Mystrade one-shots

Fast Cars and Roadside Liasons

This one-shot is based on the absolutely wonderful prompt given to me by @Im_with_the_fandoms, thank you so much for this x

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00:03am

A detective inspector drives home from work. He's disorientated, exhausted, just wants to get home.

A politician, high in the hierarchy of the country, is walking across the road to reach a telephone box to contact his brother whilst his phone is being repaired.

Tired.
Dizzy.
Wrong place.
Wrong time.

The car slows down round the corner and sees a shadow in the road, the driver can't make it out and so swerves suddenly to avoid it, just as another larger shadow emerges from between two parked cars and-

Collision.

A screech of brakes, a body hitting a windscreen and sliding off and landing with a thump on the asphalt, and a detective inspector who's suddenly
wide
awake.

00:58am

The police are called. An agreement is made. The D.I. will pay for all damage out of his own pocket, including medical funds, if they just let him visit his victim. Surprisingly, they accept the offer and even ferry him there themselves.

He has to wait 36 minutes and 24 seconds exactly before he is allowed in.

"What relation are you to the patient? We haven't had any relatives yet."
"I'm his... fiancé."
"Step this way, Sir."

In all honesty, the man in the hospital bed looked much better than the detective inspector thought he would. No visible head injuries at all, and no cuts or bruises on the arms or what was visible of his legs. He was awake when the officer first entered the room. he immediately began to protest, starting to hiss quietly, "Who the hell are you?" when he approached the bed.
"My name is Greg Lestrade, I'm a detective inspector from Scotland Yard and-"
"Well, Lestrade, I very much hope you can catch whoever did this. Hit-and-run without even seeing if I was alright. Absolutely disgraceful."

Greg tittered slightly before replying.
"Well, that's the thing, you see. It was not a hit-and-run, as the person that hit you is standing right here."
The man in the bed furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at him.
"I hope you're-" he started.
"Yes, yes, I am paying for all damage and such, and I've come to see if you're okay. Not too bad for someone that could've killed you, right?"

For some reason, the man opposite began to smile, slowly, the corners of his mouth stretching upwards and outwards. This formed into a grin, then a small chuckle, then a hearty laugh. He composed himself quickly and introduced himself.
"Mycroft Holmes, MI6."
"Brother of Sherlock Holmes?"
"Oh Jesus, what has he done now?"
"No," Greg reassured quickly, "he just helps with cases and the likes. Very intelligent."
Mycroft smiled. "It was a very different story when we were younger, believe me. He believed in the Easter Bunny until the age of 12, and-"

They were interrupted by a gentle rap at the door from a nurse.

"Sir... is everything ok?"
Mycroft nodded. "Yes yes, no broken bones, just bruises. The doctors suspect I have concussion, but I don't, as you can tell by my fluency while speaking."
The nurse looked awkwardly behind her, and replied "...yes. Okay, I'll get you discharged. The driver was going quite slowly, but if they were going any faster you would've broken several ribs. You got lucky, Mr Holmes."

Giving a knowing sideways look to Greg, Mycroft smirked and replied, "I know I did."

And he certainly did get lucky later on that night.

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Sorry for lowering the tone a bit there XD

I hope you're all well, and please don't forget to vote and comment if you liked it or if you have any prompts for future stories!

~Lauren xxxx