Disclaimer: Looks like Mycroft has completely stolen my Greg's heart. Why did he betray me with Mycroft Holmes of all people? Fine I'll find someone else to fixate on. I could choose Moriarty but that would just be wrong. He wants to kill John and Greg after all. That would suck. I'll think of something. Anyway, they aren't mine and I make no money from playing with them.

A/N: Ha! It's A's turn to tell a story and we all know what she's like. This should be fun. Let me know what you think and again if you have an idea for a story for Mycroft or one of the others to tell then please share them and I'll dedicate the corresponding chapter to you. Thanks for all your support and encouragement. Enjoy the chapter!

On a side note: I have been advised that some of you may want the story to move along. To stop having them tell the stories and to get the relationship between Mycroft and Greg fixed up. I can if you all want me to. I might put some of my other ideas into one shots. Anyway, let me know if you want me to continue or if you want me to wrap it up. I'll give you all until Sunday September 8, 2013 to choose. That's just enough time for me to put down a few more ideas for stories and then I can wrap the whole story up. Leave me a review or a PM and let me know.

The Warehouse

Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade looked up in a bit of alarm when his office door suddenly opened and banged against the wall. "Sorry about that," the frankly beautiful dark haired woman said as she stepped into the room. "Didn't expect the door to stick." She never even looked up from the mobile in her hand as she spoke to him. "Detective Inspector Lestrade?"

"Yes?" Greg asked.

"Good," the woman nodded decisively. "Would you come with me, please? My boss would like to meet with you."

Greg leaned back in his desk chair, making it creak. "Who are you? Who is your boss? I need a bit more information before I just swan off with an unknown, if highly attractive, woman, Miss."

Light blue eyes flicked up from the mobile and she frowned at him. Seeing his resolute expression she pulled an envelope from her handbag and passed it to him before turning back to her mobile.

Greg carefully opened the envelope and frowned down at the memo from the office of the Chief Superintendent. It was ordering him to accompany the woman, well the bearer of the letter anyway. "I need to verify this," he told the woman.

She huffed but nodded reluctantly. "Please be quick," she told him in that same monotone voice. "My boss can be very…impatient. And he hates to be kept waiting."

Greg rolled his eyes as he reached for the handset on his desk and dialed the Chief Superintendent's office. He kept his eyes locked on her as it rang through. "CS Carter's office," a chirpy voice answered.

"Hello Marleen, this is DI Greg Lestrade," Greg kept his voice warm but his hard gaze never wavered. "Is Carter in?"

Marleen giggled on the other end of the line. "You just won me five quid, Greg. You were much faster calling in than the Chief thought you'd be. Hold on a moment and I'll transfer you over."

"Thanks Marleen," Greg waited again.

"Good afternoon, Lestrade," the Chief's deep, booming voice filled Greg's ear. "You lost me five quid to my secretary." Carter chuckled. "Still learning your DI's are better than you thought they'd be is worth losing five quid over I suppose. Yes, Lestrade go off with the woman standing in your office. The man she's taking you to is very important and doesn't want to be seen in the Yard if he can help it. Just go talk to him."

"Yes sir," Greg answered and rang off. "Well, looks like we're going on a field trip. Where are we going?" He pressed for information as he stood and pulled his jacket off the rack and put it on.

She didn't answer him. She simply turned and walked out the door. Greg hurriedly followed her out of the Yard and to a waiting black car. "Could you be any more clichéd?" He grumbled. She ignored that too. A uniformed driver opened the door for them and Greg sighed before entering the car.

They rode in silence for a few blocks before Greg couldn't take the quiet anymore. "So, does your boss have a name?"

"Hmm, yes," the woman murmured.

Greg found himself sighing again. "You're not going to tell me?" He waited for her to shake her head as he'd known she would. "What about yours? Am I allowed to know your name?"

"Um," the woman paused and her thumbs moved like lightning over her mobile. "Artemis." She finished finally.

Greg gave her an assessing look. "Why do I think that isn't the name your parents gave you?"

A quick quirk upwards of her lips let him know she'd found that amusing but she only shrugged in answer. "You're not going to tell me anything, are you?" Greg asked and turned to look out the window at the passing buildings.

