Messing With the British Government
Genre: Family; Humour; Mild Romance
Pairings: Mycroft and Anthea
Main characters: Greg and Sherlock
"Is it over?" the encrypted text message read. "If it isn't, you shan't see your brother alive again."
Sherlock, absently scratching the growth above his upper lip, paused with a grin of pure evil mischief.
"She's asking if it's over," he said to Greg, a half hour later over morning coffee.
'TELL ME Mycroft did not grow a moustache for Movember," Greg said, as he buttered a lemon ginger scone that Greer had made the night before, using Molly's recipe.
"God help us all, he did. And Anthea is LIVID. What she sees in my brother is beyond me, but then again they both seem as cold and distant as I am… oh…"
"Yup," Greg said wisely, as he poured a second cup for his company. "I think Anthea and Mycroft have a little thing going on… but we'll never see it. See Sherlock, it all comes down to deductions. You see things, I see people… remember not that many years ago we had this discussion…"
"You're a bastard. Worse still, you're… irrelevant…" Sherlock sniffed, able to think of nothing better by way of an insult.
"Maybe, in the eyes of your brother and his lady. The point is, for as distant and asexual as your brother comes across as, there's just something about his personal assistant, and something about him to her, that is appealing somehow."
"Well… not, apparently, his moustache. Damnit Lestrade, I feel compelled to lie to her… just for the sake of a little fun… tell me that's a bad idea. I SO want to hear it's ill-advised…"
"Don't mess with the British Government," Greg finally said, as he nibbled a particularly scrumptious lump of candied ginger. "She can be a real bear when you piss her off."
"Translation," Sherlock said, as he carefully stirred his third cup. "Tell Anthea to drag my brother over to Baker Street with a well honed straight razor, two days hence?"
Greg thought about this for only a moment, long enough to swallow the bit of scone and wash it down with a pull of his coffee cup.
"Yup," he said, with a wink.