A Truly Angelic Gentleman
Chapter 4: Commencement
When Gregory got up the next morning, he was startled to find that Mycroft hadn't moved from his spot on the sofa from the previous night. He looked exactly the same; no messy hair, no wrinkles in his suit, nothing. He was flipping through a book that had been left on the table and looked up when he heard Greg enter.
"Ah, good morning." He said politely, placing the book down and standing. Greg was slightly put off by Mycroft's formal demeanor, but decided that ignoring it for now would be the best course of action.
"Did you sleep at all?" Greg asked as he started to make a pot of coffee.
"No. Angels don't exactly need sleep. It is more of a luxury; nice when had, but not necessary." Greg nodded absentmindedly. Thinking about that prompted a second question.
"Is food the same way?" He asked, looking to the gentleman. "Yes, of course." Mycroft answered. Greg nodded again, allowing a light bulb to go off in his head.
"Guess that explains why your brother never eats." He laughed, pouring two cups of coffee and passing one to Mycroft. He wasn't exactly sure why he did this, knowing that Mycroft didn't exactly have to eat, but he figured politeness was the course of action.
"Yes. He doesn't really see the point, even if it causes difficulties in him blending in with other people." He murmured thanks and sipped the warm coffee.
"Yeah, he stands out a bit." Greg chuckled, drinking his coffee as well before glancing up at the clock, "I have to go to work. You can stay here if you'd like or-"
"I'll remain here. It is far simpler than trying to wander about London simply to entertain myself. Just get in contact me if anything strange occurs, understand?" Mycroft's features changed from sarcastic to stern.
"Yeah. I got it. I'll just call," He gestured to the phone that sat on the counter, "You do know how to use a-"
"Gregory, I am an angel, not a shut-in. I know what a phone is." Greg rolled his eyes, ignoring the sarcastic retort.
"Alright, alright; I get it. See you." Greg placed his cup in the sink before grabbing his coat and heading out the door.
'Yeah… I'm definitely going to call him.'
Upon entering his office that morning, Greg was slammed with a triple homicide. The victims were two sisters and one of their husbands, all in their mid to late thirties. They had all been shot, but the problem was that they had been shot from a considerable distance and the only building they could have been shot from was locked tight, no signs of an entry, and none of the security cameras saw any person enter or leave the building at their times of death.
Greg groaned tiredly, pulling out his mobile and quickly hitting speed-dial.
"Do you have a case?" The voice said from the other end.
"Yes, hello to you too, Sherlock." Greg sighed into the phone. He couldn't believe that this insufferable man was actually an angel.
"Yes, yes. Hello, how's the job, etc, etc. Unnecessary details. Now, do you have a case?" Greg rolled his eyes.
"Yes. Triple homicide, all shot. Not quite sure how yet, will you come?"
"Text me the details. John and I will be there." The dial tone rang out. Greg hastily typed in the address and extra information before dialing his flat.
"Hello, Lestrade Residence."
"Mycroft? Why are you answering like that?" Greg asked.
"Well, I didn't want people to call and think they had the wrong number. You have some messages; I took them down for you."
"Yeah, thanks. Listen, I think I found something that may be what you were talking about. There's been a triple homicide. They've all been shot from pretty far off. The thing is that the only place they could have been shot from is locked tight. No forced entry, nothing damaged, and no cameras saw anybody enter or leave the building. Would that be something?" There was silence on the other end. "Mycroft?"
"What's the address?"
"Uh… 1265 Richmond Street. But Mycroft, I've already got-"
"Irrelevant. I need to see this, Gregory. It is my job, after all."