wow! over 100 people have read this in just two days, that makes me sooooo excited :D :D because of that I whipped this chapter up for you guys, honestly that is the fastest I have ever wrote something, and I think this is actually a pretty good chapter despite all of the dialogue. I hope that you guys like this chapter as much as the last. just a reminder I am from the us so if things don't make sense let me know, im not familiar with the british culture but im doing the best with what I know.
7:00 pm Thursday night Lestrade
I was standing in front of my wardrobe, clothes thrown about, trying to figure out what to wear for my "date". I knew nothing about the man I was going out with, therefore I didn't know how dressed up to be. Nor did I know where we wer going for dinner. Mycroft seemed so posh, the first time I saw him he was in an expensive looking three piece suit; I wasn't sure if that's how he always dressed or he had a meeting or something. Then again he did later mention that he had a meeting with Japan. Nonetheless he dressed nice. I decided to wear the nicest dress pants I owned, a navy blue button up shirt and I decided to forego the tie ( I've never been a fan of the). I only had one pair of dress shoes and they were scuffed up from wearing them at work, but I decided to wear them anyways.
Unfortunately I was ready to go way too soon. So I made a quick cup of tea to help me relax, I really was quite nervous.
7:00 pm Thursday night Mycroft
I was genuinely nervous for my date with DI Lestrade. I have seen the man before, working with my brother, but I never really had paid him any attention. That is until I saw him two days ago, I never had noticed how handsome he really was; what with his deep chocolate brown eyes, prematurely graying hair that was once black and his naturally tan skin. He was honestly one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. I knew that if Sherlock was able to tolerate him, he had to be a decent bloke.
It took me all but twenty minutes to get ready for the date. I knew that I looked best in my navy blue suit which thankfully matched my lucky red tie that had little white umbrellas on it. I combed my hair, brushed my teeth and refreshed my cologne. Unfortunately I was ready to go too soon, so I made a quick cup of tea, the one I drank when I was nervous for something. I really wanted this date to go well. From what little I actually knew about Gregory, I really like him.
7:20 pm
It would take ten minutes to get to Gregory's house from mine. My driver pulled up to the door to get me in a sleek black BMW 535i. it was one of my favourite cars that I used at work, so much so that I owned one myself, the only difference was that mine is a dark green instead of black. We arrived outside of Gregory's house precisely at 7:29 pm. I got out and knocked on Gregory's door.
7:30 pm Greg
*Knock, knock, knock*
I looked out the window to see Mycroft at my door.
'Hello Mycroft. Let me just get my coat and then I'm ready to go. Come in'
'Thank you, Gregory. You have a lovely home. You live alone, I assume?'
'Yea, I uh kicked my ex out. She still is moving her stuff out though. Okay lets go.'
I followed Mycroft out so I could lock the door behind us. When I turned back around I saw that Mycroft was holding the car door open for me.
As we got in and started moving I asked "So where are we going for diinner?'
'It's a surprise Gregory. I hope that's okay.'
'Yea, no that's fine.
Ten minutes later we pulled up to an extremely fancy looking restaurant; there wasn't a sole in sight, only the valet guy. It was the same inside, despite the fact that it being a popular place for the wealthy. It looked as though the whole place had been rented out. We were seated at a table that was in the middle of the restaurant.
'I hope that you like French cuisine Gregory.' Mycroft said looking at the menu.
'You do realize my last name is Lestrade right? Its French, my parents were from France. I grew up eating French food and speaking French as well.'
'Right of course. Comment allez-vous?'
'Oh! Je suis tres' bon. Merci de demander. Haha. Je vois que vou parlez francais aussi. Parlez-vous couramment?'
'Oui. I am also fluent in Japanese, German and Latin.'
'Latin?'
'Etiam'
'Why Latin? It's a dead language.'
'Obviously I don't really get the chance to actually speak it but it is fun to be able to read things that are in Latin. Are you fluent in anything else?'
'Just French and German. Did you learn the other languages for work?
'No. Mummy insisted that Sherlock and I were fluent in many languages. She also insisted that we learn to play an instrument as well.'
'Oh? What do you play?'
'Piano and guitar. But I mostly play the piano.'
'I can play the guitar too. I was in a band when I was younger, before University. Although now a day I don't really ever have time to play, I am always too busy with work.'
The waiter can and took our orders mid conversation. I ordered my favorite, ratatouille and a Rioja wine. Mycroft order escargot with a Pinot noir wine.
'So what exactly do you do for work Mycroft?'
'I occupy a minor position in the British government.'
'And that means what exactly?'
'I'm not exactly at liberty to say. I do apologize for that.'
'Oh, uh right. So we both work for the government. Nice.'
'Yes. So Gregory, what else do you do in the little free time you get?'
'Uh well, I like to cook; I love to watch a good action movie. I occasionally read. I watch a lot of crap telly. Like I said, I don't really get a lot of free time. What do you do when you're not busy being the government?'
'I like riding horses, reading a good mystery novel, playing piano and occasionally watch a movie.'
'You are so different compared to Sherlock, are you sure you are his brother? He wasn't adopted was he?'
'No he wasn't and I assure that we are indeed brothers.'
'Well I would rather deal with you than him any day. He can be such a child sometimes.'
'Thank you Gregory, and yes he can be quite the child. Nonetheless I love him still. But enough about him, I am far more interested in knowing more about you.'
'Okay. What do you want to know about me? I'm pretty much an open book, so ask away.'
'So you have an ex-wife, what happened? If you don't mind me asking.'
