Sherlock's Angels
Chapter Six: That's My Night Job
AN: So a bit Lestrene (? I dunno) but yeah a bit of flirting but purely friendly because obviously Lestrade is gay ;) hehe and Irene is hot (both Lara Pulver and Kaya Scodelario ;)) xxxxx
Character One: Lestrade
Character Two: Irene
Rating: Gen
Genre: Teen-Band AU
Location: Irene's Home
Prompt: That's my night job
"Ah, Greg, nice to see you."
"Nice to … um, see you too." Greg replies awkwardly, as Irene is wearing only a loose t-shirt and underwear.
"Do you usually greet your house guests like this?" He smiles with a hint of cheekiness.
"Oh, only you, Greg." Irene replies, winking at Greg. "So what can I do for you?"
"Oh, I just thought I'd come and see you outside of rehearsals."
"Aww, how sweet. And how's Mycroft?"
"He's great, yeah, wants me to stay at his next week."
"Well, go for it. It is Christmas after all."
"Yeah, but I don't know if Sherlock will be there and I get the feeling he doesn't like me."
"Baby, he doesn't have to like you, just so long as he accepts the fact that you're Mycroft's boyfriend. And even if he doesn't, it's nothing to do with him." Irene replies, grabbing Greg's hand and squeezing it softly.
"I know but I just don't wanna start a family war."
"Greg, trust me, you won't. Besides, Mycroft didn't like me when I was dating Sherlock."
"Wait, you went out with Sherlock?"
"Yeah, he was having a sexuality crisis and he trusted me to help him."
"And did you two …"
"Oh, no. we only kissed and he said that even though I was a beautiful girl, he wasn't interested in me. Later that week, he kissed a lad and told me that he was definitely gay. He said he was more turned on by men and he hoped I wasn't offended."
"And were you?"
"Of course I wasn't. He's my friend so it was perfectly okay with me."
"Oh. Good."
"So what's the real reason you're here at … one am?"
"Mycroft wants to know if I'm … ready."
"Oh, as in … sex?"
"Yeah."
"And?"
"I don't know, I mean I want to but I'm just worried."
"What about?"
"That I won't be good enough."
"Don't be so stupid."
"I know but I've never been with a guy before. Girls, yeah but never a guy."
"Stop worrying. Mycroft will be gentle, I'm sure. I mean, I always thought he was a dick but he's … not so bad really. I think I'm warming to him." Irene smiles in reply.
"Yeah, but would you sleep with me? I mean, I'm not exactly …"
"Hey, you are totally sexy and handsome. And trust me, if Mycroft wasn't with you, I'd totally drag you upstairs and blow your mind."
"… Thanks." Greg blushes and looks down at the floor.
"You're welcome, now, go home and show Mycroft just how good you are."
"I think I'll stay here for a bit, if you don't mind. Maybe have a few drinks?"
"If that's what you want, hunnie." Irene replies, going over to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of wine.
"Mum and dad are away so we can have this. I'll just buy another one next week."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
"Okay."
"But you know, you will have to back eventually."
"I will, but for now, let's just talk, okay."
"Alright, then. Where do you want to start?"
"Well, first, what do you do outside of school and band rehearsals?"
"Not much, really. I hang around with friends, mostly though, I just sit at home. Mum and Dad are always away so I get the house to myself."
"Do you not get lonely?"
"Not really, I'm used to it. I like the quiet time."
"That's so sad. How do you cope?"
"Go out, sing a bit, do my homework, that's it really."
"That must be boring. So what do you do when you go out with friends?"
"Just the usually; drinking, partying. General just being as rebellious as possible." She winks at Greg conspiratorially.
"Well, doesn't sound too bad then."
"Not at all."
Two Hours Later
"I bet … you're a stripper too. Coz, you seem have a lot of spare cash for a girl 'hu's parents are always away and gets drunk all time." Greg slurs, as he finishes his fifth glass of wine.
"Shhh, that's a secret. Truth be told, that's my night job." Irene whispers, giving Greg a wink before giggling and nearly spilling her drink.
