Nothing is mine.
Oh, hell, he thought, what can of worms have I opened? It's taken me weeks to clean up his last mess and now a visit from Mycroft? Someone must hate me.
"Good afternoon, Detective Inspector Lestrade."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes. What can I do for you?" Please don't ask me for a favor.
Mycroft chuckled. "I am here to ask you if you would like to have dinner with me."
Greg blinked.
And then opened and shut his mouth several times. How the hell did he know that I fancied him? Oh, stop. Say yes and stop being in denial.
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