A/N: I apologise in advance if this one mentally scars anybody. C:

2. Wedding

"So, would you ever get married again, Lestrade?"

Anderson rolled his eyes as his question caused Lestrade to choke into the pint he was drinking. Wiping the foam and beer off his face with his sleeve, Lestrade raised an eyebrow at his fellow officer/drinking buddy.

"What makes you ask that?"

Anderson shrugged.

"Just making conversation. You've been staring into space for the last ten minutes, completely off with the bloody fairies, you are. …Would you, though? Get married again, I mean?"

Lestrade looked down at his pint glass, thoughtfully. He considered the marriage he'd had to his wife. That was pretty good. He considered the divorce he had to go through when she wanted to end it. That was sodding awful. He frowned.

"I don't know. I mean if I was with someone that wanted to get married…"

He paused and considered Mycroft. And chuckled. That would be just about right. What was that question that Mycroft always rhetorically asked him when he argued about something they were doing together? 'That's what partners do, isn't it?' Lestrade nodded. That's the one. But something like a wedding? Wondering what Mycroft's views on marriage were, he took another sip from his glass. He struggled a little to imagine married life with someone like Mycroft. Then again, if the gentleman decided on whatever whim to propose to him, would he say no? It would be a little weird though…

"I mean, could you imagine having Sherlock Holmes as a brother-in-law?"

Anderson frowned and tilted his head, confused.

"It's great you managed to drag yourself out of your thoughts to finally answer, Lestrade, but what the Hell does that have to do with my question?"

Lestrade blinked, catching up with himself, and then flushed. He really had to stop talking to himself in his head and then asking people irrelevant questions, it was a bad habit he'd been picking up recently. Quickly draining the rest of his glass, he turned back to the bar.

"I meant… Could you imagine getting stuck with someone like Sherlock as a brother-in-law. I didn't word it very well, what's this, my third glass?"

Anderson didn't look convinced, but shrugged and let it pass.

"It's your second, but whatever. Though you have a point, ending up being related to someone like Holmes would be bloody awful."

Lestrade nodded and tapped his empty glass on the bar, trying to get the attention of the bartender.

"Yeah. Well. He's tolerable. Maybe he'd be an alright brother-in-law."

Anderson snorted and drank down the rest of his pint too, sliding his glass over to Lestrade and offering him a fiver to get the next round in.

"So you're saying if Sherlock had a sibling that you fell in love with, and they wanted to get married to you, you'd say yes?"

Lestrade hesitated a moment, then smiled.

"Sure. If you love them, then why not?"

Anderson rolled his eyes again.

"Right. Better you than me, mate. Weirdo."

Lestrade didn't really hear him. He was being too amused by the mental image of Mycroft in a bride's dress.