Author's note: Thanks for your kind reviews!
Thanks to Red Leper for pointing out my mistakes (damn my fat fingers and the lack of sleep) and also to Carolyn and Science of Deduction for their appreciation!
As I planned to write yesterday evening, and as you requested Carolyn, here's the meeting.
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LESTRADE and MYCROFT chapter 1
He watched Sherlock's door closing, then turned on his heels and shrugged.
"This is going to be the death of me" he muttered.
Just before starting to walk, a big, black, unmarked limo parked to his right and the door opened.
He stopped, lowered his head and tried to look inside the car.
"DI Lestrade, please be kind and step in" a soft voice told him.
The DI bursted a dry laugh. "No way, buddy. I'm not gonna jump on the backseats of an unmarked car with someone I've never met" he replied.
"Please, Inspector, I am not an enemy. This is simply a friendly meeting. Get in the car" the stranger repeated, putting more force in his voice.
"Fine then". Lestrade bent his back, sat on the leather seats and, with a rapid but firm movement, pulled out his gun and pointed it to the man sat in front of him.
"There is no need to be so aggressive, Detective Inspector. I told you, I'm not your enemy. Let me introduce myself: my name is Mycroft Holmes and, according to my sources, you are one of my brother's closest acquaintances" the man said, in the meanwhile pulling out his hand and waiting for the policeman to shake it.
Lestrade's eyes almost popped out of their holes: a part from the alabaster pale skin and the dark hair, they couldn't have been more different.
While Sherlock's entire figure was constantly shaken by his endless energy, his brother was calm, placid, almost motionless; the younger brother was bad mannered and had a cruel and sarcastic smirk, whereas the elder was accomodating, kind and smiling.
"All right then" the cop sighed, putting his gun back in the holster and shacking his hand, "what do you want from me?".
"Straight to the point, I appreciate that. Well, DI Lestrade, what I want is quite simple: I want what's best for Sherlock.
I want him satisfied with his life, or at least I want him the most satisfied he can be. I don't want to receive another phone call telling me my brother has overdosed and lies unconscious in a pull of his own vomit.
Apparently, using his intellect and legwork to solve crimes – or mysteries, cases, experiments or whatever he calls them – makes him quite happy, so I am here to ensure that he can access every case he wants to investigate on" Mycroft smiled, staring intensely at Lestrade.
"Wait a minute, you can't ask me that! It doesn't depend on me: you should talk to the tip of the pyramid, I'm nothing more then the fucking basement. And good luck with that, truthfully they don't really like your brother" the DI protested.
"Oh, don't worry about that, Inspector. I've already talked to the responsibles, and they've already cleared the path. Now, I need you to grant me that you will call Sherlock as often as you can and that your team won't be too harassing" Holmes replied, using a tone of voice that sounded both extremely threatening and somehow sweet and sensual in Greg's ears.
That soothing, enticing voice, along with the enormous self-confidence and the fire that burnt in Mycroft's eyes worked their magic on Lestrade, and he suddenly felt his body responding.
Oh please, Gregory thought, try not to get a hard-on in front of Mycroft bloody Holmes. You're not 15 or something!
He quickly regained a little peace and replied "It would be a lot easier if your brother just stopped implying, insulting and, generally speaking, pissing people off".
"I know, that harshness has always been a distinctive trait of his personality. Even Mother tried to get rid of it and failed, so you can't actually expect me to do it. Just get on with it, please, and I assure you you'll be greatly rewarded".
"If I didn't know you're a bloody genius as much as your brother is, I would think you're trying to bribe me. Well, don't" the cop murmured, adding a quick smirk.
Just for a second, Mycroft looked surprised.
"I was not..." he retorted, but stopped talking as soon as he saw the grin on the DI's face; "A word to the wise" he added, a sincere smile finally appearing on his lips.
They spent the rest of the journey chatting lightly, getting to know each other and settling in a far more relaxed mood now that they both knew they were playing their cards by the rules.
Some time later, the car stopped in front of Scotland Yard.
"It was a great pleasure meeting you, DI Lestrade" Mycroft declared.
"My pleasure, mr. Holmes. Next time, however, try to avoid all of this 'I'm kidnapping you' stuff; just ring my doorbell and come up to my place, it'll be far more comfortable" Lestrade said slowly, teasing Mycroft more than he actually meant.
Not giving Holmes the chance to reply (and also enjoying the light blush on his pale cheeks and the astonished look in his eyes), he jumped out of the car and entered the building.
At the end of their "friendly meeting", Lestrade could feel that the differences between the two Holmes brothers ran way lower than the simple appearances: Sherlock was pretty intimidating with his attitude and his intelligence, not to mention his sex-appeal, but Mycroft was absolutely both intriguing and scaring as Sin.
Greg laughed, and thought "Adoro le complicazioni, fanno per me"*
* Sentence from an italian song called "Luna".
It can be translated as following: "I love complications, they suit me fine!"
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Author's note: Yay, two chapters (though short) in two days, WTF?
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