Falling: Touch.
Title: Falling: Touch
Characters: Mycroft/Lestrade
Prompt: # 38Touch
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG [so far]
Summary: Lestrade is different.
Disclaimer: Your umbrella is showing.
Falling
Touch
Detective Inspector, I require your presence to discuss Sherlock Holmes. Unfortunately you have no choice in the matter. A car will collect you. MH
I looked at my phone and groaned. No hot shower for me tonight. The car was already outside my complex, the same car that I had saw earlier. There was no way that I was going to leave my flat, in a down pour, to talk about Sherlock bloody Holmes. I did have a choice in the matter, thank you very much.
About five minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I didn’t answer it. Anyone associated with Sherlock had the potential to be horrible, and I wasn’t going to take that chance. Another, harder, knock. I was afraid now. I went to lay on the sofa, my head was killing me.
“Go away.” I yelled, I could hear the pain in my voice. My back was hurting like a bitch and I wasn’t in the mood. Why couldn’t people just leave me alone? At least for the rest of the day?
The door opened, they picked the lock, they had too. When I say they, I mean the woman who pulled rank on me only this morning. “Detective Inspector, please come with me, Mr. Holmes would like to see you.”
“Mr. Holmes can go to hell.” I spat out.
“He won’t be happy to hear that.” She said. “Don’t make me force you Inspector.” I laughed at that. “I will.” I sat up on the couch, making my head spin. “Are you going to go with me or not?” Sighing, I stood up, wavering slightly, and walked over to the door. “Good choice.”
I made sure to grab the umbrella on my way out.
The ride to, wherever the hell we were going, was a long and painful one. Long because it was painful, and painful because the pain in my back wasn’t just a little annoyance now. It was a big annoyance in a little area.
Anthea, the apparent PA to the man who sent for me, looked over at me.“Are you okay.”
“Fine.” I nodded, positioned myself so that my back wasn’t touching the seat, it helped relieve the pressure. It felt like my wings were going to explode out of my back. I definitely didn’t want that to happen.
We arrived at a small warehouse on the docks of the Thames. Inside was dimly lit but I could see the outline of the man I was meeting quite clearly. I stood as far away from him as I could get away from, I didn’t think that he was going to be a one for friendly pats on the back, but I couldn’t be too sure. I handed him his umbrella back and he muttered a thank you. “So, Sherlock. What about him?”
“I worry about him-”
“Well that makes two of us, your point?” Being in pain made me more irritable, it couldn’t be helped.
He paused, probably taken back by my tone, “I don’t believe that we’ve been officially introduced.” He put his hand out, “Mycroft Holmes.”
Holmes? “You’re Sherlock’s brother?” I remembered him. “Hey, weren’t you the one that bribed me to spy on him?” He grimaced and I knew that I remembered correctly. “I’m not going to do it, don’t ask me again.”
“I merely called you here to discuss my brother-”
“I’m off duty, I don’t care what your brother does when I’m off duty.” I didn’t have time for this, I felt like any second my wings were gonna pop out and I didn’t want a Holmes to know…about me. Panic surged through me.
“Are you alright Detective Inspector?” He was deducing me, shit, could he figure it out? Was he like Sherlock? I doubled over in pain that shot up my spine and clouded my vision. I could hear him walking closer to me, I shuffled backwards but he kept advancing.
A touch on my shoulder was all it took.
Part 6>
Characters: Mycroft/Lestrade
Prompt: # 38Touch
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG [so far]
Summary: Lestrade is different.
Disclaimer: Your umbrella is showing.
Falling
Touch
Detective Inspector, I require your presence to discuss Sherlock Holmes. Unfortunately you have no choice in the matter. A car will collect you. MH
I looked at my phone and groaned. No hot shower for me tonight. The car was already outside my complex, the same car that I had saw earlier. There was no way that I was going to leave my flat, in a down pour, to talk about Sherlock bloody Holmes. I did have a choice in the matter, thank you very much.
About five minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I didn’t answer it. Anyone associated with Sherlock had the potential to be horrible, and I wasn’t going to take that chance. Another, harder, knock. I was afraid now. I went to lay on the sofa, my head was killing me.
“Go away.” I yelled, I could hear the pain in my voice. My back was hurting like a bitch and I wasn’t in the mood. Why couldn’t people just leave me alone? At least for the rest of the day?
The door opened, they picked the lock, they had too. When I say they, I mean the woman who pulled rank on me only this morning. “Detective Inspector, please come with me, Mr. Holmes would like to see you.”
“Mr. Holmes can go to hell.” I spat out.
“He won’t be happy to hear that.” She said. “Don’t make me force you Inspector.” I laughed at that. “I will.” I sat up on the couch, making my head spin. “Are you going to go with me or not?” Sighing, I stood up, wavering slightly, and walked over to the door. “Good choice.”
I made sure to grab the umbrella on my way out.
The ride to, wherever the hell we were going, was a long and painful one. Long because it was painful, and painful because the pain in my back wasn’t just a little annoyance now. It was a big annoyance in a little area.
Anthea, the apparent PA to the man who sent for me, looked over at me.“Are you okay.”
“Fine.” I nodded, positioned myself so that my back wasn’t touching the seat, it helped relieve the pressure. It felt like my wings were going to explode out of my back. I definitely didn’t want that to happen.
We arrived at a small warehouse on the docks of the Thames. Inside was dimly lit but I could see the outline of the man I was meeting quite clearly. I stood as far away from him as I could get away from, I didn’t think that he was going to be a one for friendly pats on the back, but I couldn’t be too sure. I handed him his umbrella back and he muttered a thank you. “So, Sherlock. What about him?”
“I worry about him-”
“Well that makes two of us, your point?” Being in pain made me more irritable, it couldn’t be helped.
He paused, probably taken back by my tone, “I don’t believe that we’ve been officially introduced.” He put his hand out, “Mycroft Holmes.”
Holmes? “You’re Sherlock’s brother?” I remembered him. “Hey, weren’t you the one that bribed me to spy on him?” He grimaced and I knew that I remembered correctly. “I’m not going to do it, don’t ask me again.”
“I merely called you here to discuss my brother-”
“I’m off duty, I don’t care what your brother does when I’m off duty.” I didn’t have time for this, I felt like any second my wings were gonna pop out and I didn’t want a Holmes to know…about me. Panic surged through me.
“Are you alright Detective Inspector?” He was deducing me, shit, could he figure it out? Was he like Sherlock? I doubled over in pain that shot up my spine and clouded my vision. I could hear him walking closer to me, I shuffled backwards but he kept advancing.
A touch on my shoulder was all it took.
Part 6>