It would be three or four months before Lestrade saw Mycroft again. He was in the hospital. Well not he, himself but Sherlock.
It started when Lestrade was woken up in the middle of the night to come look at the room of a little girl who had been kidnapped. Not just any girl the daughter of one of the highest paid judges in London. Lestarde of course woke up Sherlock who had been reluctant to take the case because his boyfriend John had gotten sick with the flu
John managed to tell Sherlock to go and he would be fine. Mrs. Hudson the landlady would look after him. After Sherlock dropped by the house and looked around he disappeared into the night already on the chase.
It ended two days later with them finding Sherlock stabbed and half drowned tied to the docks in the Thames and the girl was found worse for wear but alive. Sherlock was rushed to the hospital where his stab wounds were stitched up and he was put under a shit load of headed blankets and a heated IV drop was attached to his arm.
Lestarde was standing guard outside the door while he and John, who was helped to the hospital by Mrs. Hudson, slept soundly in bed.
Lestarde had been dozing for a few minutes when the voice startled him from sleep.
"Amazing those two are?" Mycroft Holmes was wearing a blue suit this time. His shirt was white and waistcoat was the same color as his suit and where would the elder Holmes be without his umbrella?
"What are you doing here?" Lestarde asked standing up.
Lestrade had wanted to see the older man for months now and here was his chance. He felt like a schoolgirl with a crush.
"I'm here to see my brother. He and the doctor have to get home somehow I figured I'd give them the ride." Mycroft smiled at the man before letting himself into the room.
The door closed and Lestrade let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and he then realized his heart was pounding in his ribcage.
He heard a shout which most likely came from Sherlock followed by a coughing fit either from him or John. It was quiet after that. Mycroft walked out of the room and closed the door.
"I'll try again another day. See them home for me will you I have something to attend to." Mycroft flashed the DI with a smile before leaving.
Lestrade felt his heart soar at that look.
It wouldn't be four months before the man saw Mycroft again in fact he saw the elder Holmes on his bed beckoning him over. Mycroft had Lestarde absolutely undone. Lestrade moaned and begged for him. Just when he was a about to come the most disturbing sound came out of Mycroft's mouth and Lestrade found himself awake in his own bed with a raging hard on.
"This isn't fair." Lestrade fell back on the pillows and moaned as his hard cock pulsed. He tried to will it away but nothing happened. Getting up he went into a cold shower and though of his grandmother. That killed it.
"He's going to drive me insane and not even know it." Lestrade whispered to himself.
Lestrade was getting the day off to replace the one he had lost. But he would be seeing Mycroft again sooner then he thought.
This time Mycroft had kidnapped him.
Lestrade had been strangely enough walking home from the grocery when the car pulled up besides him and he was pulled in quickly.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Lestrade asked. When he laid eyes on the man.
"I want you to do me a favor Geoff." Mycroft smiled.
"I don't think so. You just kidnapped me and you want me to do something for you. I'm sorry it doesn't work that way. Pull over." Lestrade said to the driver. The driver didn't stop.
"He'll only listen to me and for the current moment so will you. I want you to look after Sherlock and John for me. I have to go away on urgent business so I need you to look after John and Sherlock for me. It's only for two or three weeks. I'll email you or text you when I want information on them. Here we are." Mycroft said with a smile. Lestrade got out of the car and the window rolled down.
"I will be calling on you." The car pulled off leaving Lestrade where he had been snatched from his bags still on the ground. The man collected his things and headed home.
Two days later he was woken up by a call thinking it only to be one thing he answered it in the normal fashion.
"I'll be there in twenty start filling me in." Lestrade said getting up from bed.
The voice on the other end laughed.
"The only one who should be doing the filling in is you Detective Inspector." Mycroft said.
"You couldn't have called a decent hour?" You couldn't have called just to talk to me about anything else but them?
"They're fine. Sherlock in doing better they let him go home yesterday. He has a slight cold and John is getting over his flu. Their landlady checks in on them frequently." Lestrade told him.
"Thank you Lestrade. Now go back to sleep." The man on the other end hung up.
Lestrade got back in bed and couldn't help but stare at the ceiling wondering about the other Holmes. He felt his cock twitch for him and shuddered turning over on his stomach and face planting into his pillow before forcing himself into sleep again.