oh please John it was obviously implied, I'm sure even Anderson could've figured that one out."
Lestrade dug into his coat pocket, pulling out his phone. "Here just, take it alright. Oh wait a minute! What do I get out of it?" Sherlock slyly grinned, "That's more how I like it. A hundred dollars." Greg laughed, "Wow this must be really important to you, ok deal. This won't hurt Mycroft though, right?" Sherlock bitterly laughed and snatched Lestrade's phone. "Please, my brothers nickname is the Iceman. He will be alright, worse has happened to him then what I'm about to do." John sighed, "I sure hope you're right about this Sherlock." Sherlock growled, "He will be fine I'm his brother for Gods sakes! Why do you care so much about how my brother feels?" John smirked, "Jealous?" Earning a glare from Sherlock. "In all seriousness though, I just know how unrequited love feels and it doesn't feel good." Sherlock let out a short laugh and motioned his hand towards Lestrade, "Ha! Unrequited? Please, hardly, he feels the same." John frowned, "Well Mycroft doesn't know that, and this is practically dangling a false promise in his face. It will be giving him hope that will be destroyed. I just don't think-" "John! Mycroft will figure it out trust me, and if he doesn't he will live. Let's start this thing! I need my revenge." Sherlock stepped out of the office with a bounce in his step. "I'm sorry, unrequited love?" Greg stared quizzically at John. "You'll figure it out later." John left and Lestrade slouched down in his chair more confused then ever. He gripped his pencil tightly, staring at the mass amount of papers. Yelling out in aggravation, he placed his head down on his desk. Part of him dreaded giving Sherlock the phone, since he didn't know what the prank was. John had been nervous about how it would all end after all. But another part of him was excited to see how this would all turn out, and this would be a great excuse to see Mycroft again. Besides Mycroft would be smart enough to figure out it's all a prank, right?
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