There was silence from Artemis. He'd expected that though. Soon he could feel the car slowing and then it entered a large warehouse near the docks. Greg swallowed then mentally shook the anxiety off. The Chief knew who he was with and most likely where he was. They wouldn't do anything to him.

"We're here," Artemis said quietly and reached over to open the door next to him. "The boss will meet you out there," she gestured vaguely to the front of the car.

"Going to claim plausible deniability when he kills me?" Greg asked her with a faint smile to show he was joking.

Blue eyes flashed up to his and held for the first time. "DI Lestrade," she started evenly. "My boss doesn't need to ever kill anyone. It's why he has me." She dismissed him from her attention and returned to her frantic texting.

Greg suppressed a shudder and stepped out of the car. That woman was scary. He blinked to get used to the change in light from the car to the warehouse. In front of the car there was a single chair. It looked rather like a normal wooden kitchen chair and Greg strode to stand next to it. There was only one so he remained standing. There was no way he was going to talk to this boss person sitting down while the other man loomed over him.

"Good afternoon, Detective Inspector," a smooth voice called out to him from the shadows towards the back of the cavernous room. "Won't you have a seat?" The cultured voice was accompanied by a strange tapping and footsteps.

Greg pushed his hands into his trouser pockets and watched silently as the figure emerged from the shadows. He wasn't expecting a tall man with dark auburn hair and gray eyes. He wasn't expecting to nearly lose his breath at the absolute power that accompanied the austere beauty of the man. He wasn't expecting the man to be alone. But he was.

"No thanks," Greg answered as the man strode closer. The mystery of the strange tapping sound was solved by the umbrella the man carried in his right hand. "I'll stand."

The man came to a stop a few feet in front of him and gave him a tight cold smile. "As you wish," he said smoothly.

"So," Greg drawled after a few moments of silence. The man before him hadn't twitched or removed his assessing gaze from Greg's face. "You called for this meeting." He made it a statement and didn't even bother to ask for the man's name.

The man focused on his eyes. "I did," he confirmed then fell silent again.

Greg bit back a frustrated growl. "Why? And who are you?" He finally broke and glared at the other man.

The man sighed and shifted a bit on his feet. "My name is unimportant. I wished to speak with you about someone." He paused again.

"Look," Greg clenched his hands in his pockets. "I have a crap load of paperwork to finish back at my office. I don't feel like playing these games with you so if you could just get to the point?"

The man gave him a tight smile. "Earlier this week you assisted a man named Sherlock Holmes," Greg nodded silently. He remembered the young man. Even delirious and nearly dead from an overdose the young man had given him a lead on one of the cases he'd been working. "Why?"

"Why what?" Greg spluttered.

"Why did you help a man who so obviously didn't want any help? Why did you take him to a hospital and save his life? Why did you listen to his deductions and follow up on the lead he gave you? Why would you tell him that if he gets clean and stays clean that you will allow him to assist you on your cases?" The man seemed to study him as he waited for an answer.

Greg stood up straight and glared at the other man. "Whether Sherlock voiced a need for help or not he wanted to live. I listened because it was the only lead I'd had in a week and I will let him help me if he can stay clean for three months. I'm willing to give him a chance which is more than anyone else has done for him from what I can see," Greg stopped to take a breath. He couldn't really afford to alienate a friend of the Chief's but he also wouldn't let anyone stop him from helping Sherlock.

There had been something about the younger man that had called to Greg's admittedly overdeveloped sense of protectiveness. Even higher than a kite his intelligence and need to help had shown brightly. Greg couldn't stand to see such talent wasted so he'd made his offer and Sherlock had grasped it with both hands.

The man studied him a moment longer and then abruptly nodded. "Very well." He sighed then. "I hope for your sake that you do not come to regret helping him. Sherlock can be very difficult." He turned and started to walk away. This DI was not at all what he had expected and Mycroft found himself hopeful for the first time in years.

"Wait!" Greg called out to him. Mycroft turned around and stared into those deep brown eyes again. "Why do you care? Who are you?"

Mycroft gave another tight smile. "My name is Mycroft Holmes, Detective Inspector. Thank you for your assistance. I'll be in touch to monitor my brother's progress."

Greg was frozen in shock as the other man walked away and disappeared into the shadows. Then he muttered under his breath about government types and their riddles and emotionless stupidity. He didn't stop muttering until after he'd slid back into the car and they were well on their way back to New Scotland Yard.