"Ah Ha! I knew it. What you charge then?" Greg tries to ask seriously before a smirk crosses his features.
"What do you care? You are gay, Mr Lestrade." Irene laughs, leaning into Greg.
"Shhhh, that's a secret. No one's s'pose to know." Greg giggles in reply, letting Irene practically lie on him.
There's a knock on the door and the two look at each other almost seriously.
"I think our cover's blown." Irene whispers and the two laugh loudly.
"I'll get it. B'right back."
Greg stumbles up off the couch and staggers to the front door.
"AH, Mikey! Come join the party, baby! Me and Irene were just havin' couple o' drinks."
"I can see that."
"Mikey, you mad at me?" Greg looks suddenly upset at Mycroft's tone.
"Well, I wake up at half one and you're gone. Of course I'm not happy."
"I know, but me 'nd Irene have bin havin' a right giggle. Join us."
"Do I have a choice?" Mycroft replies, following Greg into Irene's living room.
"Mycroft!" Irene exclaims, running and jumping into Mycroft's arms, legs wrapped around his back.
"Irene." His tone says that he isn't impressed that Greg and Irene are completely out of it and acting like typical teenagers.
"Aww, Mikey. I'm so glad you're 'ere. Greg's been talkin' so much 'bout you."
"Charmed, I'm sure." Mycroft replies, pulling Irene off him and placing her back on her feet.
"Come drink with us." Irene squeals excitedly.
"As much as I'd love to, I only came to check on Greg." Mycroft replies dryly, eyeing the alcohol with distaste, he's not really a drinker, dulls the mind.
"Please stay, Mikey." Greg whines sweetly, batting his eyelashes.
Mycroft takes one look at Greg and can't resist that adorable expression.
"If I must but no alcohol for me, please."
"It's a party!"
"Yes, well, I have a brilliant mind and too many secrets, I don't want out in the open."
Greg suddenly looks sober and hurt at Mycroft's honesty.
Mycroft glances at him and gives him a reassuring look.
"Awww, spoilsport." Irene whines, dropping onto the couch with a thud.
"Ah, well, more for us." Greg replies, giving Mycroft a small smile and looking at Irene.
"Yeah. That's true. Well, take a seat then, Mycroft."
"Thank you."
The Next Morning
"Oh, God, my head."
"Morning, sleepy." Mycroft smiles, looking down at Greg who's curled up in his arms.
"Oh, fuck. I made a dick outta myself last night, didn't I?" Greg sighs, burying his head in Mycroft's chest.
"No, you were quite … sweet. Drunk but sweet. Although, I wasn't too keen on clingy Irene. I mean, I like her but I wasn't too excited about her jumping on me, like that."
"Aw, how cute."
Mycroft slaps him playfully on the arm, bringing him closer and cuddling him.
"We should go." Greg says suddenly.
"I thought you had fun last night."
"Yeah, but now I just want to spend time with my boyfriend."
"How about we wait until Irene wakes up. It would be rude just to walk out."
"Alright, I get it. I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I'm just glad you were safe."
"I know." Greg replies sadly.
"You okay?" Mycroft sounds concerned.
"You said last night about secrets and not wanting to let them out. What are they?"
"I'll tell you later, Greg." Mycroft replies solemnly.
"Why not now? I mean, Irene is still asleep …"
"I said later, Greg." Mycroft says with determination, the conversation clearly ended.
"Fine." Greg replies, standing up and heading for the door. "Tell Irene I said thanks for a good night."
"Where are you going?" Mycroft asks, jumping up and running after Greg.
"Home."
"Yours or mine?"
"Mine." Greg replies, hailing a cab and jumping in it.
Mycroft just stands on the kerb watching the cab leave. He pulls out his mobile and dials a number.
"Hello, Jeremy, can you pick me up please? Thank you."
Oooh, shit has just gone down. So what do you think? So what are Mycroft's secrets? Ah, well you'll have to wait ;) xxxxx