A/N: I suddenly realized that I missed a couple of prompts. So I've been working on them today, which means you can expect more updates this week. Also, I am still asking for more prompts. Don't be shy;)

Prompt from nothingbutasheet: "Mycroft Holmes hates Sherlock, while secretly brotherly loving him ('cause we all know Sherlock can be an goddamn ass sometimes and annoying and messy and lazy)"


"So what did my annoying little brother did this time?" The question left Mycroft's lips along with a deep sigh and the DI couldn't hold his grin.

"Nothing too terrible." He assured. "Just breaking and entering."

"Victim's house?"

"Sure."

Mycroft rolled his eyes and slumped back into his chair tiredly. Every time Gregory Lestrade came to his office it was because of yet another Sherlock's brilliant adventure. Lestrade had become a bearer of bad news and Mycroft tensed just at the sight of him; not that it was not a nice sight but that reaction had been completely unconscious.

"How I hate him." Mycroft lamented as he waved the other man to a chair.

"Not you don't." Gregory protested simply. "You do hate cleaning up his mess though." He pointed out with a nod.

"That I do," Mycroft couldn't help but agree. He glanced at the other man, catching his smile and returning it tentatively. At least one good thing came out of all Sherlock's mad obsessions – he got to see Gregory Lestrade more often. Despite the reasons for the DI's visits, meeting him was always a pleasure. "Did you arrest him?"

"No. I'll leave it for you decide on a punishment."

"As if he'd accept it." Mycroft sighed again." But you are right; I could never hate my little brother."