S*stirrer Sherlock

Chapter 2 is now up for everyone! The Saddle Inn mentioned is a real inn and pub located in my lovely town of residence: Chester. Also I know there was an opportunity to do the classic "one room, one bed" scenario however I wanted to go down a different path this time.

I hope you enjoy!

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2 Days Later

Lestrade POV

After seeing Sherlock and John leaving The Saddle Inn, the same Inn that himself and Lestrsde where staying at (unknown to our dear Johnlock of course), he quickly maneuvered himself inside having to remind himself that despite the jokes that Mycroft made, he wasn't actually a spy.

The inn was a lovely mix of old and new. Classic 18th Century architecture with a black and white stripped outside and a warm wooden old English tones on the inside. The inside decorations however had a rock and roll theme, providing a bit of excitement to the place.

Rock and Roll, an unsolved murder and a hot man in a 3 piece suit.

Not a boring way of spending the weekend, Lestrade smiled to himself as he collected his keys. Stuck in his own head he went and unpacked, and decided to have a quick shower. He knew Mycroft would be a bit late. He was having to deal with some new Middle East Crisis. It didn't surprise Gregory at all, and he felt quite flattered that he was even privy to know that was the reason.

After showering and toweling off, he most definitely did not put in more time into choosing his outfit and putting a little gel in it. If he did however it was purely at this counted as a "holiday" and not because he was going to be working side by side by man he most definitely did not have a fancy too.

Sarcasm aside, he knew that the weird feeling in his heart wasn't the normal pre-case nerves. This whole feeling nonsense could only go one or two ways. Not wanting to think about hypotheticals he went down to the pub to wait.

After a few beers he heard a man sit down next to him.

"Looking sharp today Gregory" A honey coated voice said. Lestrade looked to his side to see a warm eyed Mycroft who…was wearing a 2 piece suit with no tie? The white shirt had a few buttons undone at the top, and the dark grey suit looked far more comfortable than his usual attire. For most of us it would have still been formal, but Mycroft, this was the equivalent of a tracksuit and hoodie.

He also looked slightly disheveled from the trip which did nothing to help the obvious ogling that Lestrade was giving him.

Feeling red and noticing a small smirk growing on Mycroft's (slightly red) face when his brain finally decided to tell mouth that it has the ability to move.

"Uh, thanks Mycroft, you look nice too" Lestrade said whilst looking between Mycroft's eyes as there was in no way in hell actual eye contact could occur.

"I'm glad it's to your tasting" Mycroft replied whilst getting even redder.

He doesn't appear to mind I'm checking him out, Lestrade thought.

Also it wasn't just the suit that was to Lestrades tasting.

Steady yourself Lestrade.

Before Lestrade could see how much further the waters could be tested, Colonel Cockblock decided to call.

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Mycroft POVs

Why must Sherlock always do this. Here Lestrade was looking like sex on a stick, checking him out no less, and of course the spawn of Satan must ruin it.

Trying to ignore how that would mean he would also be a spawn of Satan, he watched the DI answer his phone.

"Are you done flirting with my brother, because I need you to tell these pensioners that it's essential for me to talk to them, and if the won't answer the door, jumping into their back yard is a completely normal course of action" Sherlock stated, matter of fact.

Lestrade sighed

"I'm not with your brother. I'm in my office alone …" Lestrade said, trying to save face.

"Well, that's bullshit and you know it, I saw you not so sneakily check in when you thought I left the Inn. Get over here now, you can do whatever it is you two do when I'm not around, after you've dealt with your favorite problem child. Me."

Mycroft overhearing this wanted the ground to swallow him. He might have accidentally told Sherlock when inebriated about his little crush on the detective. Sherlock wasn't entirely against it weirdly enough. In a way that was worse.

Worse as in Mycroft would be rather dealing with a terrorist threat right now than hearing this.

Lestrade confirmed they were on their way.

"Right, looks like we have to be off now. Should only be a 10 minute walk." Lestrade said to Mycroft whilst having a slight hopeful glint in his eye.

The grabbed their coats and left whilst Mycroft was wondering what someone was thinking. This is new. He always knew what people were thinking.

"So My, not that it's my business but what exactly have you been saying to your brother about us" Lestrade said, looking at Mycroft with his mischievous glittering eyes.

"Of course it's your business, the conversation was about you" Mycroft stated whilst wincing internally.

If eyebrows could be raised off one's face, it would have happened to Lestrade then. How endearing, thought Mycroft.

"Oh yeah, anything juicy?" Shooting a slightly dangerously flirty look towards Mycroft. The man was gaining confidence. Interesting.

"Naturally I can't divulge much" Mycroft said like he was referencing a meeting with the Queen (RIP Lizzie). "We were a bit tipsy and as per usual, bickering. We have different taste in men, I just happened to mention the fact I find you handsome."

Lestrade stopped dead in his tracks.

"You were having a girly gossip about guys?" Lestrade asked half shocked half very amused.

"Why do you have to word it like that Gregory? It was nothing so juvenile… but yes, I suppose it was something… perhaps like that.

"It was a girly gossip! Also you think I'm fit? You are a bit out of my league don't you think, I didn't know you had a thing for scruffy coppers" He laughed, joking.

What an appalling thought. If anything, Gregory was out of Mycroft's.

Kind, funny, smart (regardless of what Sherlock said), patient, gorgeous. Everything really.

It was then brought to his attention that he hadn't said anything.

"You are far from scruffy. Also anyone who has the honour of calling you their partner is incredibly lucky. Myself included."

The atmosphere could be cut with a knife. Lestrade obviously knew that Mycroft at least liked the concept of him. But had he figured out that Mycroft didn't want someone like Lestrade but Lestrade himself? Mycroft hoped not. Not yet at least. Gregory may find him attractive but that might be it, perhaps he thought Mycroft was an arrogant twat, perhaps…

His cloud of doubt was disrupted when Lestrade stepped into his personal space. "That means a lot coming from a person who doesn't even like people. Imagine being Mycroft Holmes's type." He said in a quiet but warm voice, comforting Mycroft's soul.

He knew. He could see it in Lestrade's eyes, he knew what Mycroft meant. He knew that Mycroft was caring, that he was vulnerable. Most people would take advantage of this. But not his Gregory.

Lestrade was just so good.

There was just comfortable silence for a second, as the breeze blows crispy brown leaves past them.

"For what it's worth My, you are mine too."

There was no panic anymore, just warmth and peace.

This was no place to find out who meant what and to what extent. In the moment in didn't matter.

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Go get yourself a cookie now my readers, thanks for being here for another Chapter.

Speaking of cookies, if you are interested, I just finished a crack piece about our fav homicide department doing the Bake Off.

Next Chapter spoiler: They all reunite at the inn. In the pub part.

Drunken chaos ensues.

Will upload by the end tomorrow regardless of it my mood stabilizers want to work or not. Love ya!