A/N: Sorry for the long delay in updating! I was sadly without internet access all weekend, and I've been preparing for school. It starts tomorrow; wish me luck? Updates should remain daily if life goes well :)

First ever Mystrade! My thoughts on how their first meeting went... hope you enjoy! Tell me what you think!

The Meeting

Giving a sigh of frustration, Greg Lestrade watched as Sherlock walked off. Of course he wasn't really in shock, he wasn't stupid. He had seen the younger man looking at that doctor fellow just now just as he had seen him before in 221B. They watched one another with some kind of uncomfortable intensity, like they were either about to knock each other one or... Greg felt weird making the connection and calling it 'attraction'. He chuckled a bit as the orange blanket was tossed into the window of a police car, then began talking with one of the police men.

Sherlock had already told him most of what had happened in the classroom and while of course that kind of sick and twisted game the mad cabbie had been playing was important, there was also the matter of that gunman. Crack shot to the Serratus muscle, puncturing the heart; Lestrade wasn't even sure if he could have made that one from another building, through two windows. Had to be someone with a professional background, possibly military like Sherlock had suggested... Donovan walked over and began throwing around conspiracy theories she and Anderson had already cooked up; to them it was obvious Sherlock had done it. To them, it was always obvious Sherlock had to have done it. No wonder the man was such a prick to them, they kind of asked for it.

Tuning out both of his coworkers, Greg looked across the street to see the detective and his doctor talking with someone else. Someone who was even taller than Sherlock, wearing an even fancier suit; he looked to be along the same lines as the young consultant just doubled.

Lestrade watched the tall man watch the pair walk off, saying something to an attractive woman next to him, maybe his secretary (she was certainly on that phone enough). More than a bit curious, he said his apologies to the now completely ignored policeman and the annoying Donovan; within 10 paces he was standing at the line of yellow tape. Now that he was closer he could see the man was not only tall like Sherlock but bore a striking resemblance. While the cheeks were softened with age and the hair was slightly thinning, it was an attractive face with expressionless green eyes which Greg found oddly magnetic. The showy suits gave an air of richness but he thought that even without the suits the obviously important man would be intimidating as fuck. Still, he was curious and this crime scene had already been worked out.

"So who might you be then?" Greg tried on a small smile.

With one trimmed eyebrow raised judgmentally, the man in question glanced quickly and unabashedly up and down, inspecting the inspector apparently. It made Greg decidedly uncomfortable, but he straightened his posture all the same.

"Ah, Detective Inspector Lestrade. So nice to finally make your acquaintance; Mycroft Holmes," a thin-lipped smile appeared on the engaging face while a hand stuck out from the long body; Greg looked at both suspiciously.

"Mycroft Holmes? You mean there are two of you?"

"Yes, it would appear there are," the elder Holmes' smile wavered almost imperceptibly as he dropped his hand. "Though I quite like to think of myself as slightly more… amiable than my brother."

Greg narrowed his eyes but decided to withhold judgment. "Yeah, well… What're you doing here anyway?"

With a turn of his head, Mycroft answered rather crossly, "Needless brotherly concern, as fate would have it."

"Well, you grew up with him; don't see why you would have expected a thank you," looking past the grey suit, Greg could see the faint shadows of the newly formed pair going off to God knows where. He was confident that doctor fellow – John? - would keep Sherlock out of trouble. Or at least keep him alive.

Looking a bit surprised at the statement, Mycroft's eyebrows shot up creating lines on his forehead which Greg found strangely attractive. "Yes, well, one can hope…" For the first time Mycroft really looked at the DI. Silver hair cut short but stylish [appreciates style, not to the point of putting it above comfortablility…], his face was tanned giving an air of youth that should have been false but combined with the unshaved shadow of a beard it seemed only ruggedly handsome […]. Mycroft stared for a few more seconds before the man in question coughed awkwardly. The taller man saw the cheeks had taken on a suspicious colour which almost looked like an unmanly blush.

"Yeah, well… I better get back," Lestrade started to turn, cursing himself for acting so… weird, before a noise sounding suspiciously like 'ahem?' had him turning back to the posh grey suit.

"Until next time, Detective Inspector," holding out a hand again, Mycroft tried a small smile.

Returning the smile warily, the silver haired man took the hand and released it just as quickly. With a cough and a mumbled goodbye, he turned from the tall, green-eyed Holmes thinking, what the fuck was that?

Watching the obviously frustrated man walk briskly away, Mycroft turned to his assistant – today she was Anthea – and gave her a new assignment. "Raise his status to B, active."

"Sorry sir, whose status?"

"That Detective Inspector… Gregory Lestrade."