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The small café was full of people, as it was pouring outside.  Lestrade was one of them. He hadn't expected it to rain today, so now he sat by the window and waited for it to pass by. He had no money for a cab either, just enough to buy a coffee. He sighed. It didn't look as if the rain would stop anytime soon. It was a twenty minute walk home. Well, there no helping it. Lestrade could either stay in the café for the next few hours or endure twenty minutes in the rain. Just as Lestrade was about to step outside the door, his phone went off.  He looked at the text message and a small smile crept on his lips. Are

It was raining. Pouring cold rain down and thundering all around while streets flooded and people stayed indoors attempting to avoid the ruckus of Mother Nature. Well at least that's how Mycroft felt the weather should be doing. Instead, it was sunny and bright and there where hardly any clouds. It was as if the sky was taunting him. He may hold a minor position in the British Government, but he didn't control the weather. He wish he did though It had been a year. A long hard year filled with guilt and hate. Yes, he knew Sherlock was still alive, but he also had to see John suffer along with the only person in his life he loved more than She

Bad decisions "Mycroft, your lover is a terrible person." "I don't remember ever asking your opinion on the matter." "I mean it." At that Mycroft lifted his eyes from the columns of numbers on the sheet of paper in his hand and finally looked at his brother. Sherlock's posture was relaxed as he lounged in a plush chair, the one Mycroft had especially ordered for his office – his favorite chair, with his legs crossed at the ankles and lying on the coffee table; a mahogany coffee table with patterns of ivory on the polished top that cost a small fortune.  His appearance didn't match the seriousness of his tone, calm but with an edge of

"Fucking hell," The words fell out of Lestrade's mouth before he even had time to think about them. He didn't care-he was having an exceptionally bad day and his headache grew worse and he pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to ignore Donovan and Anderson constant bickering with Sherlock. John looking hopelessly in the corner at what to do. Poor bloke. "Shut it you three!" Lestrade snapped angrily, his eyes flashing in irritation. To his surprise, the three became quite at his deadly tone. "You're arguing like a bunch of school kids! For gods sake all of you, grow up." He tried not to shout at the last sentence, it was hard not to he h

"So, you work for the government?" "Yes. Just a minor position,  though," Mycroft gave his usual reply, not feeling creative that day.  All his creativity was forgotten when in the morning he got a phone call  from his mother. Mummy, as the Holmes brothers were used to calling  her, once again decided that it'd be a brilliant idea to interfere with  the life of her older son. And even though Mycroft loved her dearly,  he'd really appreciate it if she stopped inflicting her wishes upon him. "How  interesting." His interlocutor replied with a forced enthusiasm that  hurt Mycroft's ears. He resisted cringing and instead smiled politely.  "Do y

Everything started with a murder. To be fair, with Sherlock Holmes it always did. Funny thing though, John mused as he stood at the side of the crime scene, that it was not what actually attracted the attention of the consulting detective. DI Lestrade did. Not for long, but enough to leave John very confused. He looked around, not really taking in all the blood and an image of Sherlock dashing about from the victim's car to the body and back. Instead, he found himself occupied with thoughts about the talk he had with the consulting detective merely five minutes prior. "Lestrade is wearing a new shirt." Sherlock announced as soon as they near

The wedding was supposed to be huge and important and a true nightmare for the planners. And even more terrible for a person who was responsible for the security. Royal wedding. An event big enough to warrant a person of highest authority to supervise the work. Mycroft didn't have a way to refuse, even though he absolutely hated big social gatherings. Too many strangers, too much attention from the press, too many influential people gathered in one place – a fantastic opportunity for an assassination attempt. That, unfortunately, was a fact proved right too many times in history. Nonetheless, the royal wedding was to take place at the

I kissed A Boy Just To Start Shit "Sir?" Donavan raised an eye brow and pointed to the tall man standing beside Greg. "Who's this?" Greg blinked, he hadn’t been getting enough sleep and he was feeling extremely tired. "Hmm?" He took a sip of the coffee in his hand and it seemed to waken his sleeping mind. "Oh, Donovan, this is Sherlock's older brother Mycroft Holmes. Mycroft, Sally Donovan" Mycroft faked a smile; he could already tell the woman had the same idea about him as her idea of Sherlock. "What's he doing here?" Lestrade opened his mouth to speak but was quickly interrupted by Mycroft. "Government business Mrs. Donovan" He t