AN: well, chapter 2 already. I know these aren't very long chapters but... I don't know they aren't very long. maybe the next one will be longer.
"Oi! You! I told you to stop showing up at crime scenes! Especially when you're high!" A police officers yelled.
"Really Lestrade you need me. How else would you be able to tell that if the sister has size eight feet than the sister did it?"
Lestrade thinks for a moment before answering. "If you get clean, you get the job, ok?"
"Well brother dear I am surprised. What, may I ask, convinced you to enter yourself in rehab?" Mycroft asked, making note to find out who convinced Sherlock to do this and thank them personally. After all every time he had put his brother in rehab Sherlock broke out as soon as Mycroft was out of sight.
Sherlock only grunted in reply. He was already in hell so why did the British government have to come bother him? If Mycroft stayed much longer he might break his promise to Lestrade, and cases are more fun than drugs.
"Hey Sherlock I just wanted to check on your progress!" Lestrade called from the door. 'Speak of the devil' thought Sherlock. "Hey who's this?"
Mycroft smirked as the answer to his question had just waltz in. "Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's older brother." He said sticking his hand out to shake with the newcomer. "I assume you are the reason my brother has decided to put himself in rehab?"
"Um, yeah, sorry Greg Lestrade, um, at your service."
Mycroft smirked again, this man was an easy read. 'Police officer, trying to become a DI, married, two kids, both girls, wife is pregnant, wants a boy, worried about Sherlock, oh interesting thinks of Sherlock as his son, offering Sherlock cases if he sobers up'. Mycroft nodded before heading towards the door, this man was trustable. He paused before Lestrade. "Here's my number if you need me. Goodbye Sherlock, Gregory."
"Lestrade I know that I'm in here so that you will let me on cases, but if you will be so kind as to leave me to my misery-"
"Cheer up Sherlock it can't be so bad." Lestrade said cheerfully.
"Can't be so bad!?" Sherlock yelled. "It's like my bones are on fire inside my body, like my blood has turned to magma and is melting me from the inside out. I can't focus, I feel sick, my vision goes blurry! I am in my own personal hell Lestrade AND YOU'RE ONLY MAKING IT WORSE!"
"Ok, ok, bye Sherlock."
Sherlock continued to mutter and curse long after he was left alone.
"Anthea, if you would be so kind, my brother seems to have met one Gregory Lestrade, will you please subject him to standard protocol?" Mycroft asked as soon as he returned to his office.
"Of course sir," said Anthea, and she returned to her phone screen.
It was very strange that someone not only was willing to put up with Sherlock but was also thought of Sherlock as family already. 'I sincerely hope he comes up clean.'
so Sherlock is at rehab, this chapter was pretty much just so Mycroft and Lestrade could meet so the chapters should be picking up now.