Odds do attract (Mystrade)

One does hope to meet again....

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This story is in collaboration with the brilliant Zeal1999, I thoroughly advise you to check out her other stories as they are absolutely amazing! So without further ado, enjoy!

Love E.L xxxx

Word Count: 630

Lestrade's office, to anyone outside, may as well have been a cemetery, whether that be from the dismaying aura radiating from within or the fact that he looked absolutely deathly, Only Sherlock knew! Not even the growing amount of coffee he had consumed could brighten the dull exterior that seemed to also be his life these days. The stark, cold expression and bags under his once bright chocolate eyes were caused from the previous situation that now tortured him. After all, that morning he had caught his girlfriend cheating on him, an all to familiar scene from when his now ex-wife had done the same. Both leaving him utterly heartbroken. 'What am I doing wrong?' Lestrade questioned himself with a heavy sigh. 'Why am I never good enough!?'

Time skip

"I do apologise for interrupting your" Mycroft paused, contemplating the best way to go about this. "Thoughts" he decided on. "But it has come to my attention that Scotland Yard is getting out of hand, Private Investigations, being run by the government, are being spied on or joined as if they were some kind of field trip. So if you wouldn't mind having a word with them?" Mycroft Holmes finished with his eyebrow raised in question and his signature umbrella hooked on the crook of his arm, leaning elegantly against the doorframe.
"Ah of course! If you would just give me their names I will personally give them a little chat." Greg replied with far too much enthusiasm, signalling his unsuccessful fake happiness. Nodding in satisfaction Mycroft looks down, "I'm free Thursday, meet me at the bakery by Sherlock's, 2:40pm. Don't be late, I'm a busy man." And with that, the gorgeous Mycroft Holmes strode off with a slight smirk tugging at the edges of his perfect lips, leaving a startled yet genuinely excited Detective Inspector behind.

Time Skip

(Lestrade's P.O.V)

I pull up to see Mycroft dressed in his usual impeccable style, only this time he was wearing a quite handsome navy 3 piece that perfectly outlined his muscles.
"Ah nice day today, don't you think?" I, terribly, attempted to make small talk which he just nodded slightly to in return. My smile faltered a little before coming back as I see my all time favourite desert here. Chocolate eclairs, I hummed happily to myself just at the thought, then that got me thinking about what Mycroft's favourite was.
"Ones coffee, latte, with soy milk and no sugar. As well as one white tea, three sugars and that will be all." He then paid and nodded at me to pick a number and take a sit.

Time skip

I can't believe I zoned out, what is wrong with me and why on earth am I craving this mans praise, I hardly know him!
"You intrigue me , Mr Lestrade. You appear rather stupid at times yet I know for a fact that your actually harder to depict and smarter than most." Mycroft absentmindedly drivels to me before abruptly, yet ever so elegantly, standing up and hooking his umbrella over his arm.
"One does hope to meet again when saying farewell, so farewell Gregory dear." And with that he turns and strides away, every step seeming to drip sophistication. I just sit staring bewildered at the incredible man being driven away in a sleek black car. "What is he doing to me?" I let a small smile rest on my face.