Goldfish (BBC Sherlock)

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Greg stood on the edge of the footpath, leaning against a wall and watching the cars go by. It was his day off and he had no clue what to do. So, he just watched London go about its day.

"Ah, Lestrade. Have you seen my brother by any chance? He's disappeared again. Well, he and Doctor Watson." Said a voice.

It was Mycroft homes. He was leaning on his umbrella and greeting Greg with what he probably thought was a friendly smile. It wasn't really unfriendly, Greg supposed. Just a little awkward.

"No, not today," said Greg. "But I did see him yesterday. Actually he asked me to pass on a message to you. I don't know what it means. It doesn't really make any sense at all, actually. He asked me to ask you if I made a good goldfish for you. Sorry, I know it's strange."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow and sighed. "I suppose I knew he would figure it out one day. He is my brother after all." He smiled almost fondly. Then he said suddenly, "Would you care to get a drink with me sometime Lestrade?"

Greg frowned. "A drink?" He asked.

"Yes, a drink. That's what people do, isn't it?" Said Mycroft, frowning slightly.

Greg suddenly realised something and he smiled. "Are you asking me on a date, Mycroft Holmes?" Greg said.

"Yes! That's it. Precisely. I'll get someone to pick you up at about seven." Said Mycroft, beginning to turn away.

"Hang on, I haven't even agreed yet," said Greg. "And why are you asking me out anyway?"

"Well that's what people do isn't it? Go on dates." Said Mycroft.

"Well, yeah, but only with people they like." Said Greg.

"I like you." Said Mycroft, tilting his head and frowning.

Greg raised his eyebrows. Mycroft blinked a few times as if realizing what he had said.

"More or less," he added quickly.

He made his way down the street without another word. Greg couldn't help but grin.

Mycroft Holmes. The world's most unhuman human. Even more so than his brother. And he actually liked Greg.

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