based on the line: "You know I seen her in Uptown world, she's getting tired of her high class toys and all the presents from her uptown boys. She's got a choice"
Greg Lestrade was normal working class man. He was single and lived alone, the only excitement he got was with the occasional one night stand and his job.
Sometimes Sherlock would come in and make his world exciting again then he'd leave once the case was done, then Greg's life became boring again.
Greg was sat at his desk filling paper work when sherlock came in "inspector, I need your assistance"
Greg looked up "hello to you to Sherlock. Look I'm kind of busy, can't John help you?"
The youngest Holmes sighed "I would but he's away at a conference. Now hurry up Lestrade we have to go!"
Greg finally gave up and stood grabbing his coat "where are we going?" he asked following the raven haired genius from the room.
"we need to break in somewhere so I can get government level intelligence for a case"
Lestrade raised an eyebrow, he'd done stranger things.
Once Sherlock had declared they had reached their detestation Lestrade stopped his car and parked it.
they both stepped out and Lestrade looked up to see an expensive looking house, he was definightly in the posh area of London, he'd only been here on cases.
"where are we Sherlock?" Greg asked as Sherlock picked the lock entering the house.
"My bother's house"
Greg stepped in "what would you like me to do?"
"Keep watch"
The D.I nodded as Sherlock wandered further into the house.
Greg looked around as he walked into the next room, it was clearly a living room.
he noticed a few small boxes. sherlock walked back in sneering at the sight "God mycroft is still getting all those gifts"
"what?" Greg asked turning on his heels confused
"There gifts from all men who want my brother" his face wrinkled in disgust at his own words.
"oh..got what you needed?"
"Indeed" Holmes nodded, he heard a door open and shoved Greg behind a wall along with himself. they both peered out, no one could see them from the hall but they could see out.
"Mycroft please give a chance" A tall dark haired man begged, he was wearing a black suit with a white shirt that could almost blind with a blood red tie.
"Glen, you will never have a chance" The elder Holmes sighed as he pushed the man towards the door.
"Mycroft, I could give you everything" he responded not wanting to take no as a answer.
"Goodbye, Glen" Mycroft rolled his eyes pushing the man out his front door then turning "I know you're there Sherlock"
Sherlock walked out "who was that? boyfriend number five?" he sneered.
"that was no one. now why are you here?" Mycroft asked rubbing his brow.
"Can't I drop in unannounced to see my big brother?"
"No you cannot" Mycroft held out his hand "detective inspector Lestrade"
Greg blinked as he was acknowledged "hello, sorry to break in. Sherlock never told me till he was inside" he shook Mycrofts hand.
Greg's hands were rough as to Mycroft's silky soft ones.
"No need to apologize this is Sherlock more polite ways of getting what he wants" Mycroft smiled.
Greg chuckled "we should get going" he began to usher Sherlock towards the door "Sorry to disturb you mister Holmes"
"it is fine Gregory really, call me Mycroft" Greg nodded and left driving Sherlock Holmes.
Greg spent the night thinking about Mycroft.