Missing in Action
There was something about the way that Mycroft Holmes just waltzed into the police station that made no one question his motives or even why he was there in the first place. If anyone would have asked, Mycroft would have responded: “I must have a word with Detective Inspector Lestrade,” and he would continue to walk towards Lestrade’s office in the back of the station, his black umbrella swinging lazily behind him. That would be if anyone remotely attempted to look up at Mycroft’s crossing of the station; it seemed that no one even thought that Mycroft looked suspicious, he just seemed to slide along the rows of desks with busy police people and forensic investigators.
Lestrade, who had sensed something out of the ordinary was going to happen today when he woke up, was busy filling out paperwork when Mycroft knocked on the door to his office. Lestrade looked up to see Mycroft already entering the office and sitting in one of the chairs on the other side of Lestrade’s desk. “Mycroft, what can I do you for?” Lestrade sighed, he really hadn’t mentally prepared himself for a run-in with a Holmes brother today.
“Detective Inspector,” Mycroft started, “I would like to talk to you about missing work tomorrow.”
This caught Lestrade off guard. He at least suspected the Mycroft would start off with ‘How is Sherlock treating you?’ or a ‘Any interesting cases I need to know about?’-not like he didn’t know about all the cases he took already-not “I would like to talk to you about missing work tomorrow.”
“Why?” Lestrade asked instinctually, he knew that it wasn’t very polite to be suspicious of Mycroft, but he knew from experience that the Holmes brother was a very suspicious character and he didn’t want to agree to something that he knew nothing about by not paying attention. To. Every. Word. He. Said.
“It all really depends on if you can get tomorrow off of work. Trust me, there won’t be any cases that will be needing your assistance. Tomorrow will be quite boring around the office in fact.” Mycroft said with a small smiled on his face, the kind that made Lestrade wonder his motivations.
He couldn’t say that he didn’t think about it. He really thought about it, but he wasn’t so sure that he should agree to something he knew nothing about. Take tomorrow off of work for what? Even if he did take tomorrow off, not saying that he was going to, he probably just stay at his flat which was usual for him on his days off. There was just something about this Holmes brother that made his stomach jittery for some reason.
“Uhhhhummmmmm,” Lestrade’s mouth turned against him as he started making obscure noises.
With Lestrade’s luck, Mycroft took this as a ‘yes’ and he stood up saying “Perfect. I’ll get in contact with you tomorrow then.” And he was out the door, whistling a cheerful tune. Lestrade, however, had his head in his hands not completely sure of what he had just done.
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Lestrade woke up on his couch the next morning after collapsing on it the last night. He briefly remembered that he wasn’t going to work today but got up and got ready anyway, not knowing when Mycroft was going to call or what he was going to do that day.
It turned out that Mycroft called the exact moment that Lestrade had sat down to watch the telly. Lestrade had told himself that he wasn’t going to wait by the phone, but found himself sitting by it when it rang.
He picked it up, “Good morning Inspector, how did you sleep?” Just as Lestrade was about to answer Mycroft started to talk again, “I will be directly over.” And he hung up, and confused Lestrade put his phone back on the coffee table in front of him. He didn’t know that when Mycroft meant that he would be directly over that he would take approximately two minutes to get out of the black car that was parked in parking lot since six o’clock, to walk up to the door, climb the stairs and knock on Lestrade’s door. Lestrade, still a bit confused about the conversation that had just taken place, walked over and opened the door. “Hope you haven’t had coffee yet, my security cameras have a hard time seeing into your kitchen. Ready to go?”
Lestrade shook his head, trying to shake away the confusion. “What?” But Mycroft was already handing him the coat from the coat rack and ushering him out the door. When they were outside Lestrade finally found his voice again, “What is going on?” Mycroft stopped and turned to him.
“I’m taking you out.”
“Taking me out where?”
“On a date.”
Lestrade’s breath caught in his throat and he had no idea why, he reasoned it was fear. “A date?”
“Yes, I am going to take you out for coffee. Is there a problem?” Mycroft found nothing wrong with his plan.
“Yes, there is a problem.” Lestrade was angry now. “You convince me to take the day off only to find out that it’s because you want to take me out on a date.”
“I don’t see the problem.”
“The problem is that I don’t want to go out with you!” Mycroft said nothing. “What have I done to think that I wanted to go on a date with you.” Lestrade said a little quieter.
Mycroft sighed and started to talk, Lestrade was surprised with what he heard. “I’ve seen you look at me when I’m at a crime scene to check on my brother. I know what it means because I look at you the same way.”
Lestrade was silently thinking for about a minute, it all came as a shock to him, something said in such a way to make him realize his feelings for the other Holmes brother. Sure he managed to sneak glances at Mycroft whenever he was around but he never thought that he actually…liked the other man. Of course how else could he explain that sickly sweet feeling in his stomach whenever he looked at the elder Holmes brother?
