I know I need to update a lot of my other stories but I had this idea and well... It had to be written!

This will be just a short, fluffy story about Mycroft and Greg (Even if Mycroft calls him Gregory. I can't help it people, in my mind Mycroft calls Greg, Gregory.)

It won't be long, (5 Chapters at ultimate max!) or at least not the way I'm planning it! But if I get enough Positive feedback I will make it longer then, lets say 10 Chapters. All chapters will be longer then this one. This was just a 'getting in the groove' chapter. I hope you guys don't mind!

But let's go on with the show~!

Mycroft Holmes stared at the ceiling of his living room. He was laying on his back on his sofa, eyes wide open and the book that he had been reading laying forgotten on his stomach. He absentmindedly played with his mobile phone. Running his slim fingers across the keys. He was bored, even if he didn't want to admit it. Perhaps he could call someone. But who? His brother, no that was out of the question! He could call his assistant but that would be pathetic. And Mycroft Holmes was everything except pathetic!

But on the other hand, he was really bored! How could he be? This was the only free day he had in the entire week! He was supposed to be looking forward to it, to be longing to have some free time. He was supposed to spent it with his lover! With the lover that he didn't have.

Had he gotten to obsessed with his work? He had an important job, he couldn't deny that fact. But it would, perhaps, be nice if he could be just a normal person. Just another face in the crowd, not one with the weight of a whole nation on his shoulders.

Mycroft let out a sigh. Oh, so bored! As if his prayers had been heard, his phone gave a peep. A text.

Your brother got in trouble! Care to pick him up, Again! –GL

Mycroft could only smile. So Sherlock got himself in trouble again, not really a thing he wasn't used to. But the most interesting thing was that Gregory Lestrade sounded angry. Of course it wouldn't be the first time that he saw the man angry. Mycroft didn't blame him, when you had to work with idiots like that!

What did he do this time? I know you can get so worked up because of him but think about your blood pressure! –MH

Mycroft caught himself smiling to his phone, sometimes he was really ashamed of himself!

He blew up a car. A CAR MYCROFT! HE BLEW IT UP! – GL

Oh dear! It wouldn't be the first time Sherlock did something like that. Mycroft stood up from his sofa. Perhaps it was time to save his little brother.

Did he try to prove you something? –MH

He was already putting on his jacked when he got a text back.

I don't know why he did it. He just did! But he also stole the car before blowing it up! – GL

That didn't seem like Sherlock, Mycroft knew that his brother had the habit to break the law in every possible way but stealing, no that was nothing like him. He was more the type of 'borrowing'.

I'm sure that he 'borrowed' the car. – MH

He said the same thing! What is wrong with you Holmes people?- GL

Blood pressure Gregory. Think about your blood pressure.- MH

I DON'T BLOODY CARE! GET OVER HERE TO PICK UP YOUR BROTHER!- GL

I'm on my way, try not to kill him. –MH

He casually walked out of his flat. (If you could call owning a whole floor a flat). Oh yes, this would keep the boredom away for a while.

Please bear with me, I first need to write the last chapter for my Johnlock story "One and only friend." and then I will update this regularly.

I hope...

X Evelien