Okay so I finally updated and I can't say I'm very pleased with this chapter considering it took me way longer than usual to write it. I mostly wanted this as a slight filler and a way for Greg and Mycroft to meet a bit. Mycroft will show back up later and there will be some chapters in their POV. Sorry for the shortness again and I hope to update again soon.
John was the first to enter the limo and instantly noticed Lestrade and sat next to him. "Hey there Greg," he said smiling at him.
"Hello John, Sherlock," he said smiling back at both men as he fiddled slightly in his seat.
"Lestrade you may want to relax. Mummy can sense fear," Sherlock said with a slightly malicious smile clearly freaking Greg out even more.
"Oh Sherlock behave," John said lightly swatting at Sherlock. Sherlock smiled at him and John winked back causing Sherlock to blush lightly. "Don't worry Greg; it's going to be fine."
"Yea...yea okay but do I look alright? I mean good enough for Mycroft?" Greg asked nervously.
"Why would you be worried? Is someone trying to impress Mycroft tonight?" John asked teasingly. From the corner of his eye, he saw Sherlock was about to say something but stopped him by putting his hand over Sherlock's. Sherlock got the message to keep quiet about the subject immediately.
"What? No! Don't-don't be ridiculous. I'm just going to be seen with him and don't want to embarrass him or something in front of his mother."
"Don't worry. No one could be worse than his date last year," Sherlock said smirking.
"What was so bad about last year?" asked John curiously.
"Well the second they entered mummy's house, she basically tried to have sex with him on the floor. He was so shocked and had no idea what to do."
"Well I won't be doing that," Greg said sounding shocked and horrified at the thought. As they pulled up to the sidewalk, John looked out the window and was shocked at the size of the house. It was massive! There was lights, beautiful music and people everywhere.
The house appeared to be 3 stories high and built completely out of what appeared to be stone. It had white windows littering the front of the house with a large driveway out front. They pulled up to the front door where they were greeted by Mycroft. Sherlock got out and helped John out of the car. Greg came out and looked up slightly surprised as Mycroft held his hand out to him smiling.
Sherlock pulled John towards the front door and pushed past the large crowds. He nodded at the man by the front entrance and was granted access by a simple grunt. Sherlock then took John's hand and led him to a table closer to the far edge away from the door. They had already placed their orders earlier so were simply waiting for the food to be brought to them.
"So how do you like the place?" Sherlock asked calmly but John could see the slight nervousness behind Sherlock's eyes.
"It's beautiful Sherlock. Thank you for bringing me." Sherlock smiled brightly and then grabbed John's hand from under the table. As their food was brought, John looked over and saw Greg nervously sit down not far from them across from Mycroft.
"I must say Gregory you look very good in that suit," Mycroft said carefully leading Greg to their table.
"Uhh thank you, you too Mycroft."Mycroft smiled down at him and pulled out Greg's chair for him who thanked him and blushed.
"You seem nervous? Are you afraid to meet my mother?" Mycroft asked after their food had been brought.
"Well I..." Greg debated with himself on if he should lie or not but went against it knowing Mycroft could read him like a book. "A bit."
"No need to worry. Mummy is very accepting. Sherlock and I got our more dark side from our father who has now passed away."
"I'm sorry. About your father I mean," he said sympathetically.
"No need to be. We never got along with him anyways."
"Mycroft darling, you didn't come and introduce yourself," said a voice from behind Greg causing him to stiffen.
"Mummy, I didn't want to interrupt you welcoming the other guests." Mycroft stood up and went over to hug his mother. Greg turned slightly and smiled at the woman. She was about 5'8 with the heels on. She had light hair like Mycroft but Sherlock's piercing eyes. She was slim and was wearing a beautiful black dress that showed off her figure.
"And who might you be?" she said looking at Greg. He stood up and raised his hand to shake hers.
"Gregory Lestrade. It's nice to meet you Miss. Holmes," he said nervously.
"Felicia please honey and no need to be nervous. Mycroft honey did you tell him I eat souls or something?" she said smiling and laughing slightly at Greg's shocked face.
"Oh mummy, no need to start," said Mycroft rolling his eyes.
"Oh I'm only teasing. It's great to meet you detective inspector. Now I must be off to see my son who decided to go missing for 2 years and not tell me he wasn't dead."
"Nice to meet you as well, have a great night and happy birthday," Greg said nicely. She smiled and thanked him before going over towards Sherlock and John's table. "Your mother seems great," he said.
"Why of course she is. She tolerated Sherlock and I as children and didn't kill us didn't she?" Greg laughed at Mycroft's joke and they shared great conversation between each other.
"Sherlock!" Sherlock looked behind him and stood up instantly at the sight of his mother. He went over to her with a big smile on his face and brought her into a big hug.
"Hello mummy," he said holding her in a death grip. Along with John, Sherlock had greatly missed his mother during the 2 years he was 'dead'. He had always been pretty close to his mother, especially as a kid. He was always the freak at school but his mother made him feel great regardless and taught him to always be himself.
"How have you been Sherly?" she asked and Sherlock saw the sadness and happiness in his mother's eyes.
"I'm doing great. Better than ever actually. Mummy, I would like to introduce you to my boyfriend John," Sherlock brought his mother closer to John. As Greg had, he stood up and shook her hand gently smiling.
"It's great to finally meet you Miss-"
"Felicia please," she said before he called her Miss. Holmes. Sherlock knew it made her feel old.
"Sorry Felicia. It's great to meet you."
"No problem John. So boyfriend I hear. John I do hope you will be able to handle my son. He is quite something else," Felicia said smirking over at Sherlock almost daring him to say something.
"Oh don't you worry about that Felicia, I can handle him and his giant mystery solving brain quite well." She laughed at his answer and pulled him into a hug.
"Thank you," she whispered into his ear.
She pulled away and gave Sherlock one more hug and a kiss on the cheek before excusing herself from their table. They sat back down and began eating again. "Your mother is great!" John said smiling up at Sherlock who smiled back and once again, took his hand.
They discussed some more and Sherlock was just about to begin discussing his childhood when Greg came over and tapped Sherlock on the shoulder. Sherlock looked up in confusion but instantly knew what was wrong from Greg's face.
"Sorry to bother you but it seems the other body you deduced has come far sooner than we expected," Greg said sounding tired. Sherlock nodded and Greg went back over to Mycroft to probably tell him they were leaving.
John and Sherlock started to get up. Sherlock signalled for John to stay where he was for a moment as we went over to talk to his mother. He tapped her on her shoulder before bringing her into a big hug. "Looks like we have to head back early for a case, sorry Mummy. I had a fantastic time and I promise John and I will visit here soon."
"Don't worry about it honey, go find that killer. Oh and Sherlock, don't lose John." She smiled up at him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I won't," he replied barely a whisper before running over to the front door where Mycroft took John.
After going home to change, Sherlock and John met Greg out by the crime scene. Surprisingly it was the same place that the other body was dumped. "I want you to set a parole around this area from now on. There is no way this guy is dumping a body here a third time," Greg said at the other officers around him clearly frustrated. He beckoned Sherlock over not wanting to touch the evidence.
Sherlock came over with John and saw a young boy in only his boxers lying on his stomach. One thing that stood out to both of them was the giant mark carved into the boy's body. It looked like the letter M carved in but with more rounded edges and a small triangular shape on the middle line.
"What could it possibly mean?" John asked.
"I have no idea," Sherlock replied.
So yes the boy is now dead and you will soon know what the symbols actually mean after the third body. Hope you liked it and please review :)