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So so sorry to have been so inactive for so long everybody. Life got super hectic and I've had so much writer's block lately that it's not even funny. I promise to be back with more ASAP. Thanks! ~DeductionWizard

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The Answer:

Sunday rolled around without many issues along the way. Sherlock was busy solving a case at the moment so Greg Lestrade sat at his desk filing paperwork for the case Sherlock had done the day before. Suddenly his phone buzzed from near his elbow. He looked at the caller ID. Unknown was what it read. He flipped it open: "Hello?"

"Do you have your answer yet Mr. Lestrade?"

"Ah, Mr. Holmes. Actually I do but I prefer to tell in private in case Sherlock has a tap on my mobile."

"Wouldn't it stand to reason then, that he already knows we have been in contact and when we decide where we are planning to meet up he will know where and most definitely how do you say 'crash the party'?"

"True. So, where are meeting?"

"What in Heavens do you mean Lestrade?"

"You said WHEN we pick where we're meeting up. You pick British Government."

"Very well. The new cafe on Williamson Road should suffice. Forty-five minutes DI. I'm a busy man with a full schedule who doesn't have a lot of free time and no room in his schedule for time-wasters. See you then."

"Alright Mr. Holmes. See you in 45."

And that was that. DI Lestrade had a meeting in 45 minutes and it would take about 30 to get there so he had about 15 minutes to kill. But what to do, what to do...ah yes, paperwork.

27 minutes later the DI looked at his watch. 'SHITE. I'M LATE AND IF I DON'T GET THERE IN TIME MYCROFT WILL HAVE MY JOB.'

With 30 seconds to spare the Detective Inspector flew into the address Mycroft had relayed to him via the temp at the front office of NSY. He bolted from the car with barely a second thought to grab his keys and shut the door before tearing towards the door of the building that looked like a major corporate office building. He was stopped by a burly man with a scanner who forced his weapons off him before allowing him to pass. He dashed into the conference room that housed Mycroft Holmes himself 2 1/2 minutes late.

'So sorry,' he panted. I would've made it here if not for that big, scary bloke at the front.'

'Ah, so you've already met Timothy then. Good. Now about your tardiness-'

'I swear on my life if you excuse it this time, I won't be late again.'

'I was going to say that it will be pardoned but only this once because I knew of your freak out for lack of a better term in your office and the mad dash you made to get here in time. Shall we begin,' he asked tiredly.

'Uh...s-sure? What exactly did you want to talk to me about again?'

Here Mycroft sighed. 'Really Lestrade. Must I do everything for you? We are here to get your answer about whether or not you will willingly trade information on a Sherlock Holmes in exchange for my help on cases you cannot solve that Sherlock won't do. After all, I taught him all he knows.'

'Did you really now? Huh, that's amazing.'

'Dear Lord, Inspector. Do pay attention and stay on task. Yes or no? Will you help or not?'

'Oh uh yeah sure. Am I alright for leaving now?'

'Fine I suppose. Thank you for the help. Good bye Gregory,' he said with a shooing hand motion.

'Alright then. I'll just um...go. Bye'

He turned and ran. Out the door, out of the building only pausing long enough to grab his weapons, into his car, and sped through the entrance to the building. Once he was back to the NSY, he picked up his phone and made a few calls.