'You're fine to ask. She kept cheating on me and I had had enough so I confronted her about it. We decided it was best to end it, after ten years of a shitty marriage. She then went psycho and started saying that it was me that was cheating and it was all her idea to get a divorce. Honestly I think it bugged her that I'm bi. I don't think she ever fully trusted me, always thought that I would run away with some bloke instead of her. But thankfully the divorce is almost final, and then I won't have to deal with her anymore.'
'I'm sorry Gregory.'
'It's okay. What about you? You got any crazy ex's?'
'Well no crazy ex-wives if that's what you mean. I've never liked women. I was married once, his name was Kyle. He was my best friend when I was in University. We got married after we both graduated but soon after he was sent to Iraq, he was a soldier in the army. He had been deployed only six months when the car he was riding in hit a bomb. He died instantly. I haven't really seen anyone since him. I've dated here and there but nothing serious.'
'Oh Mycroft, I'm so sorry.'
'Its alright, I'm fine. I have moved on. It was years ago. Lets change the subject shall we? When did you know that you wanted to be a police officer?'
'I'd always kind of wanted to be a cop as a kid but it wasn't until Uni that I decided that I'd actually do it.. I studied criminology in Uni so that I could become a detective. I never really expected to be an inspector though. Did you always want to work in politics?'
'No actually. I wanted to be a musician, a concert pianist to be exact. But my father told me that I would have a better chance at a career if I went into politics. I believed him so here I am with a great job working for the Queen and I love it.'
'You work FOR the Queen?!'
'Um…..right…..yes I do, I guess after telling you that I can say I work in the palace too.'
'Wow, so you have met the Queen?'
'Yes, I've even had tea with her.'
'That's pretty cool, Mycroft.'
By now we both had finished eating and were just talking, enjoying each other's company. The date was going well so far, I didn't want it to end.
'Well Gregory, are you ready to go?'
'Uh, yea sure.' Mycroft paid the check and we headed out to the car. It was a quiet ride back to my house. We sat next to each other just enjoying the company. We were just about to my place when Mycroft broke the silence.
'Gregory, would you like to come to my place for a drink? I am really not ready for this date to be over just yet.'
'I'd love to. I agree I am not ready for tonight to be over either. I enjoy being with you.'
'As do I.'
So fifteen minutes later we arrived in front of a house that could only be described as a manor. I had never seen anything quite like it. It was at least three stories tall, it had at least a dozen windows, and multiple balconies. There was even a fountain in the front of the house. I couldn't even begin to imagine what the inside looked like.
'Wow, you live here? You must have quite the job working for the Queen.'
'Its not that great Gregory. Its too big to live alone in but I hate the idea of living anywhere else. Lets go inside shall we? Its much to cold out here to linger looking at my house.'
The inside was just as nice as I had expected. The entryway was small but nice, there was a staircase that led upstairs, the doors to the kitchen were to the left and an informal living space was to the right. There was a hallway that led past the stairs, I assume it lead to bedrooms and who knows what else. The floor looked to be granite tiles, the walls were filled with pictures of miscellaneous things, some were painting and some were pictures of people and places. Mycroft led the way into the kitchen, which was equally as nice. All of the appliances were stainless steel, the counters were white marble and there was a massive island. It was every chefs dream.
'Wow, Myc, I would love to have a kitchen like this.'
'Yea? The sad thing is I don't even cook, I have my own personal chef.'
'That is one lucky chef.'
Attached to the kitchen there was a formal dining room, which looked as though it had never been used. There was a small table in the kitchen but that too looked like it was never used. Where did this man eat? Mycroft went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine.
'Do you want wine or a beer? I have both.'
'I'll have a beer please.' He handed me a beer with a name I have never heard of, Miller Genuine Draft.
'It's American beer. I import it. This one is my favourite.'
I cautiously tried it, to my surprise it was pretty good. After he had poured himself a glass of wine we went into the living room across the hall. The living room was an extremely large room. It was almost two living rooms in one. There was a large fireplace on one wall, in front of it there were two decent sized couches and a coffee table between them. On the other side of the room there were four chairs; two were large armchairs and the other two were just nice armchairs, and then there was another couch and a coffee table. On one side of the room there was a large glass door that led outside, there were large window on each side of the door. Mycroft went to go light the fireplace. I followed and sat on one of the couches in front of said fireplace. There was a sketchpad on the coffee table, I picked it up to look at it.
'Do you mind if I look?'
'No, go ahead. I forgot to tell you that I draw as well. Of all the rooms in the house this is my favourite place to draw. I love to curl up in front of the fireplace and just draw for hours; or as long as I can.'
'Wow, these are really good. You could sell these and make a pretty penny.'
'I actually have sold some of my work. And it did in fact make a 'pretty penny' as you would say.'
'Nice.'
We sat and talked for another hour and half about anything and nothing. I glanced at my watch and was surprised to see it say midnight.
'Well Mycroft, its getting late and I have to get up early for work. So I better head home. I had a lovely time tonight. Id love to do this again.'
'I had a wonderful time as well Gregory. I would love to do this again. Do you know the next time you will be available?'
'Ill have to look at my schedule tomorrow when I am at work but ill let you know, alright?'
'Alright. If you get your coat I will get my driver so he can take you home.'
'Thanks Myc.'
translations; French and latin
comment allez-vous how are you
je suis tre' bon I am very well
Mercy de demander thanks for asking
Je vois que vous parlez francais aussi I see you speak French as well
parlez-vous couramment do you speak fluently
oui yes
etiam (latin) yes
if these translations aren't exact sorry I was using google translate.
hope you guys liked this chapter. ch 3 will be up soon...gotta write it first ;)
if you guys want spoilers or to see what I imagine for Mycrofts house then go to my twitter /sammy123348
remember to rate and review :P
