The Thrill of the Chase (Johnlock/Mystrade Teen!Lock)

Chapter Nine

Chapter 9

Greg’s POV

It was Monday morning, and I was sitting in maths, doing nothing after having finished all of my work. A voice came over the classroom intercom, and I knew the voice to be Mycroft’s assistant.

‘Can Gregory Lestrade please report to the assistant headmasters office immediately. Gregory Lestrade to the assistant headmasters office please…’ There was a click as the intercom switched off, and I packed up my things, and left the room, after noticing the look Sherlock was giving me.

I rolled my eyes at him as I left, and then I went to Mycroft’s office. Before I actually got into his office, Mycroft’s receptionist, Anthea, stopped me. “Hey,” she said, pulling on my arm.

I stopped and looked at her impatiently.

“Why do you always go into Myc- Mr. Holmes’s office?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business. But if you must know, it’s about rugby. You wouldn’t understand.” I made sure my look of distaste was clear as I continued into Mycroft’s office, closing the door behind me.

I went and sat down opposite Mycroft, and he gave me a concerned look, probably wondering why I hadn’t gone straight over to him. “What’s wrong?”

“Your receptionist Anthea is getting suspicious. She just asked me why I always come in here.”

“And what did you say?”

“I told her it was none of her business anyway, but I come in here about rugby.”

“I’ve taught you well,” Mycroft smirked.

“That you have.”

I took a moment to acknowledge what my boyfriend was wearing. He wore a light blue, expensive shirt with a black tie. His black trousers fit him nicely, and I was already aware that a lot of the female students at the school crushed on him, and appreciated Mycroft’s trousers nice fit. His reddish brown hair stuck up in a nice, naturally spiked way, and I noticed he hadn’t bothered to shave, so he had a slight dark stubble on his face. “You look rather rough,” I told him with a smirk on my face.

“I figured I would try something different,” he replied, sitting back in his seat. “Too bad it hasn’t fended off the female students here.”

I laughed at that. “You should hear some of the things they say about you. And actually, I think you look rather sexy like this.”

“I did it for you.”

“I’m glad. Don’t let it become a full on beard though, please.”

Mycroft laughed. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t allow that to happen. So anyway, how is Sherlock and John doing?”

“Good, I think. They stand closer to each other now and forget about everyone else now when they’re together, but it’s nothing noticeable unless one was to know about them.”

“That’s good, I’m glad they’re be careful about this.”

“So am I. I’m happy for them. I’ve never seen Sherlock so happy and John too, for that matter.”

Mycroft smiled at me lovingly. “This is why I love you. Because you’re so caring, and kind and-“

Before he could finish his sentence, I had walked over to him, grabbed him by his collar, and pulled him into a rough kiss. After a while, I pulled away and saw Mycroft was looking awfully amused. “I better go,” I told him, “otherwise people will start to wonder.”

“I’ll text you later, then?”

“Yep, sounds good. I love you,” I said the last part quietly.

“I love you too, Greg.”

I smiled and left his office, giving Anthea a cheeky false smile as I went past. “Oh, by the way,” I said, stopping in front of her desk. “You might want some more deodorant. You simply reek of lust for him.”

I continued walking, leaving the woman with her mouth open in an ‘O’.

‘Gregory Lestrade, you are an absolute prick,’ I thought to myself as I went into the cafeteria since it was break time.

I went and sat with the group, and saw John and Sherlock talking, once again in their own little world. Of course, no one else noticed.

“Hey, Greg,” I turned my head to see a group of younger girls standing by me at our table, giggling.

“Hello…”

“You’re close with Mr. Holmes, yeah?”

“Not really. I go into his office to discuss rugby things with him, that’s all. Why’s that?”

“Whatever. Can you give these to him next time you see him? Thanks,” they handed me a stack of envelopes, coloured in pink, light yellow, and white before quickly walking away, still giggling.

I felt a surge of anger as I thought about it. These could only be love letters to my boyfriend.

I looked towards John and Sherlock, and saw they were both looking at me, John looking worried, and Sherlock looking beyond amused. “Oh, shut up,” I said to Sherlock. He began laughing and I dropped my head on the table and groaned.

Everyone loved my iceman, and God help me, so did I.