He finally looked back at Mycroft. “I’ll give it a try.” He said softly, mostly to see the other man smile once more.
Lestrade, who had sensed something out of the ordinary was going to happen today when he woke up, was busy filling out paperwork when Mycroft knocked on the door to his office. Lestrade looked up to see Mycroft already entering the office and sitting in one of the chairs on the other side of Lestrade’s desk. “Mycroft, what can I do you for?” Lestrade sighed, he really hadn’t mentally prepared himself for a run-in with a Holmes brother today.
“Detective Inspector,” Mycroft started, “I would like to talk to you about missing work tomorrow.”
This caught Lestrade off guard. He at least suspected the Mycroft would start off with ‘How is Sherlock treating you?’ or a ‘Any interesting cases I need to know about?’-not like he didn’t know about all the cases he took already-not “I would like to talk to you about missing work tomorrow.”
“Why?” Lestrade asked instinctually, he knew that it wasn’t very polite to be suspicious of Mycroft, but he knew from experience that the Holmes brother was a very suspicious character and he didn’t want to agree to something that he knew nothing about by not paying attention. To. Every. Word. He. Said.
“It all really depends on if you can get tomorrow off of work. Trust me, there won’t be any cases that will be needing your assistance. Tomorrow will be quite boring around the office in fact.” Mycroft said with a small smiled on his face, the kind that made Lestrade wonder his motivations.
He couldn’t say that he didn’t think about it. He really thought about it, but he wasn’t so sure that he should agree to something he knew nothing about. Take tomorrow off of work for what? Even if he did take tomorrow off, not saying that he was going to, he probably just stay at his flat which was usual for him on his days off. There was just something about this Holmes brother that made his stomach jittery for some reason.
“Uhhhhummmmmm,” Lestrade’s mouth turned against him as he started making obscure noises.
With Lestrade’s luck, Mycroft took this as a ‘yes’ and he stood up saying “Perfect. I’ll get in contact with you tomorrow then.” And he was out the door, whistling a cheerful tune. Lestrade, however, had his head in his hands not completely sure of what he had just done.
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Lestrade woke up on his couch the next morning after collapsing on it the last night. He briefly remembered that he wasn’t going to work today but got up and got ready anyway, not knowing when Mycroft was going to call or what he was going to do that day.
It turned out that Mycroft called the exact moment that Lestrade had sat down to watch the telly. Lestrade had told himself that he wasn’t going to wait by the phone, but found himself sitting by it when it rang.
He picked it up, “Good morning Inspector, how did you sleep?” Just as Lestrade was about to answer Mycroft started to talk again, “I will be directly over.” And he hung up, and confused Lestrade put his phone back on the coffee table in front of him. He didn’t know that when Mycroft meant that he would be directly over that he would take approximately two minutes to get out of the black car that was parked in parking lot since six o’clock, to walk up to the door, climb the stairs and knock on Lestrade’s door. Lestrade, still a bit confused about the conversation that had just taken place, walked over and opened the door. “Hope you haven’t had coffee yet, my security cameras have a hard time seeing into your kitchen. Ready to go?”
Lestrade shook his head, trying to shake away the confusion. “What?” But Mycroft was already handing him the coat from the coat rack and ushering him out the door. When they were outside Lestrade finally found his voice again, “What is going on?” Mycroft stopped and turned to him.
“I’m taking you out.”
“Taking me out where?”
“On a date.”
Lestrade’s breath caught in his throat and he had no idea why, he reasoned it was fear. “A date?”
“Yes, I am going to take you out for coffee. Is there a problem?” Mycroft found nothing wrong with his plan.
“Yes, there is a problem.” Lestrade was angry now. “You convince me to take the day off only to find out that it’s because you want to take me out on a date.”
“I don’t see the problem.”
“The problem is that I don’t want to go out with you!” Mycroft said nothing. “What have I done to think that I wanted to go on a date with you.” Lestrade said a little quieter.
Mycroft sighed and started to talk, Lestrade was surprised with what he heard. “I’ve seen you look at me when I’m at a crime scene to check on my brother. I know what it means because I look at you the same way.”
Lestrade was silently thinking for about a minute, it all came as a shock to him, something said in such a way to make him realize his feelings for the other Holmes brother. Sure he managed to sneak glances at Mycroft whenever he was around but he never thought that he actually…liked the other man. Of course how else could he explain that sickly sweet feeling in his stomach whenever he looked at the elder Holmes brother?
He finally looked back at Mycroft. “I’ll give it a try.” He said softly, mostly to see the other man smile once more.