A Truly Angelic Gentleman
Chapter 6: Who Are You, Exactly?
"Are you really going to continue to glare at me like that?"
Greg had been glowering at Mycroft since they had left the crime scene and returned to his office. Mycroft leaned against Greg's desk leisurely.
"I understand you are upset Grego-"
"I'm not bloody upset, Mycroft! I'm pissed off!" Greg shouted, slamming a palm on his desk angrily, "You basically just told me that, despite the fact that both you and your brother are goddamn angels, you can't figure out who the hell is doing this in time to save anyone else!?"
Mycroft remained silent when Greg had finished.
"Well? I'm right, yeah!?" Greg said, fixing him with a sharp look. Mycroft held his gaze.
"Gregory, do actually think I am pleased about this?" He asked his tone bitter and cold. "Do you believe I am happy with the fact that I cannot save these people?"
Greg's retort fell silent on his tongue, once he saw Mycroft's broken expression (Or as close as he could get to one, considering his consistent mask of seriousness).
"No… no, I don't."
"I wouldn't imagine you did."
The silence cut the air between them. Greg finally let out a tired groan and plopped his forehead tiredly on his desk.
"Sorry." The apology was muffled against the metal tabletop.
"It's fine." Mycroft looked outside of the office, only to find that several officers staring confusedly at him. He turned back to his conversational partner.
"Who do they," He pointed outside of the office with the tip of his umbrella, "think I am, exactly?" Greg sat up and looked at where he was pointing.
"Huh? Oh… uh… I don't know. I guess they think you're a specialist for the case or something." He answered as Sally came to the door and knocked rapidly. Mycroft pulled the door open and she practically shoved herself inside.
"Sir! There's been another hit!" She confirmed, her eyes broad in worry. Greg and Mycroft shot one another wide-eyed looks.
"Where?" Greg asked, pulling on his coat. As she explained the situation and they began to leave the building, Mycroft followed behind the two silently. Sally stopped abruptly and turned to glare back at the angel.
"What are you doing? Who the hell are you?" She asked, resting balled fists on her hips.
"Mycroft Holmes, investigative specialist. I've been assigned to this case." He smiled his shark-like grin. Sally's eyes narrowed darkly.
"Holmes? How many of you fre-" She was cut off by a warning look from Lestrade.
"Only the two, I assure you, Sergeant Donovan." Before she was able to react, Mycroft began to stroll over to the police car.
"You two are coming, yes?"