| Experimentation 1 |

| Records |

| Independent variable – Notes |

| Dependent variable – Subject 2 attraction to Subject 16, vice versa |

| Control(s) – Mycroft Holmes, Gregory Lestrade, Umbrella, Coffee |

| Hypothesis – Mycroft has a surprise when it rains. |

Contrary to popular belief, Mycroft Holmes did in fact use his umbrella for its initial purpose. When raining and unable to avoid the downpour of said water, he would swipe the black mixture of strong cloth and wire into the air with a brutal force, and then open it as if caressing a lover. It would be then raised above his head and the whole world would slow to a steady crawl, as he took his time admiring the rain bounce merrily from his shelter and onto the ground beneath him. Of course, this was all speculation- no one had seen Mycroft open his umbrella, even his personal assistant, who had a habit of marking all of his available moves for him. So, the whole world waited with baited breath as the eldest Holms removed the weight from his umbrella, as the first few drops of a potential down pour revealed itself from the sky. Like the myth, a somewhat thrilling tale despite its normally average content, he did indeed swing the umbrella above his head, the somewhat innocent spheres of liquid shattered on their descent by the waterproof material. He then pulled it open with a gentle touch, a touch only one would be able to see when he was in private, the world taken off of his shoulders and the only expectation of him is to make sure that he embraces his lover with the compassion they both shared. Unfortunately, the prophet who had dictated the sure and rather elegant movements of the eldest Holmes opening his umbrella was unaware of another very important man Mycroft's life – so the innocent piece of paper which was tied to the thin structure of the umbrella, dangling in front of the male's nose was a revelation. Mycroft, pulling the umbrella over his head to ensure his rusted copper hair was to remain in its perfect style, removed a pale hand from the curled and wooden handle and grasped the small piece of levitating paper in between two thin fingers. Looking at the familiar, slightly jagged but never the less beautiful handwriting, Mycroft felt the corners of his mouth pull up in a smile. Not the smile of fake friendship reserved for politicians or sneering at people who were blatantly arrogant and were put into their normally unimportant place , but one of personal happiness, a smile rather unfamiliar on his rather daunting features, but never the less, a smile the seemed to matter to one who cared for another. He gently removed the string from the web of metal above him, and placed the scrap of affection in his long travelling coat pocket.

I Love you ~

...

In the Homicide department of New Scotland Yard, the familiar air of tiredness and annoyed authority leaking from under the glass door towards his subordinates. Inside, Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade was sat at his desk, surrounded by paperwork and loneliness. He sighed, and leaned back in the chair – originally bought by Donovan to stop his back from aching, yet only seemed to infuriate his spine more – and grumbled. It was cold, 0200 on his day off, and the paperwork had not diminished. In fact, thought Lestrade, it had increased tenfold in the past four hours. His clothes were a little dishevelled, as they would be sitting in a cold office for hours on end. After staring silently at the paperwork for about ten minuets, he stood up with a sudden flourish and walked to the large windows, cracking his back in the process. His warm breath fogged the window, of which was leering into the londonian night. A sudden knock on the door broke his revere, and he turned to see Donovan with a coffee. He smiled gratefully, and sat down as she put the coffee on his desk (the domestic underneath not getting a second look) and returned the smile, before leaving. As she closed the door, she threw a new expression over her suited shoulder – one of compassion... and slight envy. After watching the woman leave, he took a sip... and was annoyed to find the opening closed off. He popped the cap off, about to complain, until he saw the tiny laminated card over the hole, with the ever familiar elegant and slanted green penmanship written under the plastic cover. The smile that followed seemed to light up the whole office.

I Love you too ~

Experiment Complete

Notations on results:

Hey guys! Thanks for reading the first experiment! This is really all they are going to be – short one shots with Mystrade and occasional side pairings. Anyway, I'm going to put my lab coat in the wash and have a nap, before starting the next one!

See you then!

~ Asheanex