Hi, here's next chapter. Now focusing on Mycroft and someone. Enjoy.
After Mycroft put a blanket around Sherlock, he left the flat. His car was still there waiting for him. He got in and picked his phone. He was searching his contacts for one special number, it has been a while since he spoke with this man. And now was really the time. Mycroft needed someone to talk to, to conspire with. He finally found the number he was looking for and dialed it.
It rang for three times until it was picked up: „Inspector Detective Lestrade" „Hello Gregory, it's Mycroft. I hope I didn't interrupted anything." Mycroft said politely. „No you didn't." said Greg „What do you need, Mycroft?" Holmes thought for a moment how to phrase his request. „Well, could we meet somewhere? I'd like to talk to you?" „Talk about?" Lestrade was definitely curious. „About Sherlock, he's doing it again..." Mycroft let out a sigh. „Yeah of course. The usual place?" Gregory sounded just a bit disappointed, but Mycroft didn!'t have time to wonder why. „Yes. Meet you in hour?" „I'll be there." Greg said and hung up.
Mycroft smiled softly, Lestrade would understand his worries about his brother. Well, he understood before. But Mycroft hoped that he would not need to consult with Detective after Sherlock met John. John was good for him. But then Sherlock decided that he simply had to dismantle Moriarty's network. And he refused to let John know that he in fact didn't die. He said something about it being a bit dangerous and inconvenient. Mycroft wished that he did persuade his brother, because if John knew that Sherlock was alive than he would not marry Mary and Sherlock would be happy or at least content.
„Take me to The Rising cup." Mycroft said to driver. „Of course sir." came a short reply. The ride there would take about 35 minutes, 45 if there was traffic. So Mycroft leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. He was quite tired. No wonder, he's been working late for last month. Stupid Middle Easter crisis. Heck he even fell asleep in his office two times. Slowly Mycroft drifted into slumber.
„We are here, sir." driver said and Mycroft quicky woke up. He glanced at his watch. There was definitely some heavy traffic, the ride has taken 44 minutes to be exact. Mycroft look into rearview mirror and combed his hair. Lestrade didn't have to know, how exhausted he was. „Thank you." Mycroft said. „You can go home, I'll take the cab home. Your wife is waiting for you." Driver looked happy: „Thank you sir." Mycroft got off the car. He entered the pub.
He glanced around the room and to his surprise found Greg already here. Usually it was Mycroft who was first for their meetings. He walk to Gregory and when he finally noticed him, Mycroft said: „Hello Gregory, excuse me, I am late, there was a traffic." Lestarde just shook his head and smiled a little. „Hi. Is there ever not traffic in London? And no, you are not late, you are early as always. I'm feeling little proud that I managed to beat you this time."
Mycroft shook his head there was just a ghost of a smile dancing on his face, but Greg noticed it. „Sit down, Mycroft." Holmes put his umbrella under the table and sat down. „So..." Lestrade started. „Sherlock's been doing drugs again." Mycroft finished. „Oh" Lestrade said. „Yes, Oh indeed." Mycroft agreed. Gregory slowly opened his mouth as if to say something, but was interrupted by a waiter. „What can I get you, gentlemen?" Young boy asked. Mycroft quicky scanned the menu and said: „I'll have glass of red wine and tuna salad." Greg shook his head in disbelief, Mycroft was trying to lose weight again. „I'll have beef steak and chips and soda." he said. „I'm on call tonight." He explained to nobody in particular. Waiter politely shook his head and left.
„Don't you tell me that you're on a diet again, Mycroft." Greg said irritated. „In fact, yes, I am on a diet, but why should that by any concern of your, I can!t understand." Mycroft said slowly. „It is illogical a thus it's my concern." Lestrade replied with a serious expression. „ And since when recognize what is illogical and what is not, Gregory?" Holmes said with tiny smile to hint that he didn't meant the words be as hurtful as they sounded.
„Very funny, Mycroft." Greg said smiling. „I... I just... Well you don't need to lose weight. You look nice." Detective Inspector blushed slightly. Mycroft didn't know why, but suddenly there was a blood rushing into his face. „Quite the opposite, Gregory. I've gained 9 pounds in the last month." Lestrade tried really hard to not look at Mycroft's body, it would be impolite. „Oh, well it's not showing..." greg whispered. His cheeks were definitely red now.
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