"Get in"
"No why would I? I'm a detective inspector at Scotland Yard you cannot seriously think you can kidnap me that easily!" said Greg Lestrade to the slightly rolled down passenger window of a black sedan. The passenger window then started to move down further and a middle aged man with balding ginger hair appeared in the gap.
"Gregory it's not a kidnapping. It's raining heavily and you are not wearing a coat or carrying an umbrella so I suggest accepting the offer of transportation unless you want to catch a cold."
Greg weighed up his options it wasn't a hard decision. Stay out in the rain and risk catching a cold and missing work or getting into a dry car even if it was occupied with Sherlock's older brother.
"Thank you for the lift" replied Greg as he climbed into the car. He often wished he looked more elegant when entering or exiting a car but try as he might it never happened. Unlike a certain someone's brother. Greg turned towards Mycroft. "It would be a shame if me walking home caused me to be off work if Sherlock needs me. Who knows what he would do. I might come back into work to find Anderson bound to a cactus and gagged whilst Sally is locked in a room somewhere. And no I do not know where Sherlock would get a cactus that big and carry it to Scotland Yard. And no I do not want to." Mycroft's mouth curve upwards into a slight smile but apart from that gave no indication of listening to Lestrade. Despite the decrease in the awkwardness between them caused by the joke as the car ride stretched on and on as the driver turned down more and more roads the awkwardness grew. "How long is it till we get to wherever it is we are going?" asked Greg who was fed up of watching the minutes tick by in silence. "I'm pretty sure this car ride is the most tortuous I've been on."
"I see no torture devices unless you count sitting next to me as torture. In that case I will ask the driver to halt at the next available opportunity so you can disembark and carry on your day." Said Mycroft sharply. Greg didn't realise how warm Mycroft's request that he enter the car was until compared with the icy tone of his last sentence. Truly deserving of the name ice man.
"No. No. No. I didn't mean that. Well not in that way I meant that the route was long and complex and seeming to take ages. I didn't mean to offend you I was just trying to sound smart."
"Oh." Greg looked towards Mycroft It wasn't every day, or any day if what Greg knew of Mycroft was true, that Mycroft was speechless. "I'm sorry for my mistake Gregory. It won't happen again."
"Don't worry about it. Stop being so formal just call me Greg." The car came to a stop and Greg looked out the window to see he was at his house. He had stopped being curious about how Mycroft seemed to know everything about him despite not telling him anything. It was a trait the Holmes brothers shared. "Thank you again for the lift."
"You're welcome Gregory" At this the two of them shared a small smile before Greg left the car and walked away.