Little note: Hi! I bet you weren't expecting this, huh? ^_^ Well, some of you expressed dissatisfaction with the ending, so here's an epilogue for you! I'm hoping this will help!
Greg tapped his fingers on the plain, white mug. He was getting rather impatient. Neither Sherlock nor his brother had showed up yet, which left Greg sitting on his own in the little café. He was beginning to wonder why he'd agreed to this in the first place when he looked up to see a man standing by the door. The man held an umbrella in one hand and seemed to be searching the room. His eyes locked with Greg's who realized that the man must be Mycroft. He was rather surprised by the man, he was handsome, in a cold, professional way, but he looked nothing like Sherlock!
Greg jumped up to greet the man, knocking his knee on the underside of the table as he did so. He winced as his mug went flying off the table. He dove for it and missed, sending himself and the mug crashing to the floor. He laid face-down for a few moments feeling utterly embarrassed, before he hailed himself up and began trying to clean the mess he'd made. As he yanked napkins from the holder, it too fell to the floor, making Greg turn a horrible shade of scarlet.
He mopped up the mess the best he could as a waitress arrived to sweep up the shattered mug. Greg sighed and turned, starting to stand. Instead, he whacked his head soundly on the table, sending him reeling dizzily for several moments. If he wasn't so used to feeling embarrassed around a Holmes, he might have just cried. He finally got to his feet to find Mycroft standing near the table, with an eyebrow raised at him.
"Just clumsy today, I guess," Greg muttered, "Was nervous to meet you. I'm Greg Lestrade."
He held his hand out which Mycroft observed carefully before taking it.
"Mycroft Holmes," the man said in an artic voice.
Greg shivered slightly, feeling as though the voice had breezed over him. He cleared his throat loudly and slid back into his chair. Mycroft took the seat opposite him and stared. Greg knew that it had to be a Holmes thing, because he didn't even flinch as the man stared at him. Instead, he stared back as he always did with Sherlock. He man's cold face moved, forming the tiniest of smiles, as though he was pleased with Greg. Greg was glad and almost sighed with relief.
"Still waiting for my brother, Detective?" Mycroft questioned.
"Er, yeah," Greg answered, "He still hasn't showed. And it's Greg. Call me Greg."
"He isn't coming, Greg," Mycroft replied, emphasizing the name with a slight sneer.
Greg was thoroughly confused. Sherlock had set the whole thing up, why wouldn't he come?
"This is Sherlock's way of being funny," Mycroft said in explanation, "He set us up on a blind date."
Greg blinked owlishly at the man before he laughed.
"I think you're mistaken," he said, grinning widely, "I highly doubt Sherlock would look at me and think "Oh yes, he'll be good with my sophisticated and intelligent older brother." Seriously, that's hilarious."
Mycroft frowned at him briefly before his face became a cool, unemotional mask.
"I should be going then," Mycroft said briskly.
"You don't have to," Greg said, almost pleadingly, "I mean; it doesn't hurt to talk, does it?"
He smiled encouragingly and Mycroft answered with a smaller smile.
"So what do you do?" Greg asked, "When I asked Sherlock he said you were the British government. I don't think the man knows how to answer a question seriously."
"I hold a minor position in the British government," Mycroft recited.
Even Greg could tell it was a rehearsed line.
"Well, how's that?" Greg questioned, "Government work must be nice. Desk job, no running around. Sounds good."
"Ah, yes, incredibly wonderful," Mycroft retorted sarcastically.
"Let me guess," Greg said, a little grin playing at his lips, "It's boring."
Mycroft looked slightly surprised.
"Yes, terribly so," Mycroft replied, looking a bit pleased that Greg guessed it.
"Well, at least you're not getting hurt," Greg supplied hopefully.
Mycroft's lips turned up in a ruthless smile.
"Sometimes getting hurt is fun," he laughed, "That's what Sherlock told me once when we were children."
Greg tried to picture Sherlock and Mycroft as children and only came up with tiny grotesque beings with the brothers' adult faces.
"Detective Inspector would y-," Mycroft began.
"Greg," the other man interrupted, "Please."
Mycroft gave him a little smile before continuing to speak.
"Gregory, would you like to come home with me?" Mycroft propositioned coolly.
Greg sputtered for several moments, turning a deep tomato red color. Mycroft raised an eyebrow, waiting for the answer. Greg saw clear, logical reasons why to deny the offer. However, when he opened his mouth to reject the Mycroft all that came out was:
"Yes."
Mycroft gave him a smirk before standing to leave. Greg felt like banging his head against something. Again. Why had he even said yes? It was clearly some Holmes magic that made Greg want to obey their wishes. He frowned slightly. Not that he would ever say yes to Sherlock if he asked him such a thing….would he?
"They're leaving together," John said excitedly, "It worked!"
Sherlock walked over to peek out the window. He grinned in success as Lestrade slid into the car after Mycroft.
"I knew it would happen," he said proudly.
John rolled his eyes at the egotistical detective.
"Now, shall we adjourn to other, more pleasurable activities?" Sherlock suggested, a huge smirk plastered on his face.
John blushed slightly, still not quite used to Sherlock's random propositioning. It always embarrassed John when Sherlock's baritone voice would ask him if he would like to do anything sexual, but he was grateful for Sherlock's consideration. At least he doesn't attack me in the shower, he mused.
"I would never do something so appalling," Sherlock piped up.
"I'm sorry, did I say that out loud?" John said.
"No, but you're thinking rather loudly," Sherlock answered.
John frowned at him.
"How did-Oh never mind!" he said in an exasperated tone, "Let's go to those more pleasurable activities you were talking about."
Sherlock gave him a Cheshire cat smile and quickly grabbed his wrist, pulling him into the bedroom. Never dull, John happily reminded himself.
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