A/N: Oh hey , , very short chap because I'm extra tired and it just popped up in my head while listening to Terrible Things by Mayday Parade which is an absolutely heartbreaking but gorgeous song! And chapter ten already wows! it's only just getting started, sorry to inflict my torturous writing on you lovely peeps So I feel bad about breaking Lestrade and Mycroft up While they are still my OTP alongside Johnlock, I want angsssssttttt :P :P and I kinda have a soft spot for Lestrade/Molly although I'm not sure that will feature in this but no fear Mycroft will get love! :D Again I wanna thank you all for reading, I've had 300 more hits since I posted the last chappie and two more alerts and faves :D chhhheeeers me dears, I toast you all. Mycroft said they wouldn't allow him to send the cake first class, don't ask me why not :/ I think he's lying because he wants a review about his sacrificing of Lestrade :P

Enjoy!

Emm xx

Chapter Ten

Paris had never been Mycroft's favourite place in the world. It was mildly appealing to the government official but it had been Gregory's idea to spend a month travelling. He had pestered Mycroft every waking minute to book time off of work until he gave in, and the capital of France was their first stop. The eld- No, the only Holmes brother now, wandered down the cobbled side streets from his hotel towards the River Seine smiling sadly to himself. He had been here on a meeting the first time he had spoken to Gregory about Sherlock, five years ago.

The detective inspector wanted to know if the then twenty five year old and addicted to cocaine consulting detective was for real; Mycroft assured him that yes he was indeed being serious about his deductions, and then preceded to creep the Scotland Yard worker out even further by stating that if he was adamant on remaining married he should spend less time at the office. Not that Mycroft was spying on Gregory of course, just keeping a watchful eye on him every other day.

"Bugger off, if I wanted to be belittled I'd invite Sherlock over!" Had been Gregory's response to that and Mycroft had to bite his lip to restrain a chortle which then made him speechless for about a minute. Hardly anybody made him even smile genuinely let alone laugh. And that was the beginning of them, but now this was the end and Mycroft was back here, lonelier and emptier than ever before. He had lost the two people he loved most in this lifetime; His brother who he had always felt more of a father towards but couldn't even tell when he needed help, and his soul mate whom had just had his heart shattered to pieces by him.

Reaching the riverside, he took a seat on a patch of grass, not paying attention to his expensive trousers getting stained and cast an eye out over the water. Crowds of people on boats, laughing and talking, oblivious to all the pain stirring inside of him. Obviously they had no idea; it was hardly likely that they had played a massive part in their younger sibling's suicide. He propped his chin on a hand and stared moodily out into the distance, unaware of the shadow passing over him.