Here ya go~ thank you for the one's that have placed this story under story alert! I hope to upload this as soon as I can. But the promised poetry will be hard for me because my style of poetry is perhaps different from what you're used to! But before we get there, here have some fluffy Mystrade!

As I enter Scotland Yard he is the first thing I see. He is still mad, on Sherlock I guess. "Gregory" I walk up to him. Say his name to get his attention. "Mycroft!" As he sees me, he smiles. A simple gesture but it makes my heart flutter. No concentrate on Sherlock!

"I'm sorry if my brother caused you any trouble I-" I start but before I can finish Gregory interrupts me. "Oh please Mycroft, we both know you have nothing to do with Sherlock his behaviour!" he tries hard, oh so hard to be polite and nice to me. But there is anger, rage and fury in his eyes. "Where is he now?"

"I already gotten him out. He must be at the back with agent Donovan." A bit of his anger leaves his eyes. And suddenly he seems tired. "Have you even slept properly?" I ask, worry inside my voice. "No" He admits and while he gives me another, weak, smile he leads me towards my brother. When I see him I know he's guilty. It's the spark inside his eyes.

Secretly I'm sorry that we've left the times of tattletale behind us. Things like this remind me of our childhood and again I'm sorry that there's such an age gap between us, if I had still been younger Sherlock could have been my friend, my buddy, and I could have been the same for him. But I wasn't and Sherlock wasn't older then he was. And so we both grew up without, without a friend. And I know that it isn't my place to jell at him. How much I wish to be, I'm not our mother, nor our father. I'm his brother that he secretly cares about. Nothing more.

But then I see John, John Watson. My brother his new flatmate. The only one who was mad enough to live with him! But I'm grateful for that. Because I see the look inside John his eyes. For a second the lad takes the role of a parent on his shoulders, and for a second I get to see the little boy inside Sherlock.

" A car Sherlock, A CAR!" John raises his voice and looks at my brother. He has to look up a bit, not much but my brother is tall. No point denying that! Sherlock on the other hand looks down, to his feet perhaps? Oh no, he's most likely to look at the information hidden underneath him. To speak in his words. Because my dear Sherlock doesn't look away, not for anyone. But that's just what he himself wants to believe.

"YOU BLEW UP A CAR!" John is yelling now. And he pokes Sherlock in his chest. Sherlock looks up and for a second I think he wants to say something like sorry. But then again, that's not like my brother.

"Oh how sweet, you know how much I like to watch arguments, but I have to bail you out Sherlock." I give them both a smile, Sherlock takes it with enjoyment in his eyes and John doesn't even notice it. He is to busy looking up at my brother. Oh great! My brother got himself an admirer. Great, that will be perfect for his ego!

"I hadn't expected anything else Mycroft." Sherlock tries to act as if he is bored. But the spark inside his eyes say it all. "You must know, this is the last time I bail you out! Next time you can sit tight and wait to be released!" I try to sound as our father used to. Everyone did what our father told them to do! But apparently I don't. Not to Sherlock at least. "Oh yes of course! You told me the same thing last week." He gives me a soft smile. That's all I get.

"Laters Mycroft, and Greg I will hear from you when you've got a new case." He waves to us and drags John with him towards the exit.

Gregory and I stand side by side for a minute, both stunned even if we both don't want to admit it. When I think about it, there is a lot that I don't want to admit.

"So, you want to do the paperwork now? I know you've got a busy job so I don't want to hold you up longer than necessary." Gregory gives me one of his tired smiles that chill me right to the bone. I really don't know when exactly be became 'friends' it just happened. We saw each other a lot because of Sherlock and there was something like, a spark perhaps? Yes, I can swear I felt a spark when our eyes first met. "No now is fine, It's my day off to be honest so I have all the time."

"But I don't think you're wanting to spent it here, doing boring paperwork with me." I would do anything as long as it is with you!

I also don't know when my feelings turned into something stronger than just friends. I also don't know why. I've been aware for my whole life that I'm gay. But I've never felt something like this. These feelings are so intense, they're nothing like the ones that I used to have.

"It's fine Gregory." I walk towards his office, we don't need all the formal stuff anymore. I know the way here perhaps better than he does. And I can find his office with my eyes closed. So he follows me. It must look strange, an officer who is lead to his own office by just another random stranger. Perhaps Gregory sees this too, because he passes me and starts walking next to me. "But if this is your only free day wouldn't you rather want to fill it with doing, I don't know, fun stuff? Things that normal people do on their free days."

"Like what?" I decide play this game, I'm not one of the normal people after all. "I dunno, read a book, drink some tea, go out with friends, have a date or something."

" I did the first two, like you know my social life isn't much and please Gregory-" I look him in the eye. "-A date?" I raise an eyebrow, it's almost too funny to be true! Because the only one I would want a date with is Gregory at the moment.

