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-April 23rd 2006-

Sherlock was clean now, only because DI Lestrade wouldn't let him on cases any other way. Greg knew it was Mycroft who got Sherlock off on his charges three years ago. He often wondered what had become of the consulting detective's sister, with her long, long legs and her beautiful copper curls. She never called him, but he guess that that was because she was younger than he thought her to be. She must be about 20 now, he thought.

"Sherlock?"

"Yes?" He sounded slightly agitated to be torn from his work, but he was always careful around Greg, not wanting to be thrown out of the case.

"Um.. Can I ask you something?"

Sherlock sighed, and then said "You just did."

"I meant-"

And then, Sherlock cut him off. "Just ask so I can get back to work without all your annoying thinking."

"How.. Umm.. How has your sister been?"

"Why?" Now this has gotten awkward, Greg thought.

"I just wanted to know how she was, and maybe, if you'd give me her number, possibly?"

"Don't worry. Shes going to be talking to you soon anyways." And he could tell by Sherlock's tone that he was done talking about her.

-June 1st 2006-

There was a strange woman standing in Lestrade's office. She looked as if her hand was permanently glued to her blackberry, and she didn't even look up as she spoke.

"Come with me Mr. Lestrade."

"Why?"

"Ms. Holmes Requires your presence. Immediately." There was no arguing with that. So he compliantly fowled, and got into the black sedan waiting outside.

It was a long ride. Or it felt long, he wasn't really sure.

They arrived at a warehouse, and she opened the door for him pointed at door and got back in the car. The warehouse was cold and there were a few puddles here and there from the roof leaking. He quickly strode over to the door, and turned the handle.

The room he entered was very clean, and had a single comfortable looking chair in it, and he sat down, wondering when Mycroft would get here. He waited about 3 minutes, and then the door swung open and a strikingly beautiful woman came in, swinging a very expensive looking umbrella. She was very, very tall maybe even about six foot two, and her killer high heels made her even taller. She had incredibly long legs, clad in stockings, of course, and her copper curls were cast delicately around her perfect face. But that wasn't what shocked Greg. He knew Mycroft would be absolutely stunning, she was a Holmes, after all. What shocked him was how thin she was. He hadn't remembered her looking like quite that peaky.

"Gregory, hello." She leaned on her umbrella slightly, and then continued talking "It's been a while scene I've seen you, and I'm very sorry that it has to be on such terms." She was frowning, but it wasn't directed towards him, or, at least he didn't think it was.

"You didn't have to kidnap me, you could have just called."

"I've kidnapped you? I assure you, I did no such thing Inspector."

"So why are we here, exactly?"

"I'd like to acquire... Information about my brother, and CCTV cameras only go so far, if you catch my drift."

"I'm not sure I do. Are you asking me to... Spy on Sherlock?" He could see why she would want him to, Sherlock could really get into some trouble without anyone watching out for him.

"Yes. I know, its very low of me to ask, but I worry about him... Constantly."

"You look like you should worry a little more about yourself" He muttered, and he saw from her expression that she herd, but didn't acknowledge it. "I wont spy on Sherlock for you. If your worried, why don't you just call him, or go see him, or kidnap him?"

"I don't kidnap people. And I've tried going for a visit. He ether insults me and kicks me out, or tells me to piss off before the door even opens."

"I'm not going to be dragged into the middle of this. But, I'll can talk to him about it, under one condition." Her face lit up at the offer, and she actually smiled.

"Anything. Literally anything you want Inspector." She sounded a little bit happier, but it was almost impossible to notice.

"Go on a date with me." Smooth, Greg, Smooth. He quietly hated himself for a moment, until she looked him right in the eye. Now, he felt like he was going to die.

"What?"

"Err.. Sorry.. I just umm.. Your very pretty, and I umm,," Good o, he thought, now she thinks I'm an idiot. But then he remembered she was Sherlock's sister, and so she probably already believed him to be an idiot.

"I'm very flattered Gregory, you took me by surprise that is all." He started to freak out a bit. He just surprised Mycroft Holmes. A woman who, according to her brother, is never, ever surprised.

"I Surprised you? How?"

"Well, you see, I've only ever been asked on a date one other time in my life, and I had figured you want something more... Substantial."

"So you'll go on a date, with me?"

"Yes. It sounds quite lovely, actually. But, I'll be out of the country for the next month so, if you don't mind, I'd like to go when I get back."

"That's fine. Don't worry about it."

-August 9th 2006-

Today was the day, and he was a giant ball of nerves. Sherlock had just come in for a case and Greg had to leave. "Sherlock, this is Anderson, hes on forensics and I'm leaving him in charge while I'm gone."

"Why are you going on a date in the middle of the day?"

"How did you-" For a few seconds he had forgotten he was talking to Sherlock Holmes. "Because my date is a very busy lady. I actually asked her out a month ago, she just recently got back from abroad."

Sherlock's face twisted into a look of pure terror, and his voice shacked a bit when he spoke, "Your going.. On a date with.. with Mycroft aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. Shes a grown woman and can pick whomever she wants to date, Sherlock."

"But... Shes.. Why would you want to date her?" His face now tangled in disgust.. and he looked as though he might vomit.

"Because shes bloody gourgeous, that's why."

"But shes fat."

"Sherlock, are you just blind, or were you really, really, high last time you saw her?"

"Neither. Last time I saw her was right after I got out of rehab. She was noticeably.. Larger.. than when I left. Very, very much larger."

"That's impossible, Sherlock, she might even be thinner than you. Shes like a sick figure."

"Ohh.." He looked down at the ground, and then after a long moment, he turned to Greg and spoke again, "Tell her I said Hello."

As he went to his date, Greg wondered what that meant.

Hope I didn't screw it up. My friend Emilly (That I was originally writing this story for) wanted me to make Mycroft actually react (But not like crying about it or anything) to Sherlock's harassment about her diet and weight, so this was my solution. Emilly also thought that Sherlock's emotions when someone brings up Mycroft make him sick, because he fells disgusted that he still feels emotions for her, and I figured it would make for a more Interesting story. Please review and stuff. :)