Title: Name Confused
Author: enchanted nightingale
Beta Reader: pussycatadamah
Summary: What if Mycroft's name confused assistant was male? Harry Potter tries to shed his name and his past, taking a rare offer of anonymity while still getting to play the hero.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Sherlock do not belong to me. I only use them in my plot for fun and do not profit from this.
14. DI Lestrade
Meeting with Mycroft Holmes was an experience for Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade. He had been walking away from a crime scene, Sherlock had long since vanished like the whirlwind that he was, leaving him with many answers even to questions he had not thought to ask (and that had been admittedly annoying and at the same time impressive), when a large black car, as non descript as a luxury car could be, slid up next to him and the window rolled down, revealing a green eyed man wearing glasses, texting away in his phone with a smile in his face.
"Pleasant evening DI Gregory Lestrade, please step in the car," the unknown man said.
Greg hesitated. He normally would have not even considered the request and not just because of the stranger equals danger factor he was trying to teach his kids, or even the good old common sense he had. But because the tone of the man was the same one his old drill instructor at the Police Academy used, Greg actually stopped to consider.
"It is a pleasant evening, but if you want to talk you could always step out," the DI suggested. Not eager to get in a car with a stranger. Surrounded by police officers he felt safe and empowered. He somehow could tell that if he entered that car there would be trouble.
"It was not a suggestion, DI Lestrade," the green eyed man said, finally looking up from his phone.
There was something in those green eyes that made Greg shiver. The door was opened for him.
"Get in," was the order for the third time delivered in such a tone that the DI knew he could not ignore.
The DI hesitated again and the green eyed man whipped out a card that declared he was from the Prime Minister's office. It could be a fake, a long shot that one, but Greg could not chance that. He got inside the car and was driven for the better part of an hour. All his questions had been buffered by the green eyed, bespectacled man who kept his mouth shut whenever their destination was brought up; save that annoyingly knowing smile he shot at Greg.
"And what is your name?" the DI asked at some point.
"Silence," the green eyed man replied.
"You want me to stop talking or… Your actual name is 'Silence'?"
The green eyed man smiled. "We're here," he announced and the car stopped. "He's waiting for you."
"Who is he?" Greg asked.
"You don't want to keep him waiting," Silence insisted and the DI supposed the strange man would be right. So he exited the car and walked further inside the warehouse he found himself in. It was like the set of a movie really and quite the spooky place but he refused to show how uncomfortable he felt.
Further ahead was the figure of a man, seated in a simple chair, with an umbrella hanging from the backrest, and another empty chair waiting at his side. The man was nothing remarkable really and the smile he had on his face while pleasant was a sign of trouble to come. Greg felt a shiver.
"DI Greg Lestrade?" the stranger asked.
"Yes?"
"Do have a seat. I have matters I want to talk to you about, regarding one Sherlock Holmes."
Greg tensed. "What about him?"
"I'm a man who worries about him."
"That's a shock, why do you care about him?" Greg demanded, a bit defensively on behalf of the antisocial (who was he kidding, Sherlock had no social skill, at all) but terrifying brilliant youth. Lately Sherlock had been pale and obviously not sleeping or eating enough and Greg was of half the mind to seek the kid out. He was also suspicious that the youth was abusing substances but so far could not prove that.
"You care about him," the stranger commented. "That makes my job easier."
"And what is your job?"
"I told you DI Lestrange, I worry about Sherlock, like every older brother worries about his errant younger siblings, especially when they are as curious as cats."
Greg was left staring. "You are Sherlock's brother? Sherlock has a brother?" Inside he was even more shocked that there were more of them running around London. He felt out of sorts.
"Mycroft Holmes; pleased to make your acquaintance."
Greg sat in the offered chair.
Mycroft continued to smile. "Now, let's discuss my younger brother."
The DI groaned.