Whispers Of The Masquerade

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"So you're saying, Mycroft, that a necklace got stolen and is being sold at a ball?"

"Yes exactly, brother mine."

"And you want John and I to go? I suppose we need someone else to go undercover, everyone knows us from the papers."

"I'll call Greg for you and have that problem solved."

"Greg... Is that Lestrade?"

"Yes, brother mine, I'm glad you're learning. The ball is tomorrow night, I'll send Greg over so the three of you can figure things out, perhaps make a plan or something. I'll be attending the ball too."

"I don't know if I should be glad."

"Well, good luck and goodbye, brother mine."

Within a few minutes the door opened, revealing the D.I. from NSY.

"So... A grand masquerade ball in a historic mansion on the outskirts of London, and I need to go undercover? At least that's what Mycroft told me."

Both Sherlock and John nodded.

"Take a seat, we'll make a plan." The latter said.

Greg sat down on the couch, crossing his legs.

"Okay, G... G-Greg? The necklace that got stolen is being sold there, we need you to go undercover as a potential buyer. The price of it is a million, they start at nine hundred thousand and pass it around. The price goes up by ten thousand each time it goes to another person. When you hear someone whisper nine hundred and ninety thousand, you're going to get yourself that necklace, I don't care how you do it, just don't be too obvious."

"Loud and clear. How about the attire?"

"Tomorrow morning Mycroft will take you shopping for a suit." John explained.

"But what will the two of you do? And Mycroft? He told me he'd also be there."

"John and I will be there, observe the guests and stuff. You'll have an in-ear and we'll give you information you might need, like who has the necklace at a specific time. Mycroft will be a little shy in the corner of the room, if anything goes wrong, he'll shoot."

"Aha..."

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Today was the day of the grand masquerade ball. Mycroft took him shopping for a nice tight-fitting suit. They found one both Mycroft and Greg liked, it was a charcoal suit, matching his salt and pepper hair. He tried it on and it fitted him perfectly. Mycroft's eyebrows shoot up once Greg came out of the fitting room.

"Stunning, absolutely amazing." He commented.

"You think so?"

"Really. It fits perfectly."

"Well, thank you."

"I have a collection of ties at home, you can choose one of them, Gregory dear."

Greg nodded and him and Mycroft went to pay for the suit.

"In for a walk?" Greg asked the taller man.

"I'd love to."

They walked into a park, just behind a couple. He deduced them.

Two males, both gay, four years into a relationship, the shorter one of them proposed recently, they owned a little dog, a poodle to be precise.

Mycroft thought about how happy he would be if he was the taller man, having a shorter man by his side. He never knew why he couldn't think about it like that when he saw a straight couple. The sight of this couple matched his dreams, it reminded him of his younger days. Tall, glasses, and his type someone who was shorter and had brown hair. The perfect description of his youth.

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