Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock nor PTO, nor any of the characters. I merely own this story.
Notes and warnings: I am French so be so kind as to excuse or bring to my attention any mistakes I have made. Don't read this if you don't like Mystrade. Rate T because some torture scenes might happen later (not detailed in any kind, but better to prevent any complaints).
Greg had just arrived to the Yard. He was a simple police officer, but it had always been his dream to work in this emblematic place, and there he was… Right in front of the New Scotland Yard. That was fucking amazing, he thought. He was hardly realizing his efforts had paid and he was assigned to a job he wouldn't have dreamt of a few months ago… The simplistic task of obeying the orders of the DS in place was still a great honour to him, and he wouldn't have exchanged his place for any other commanding officer post in the world, as long as it was not in the famous and exciting place called Scotland Yard. He quickly texted his brother, sending him a picture of the place: "Told you I would make it, silly brother". David was going to be so happy for him. He hadn't told anyone yet, lest it should reveal to be a mistake, after all, why had he been chosen? He completed his duties well enough at his former office, with the paperwork and the true work, but he had only been working in a suburb of Northern London, nothing that impressive.
Suddenly getting back to reality, Greg stepped into his new workplace and got to the office of his superior. He was soon assigned a few basic tasks, obviously to test him.