"Why not? Isn't there someone you like? Even if it is just the face." I love how he says someone not boy nor girl. It eases me, because I know why he does it that way. He's bisexual. And that gives me a little spark of hope.

"No." I lie. "Want to have dinner with me then tonight?" We stop. We're already at this office and I notice I hold my breath. Did he just ask me to-

"I mean just as friends of course!" He laughs but it is a nervous one. "Alright then, on one condition."

"And that is?" "I pay"

~0~

I pick him up at eight, not a minute early nor late. He makes a joke about it that I can't remember anymore. "Where are we going?" He asks. He's nicely dressed. Something I'm not used from him. "One of my favourites." I really tried to pick a suitable restaurant. One that isn't to expensive like the ones I usually go to. I don't think dear Gregory's heart can handle that!

"One of these fancy expensive ones?" He asks as if he can read my mind. I laugh "No, not this time."

We're sitting on the backseat of a cab, I was to lazy so drive. And because it simply is nice to be so close to Gregory. There is almost no room between us. Only our body heat, that feels strangely comfortable.

"So-" I bite my bottom lip softly, something I normally don't do. "-How did your last case go?"

It is like I've asked the right question. Gregory starts talking. The uncomfortable silence between us disappears. Like it always does when he starts to talk. I'm not much of a talker. I have to be for work, that's correct but other than then I don't really like to talk. I like to hear people, listening is more my thing. Voices calm me. Or rather said, the information they hold calms me. Sherlock needs cases to calm his brain down, I need secrets hidden in the words people speak. That's just how we are.

"And you?-" Gregory suddenly speaks. "-How is your work going?" He knows that I can't tell him much, but he tries every time. It is as if he has never heard of the word no when it comes to this. Perhaps he's just interested. But I can't believe that. A police officer can't be interested in politics. They never are. "Nothing much, there are some troubles in the east so that keeps me busy, but I'm afraid that that's all I can tell you." I give him a smile. "I know, I'm just interested." He returns is and looks in my eyes for a couple of seconds. More than six to be honest…. And I think that that scares me the most.

~0~

As we arrive to the restaurant it seems to be empty. Something I've never seen with this place. It's one of the best restaurants in the region and you have to reserve at least a day before arrival. Except when your name is Mycroft Holmes and your job gives you some nice little extra's.

"This is strange" I mumble more to myself then to Gregory. "What is wrong Mycroft?" He looks at me. "This place is normally full. It's a really popular place you know." When I try to open the door I notice it is closed. "Oh bugger!" I curse and I notice I'm starting to turn red. "They are closed!" I hiss through my teeth. "Oh Mycroft it doesn't matter! Come one we can always get some fish and chips or something. It's not like this is a date." He laughs at his own joke and I notice it hurts. His words, they hurt.

"Yes of course we can. It's a shame, this is really a good place." Not that I will come here ever again. Oh right, I really have to stop this diva behaviour. "I believe you on that. Now come on, let's get some food." He grabs my arm and pulls me towards the lights of the city. It feels strange, something like this. It reminds me of my teen years. The years that I spent inside looking at other kids my age having fun. From where we lived I could see a little park. Where there was a playground where little kids played by day and ones from my age came to snog at night.

I notice how his hand that started with holding my arm slides down until he's holding my hand. It feels nice and comforting. He's fast but I've got the long legs. Even if I haven't gotten many exercise lately I've still got some condition and I can keep up with him easily. We must look like two fools. He laughs. A sound that comes from the angels above and I smile. A thing that makes me look plain ugly. Yet I can't help it. He runs down, dragging me with him. He manoeuvres through crowds without hitting someone. Which is, a small miracle. "Watch where you're going!" An old lady yells at us when we pass her. "I save your ass every day! Give me a break!" He screams back. Something I'm not used from him. He has put all his manners behind him and is just enjoying the moment. Something that I should perhaps do too. I close my eyes and enjoy the moment more than I've ever enjoyed a thing before. My sanity is hanging on a silk thread that is about to snap.

At the moment I do, he stops. So suddenly that I can do nothing more than to fall against him. Which makes him lose his balance and fall forward taking me with him.

I can feel the water all around us. We've fallen into a pond, not to deep one but it holds enough water to soak us both. My eyes fly open and I look at him.

He's even more soaked then I am! And I must confess that he looks so handsome like this. The lights reflecting in his eyes and his clothes tightly around his body. Oh god yes! He looks more than handsome. He looks like an angel!

We stare at each other for a second before we start to laugh like we've never laughed before.

If you've read until this far I already love you, but if you would place this story under story alert and/or placed a review I would love you until the end of all times!

Evelien