Overqualified [Mystrade]

Greg Lestrade was simple man. He didn't need to take extra job to get more money or be happy. He was happy with his life, even if it was a tad on the lonely side. When he's approached by the eldest Holmes brother whom he didn't really know all to well and was offered a contract, a six month contract, he didn't know what to do. The job was far below his pay grade. Turns out, Mycroft was even more convincing than his younger brother.

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"I'm a bit overqualified, don't ya think?" The DI asks, reluctant and sceptical.

With a small sigh, Mycroft drops the file onto the DI's desk. He lifts a hand ton his forehead and massages gently, as if he could rub away the stress.

"This has occurred at a very unfortunate time. How qualified you are is irrelevant. This matter requires a high level of trust"

"You trust me? Why?.. That makes no sense"

"My brother trusts you" Mycroft blinks at Greg, seeming to wonder how the man can possibly be so stupid.

"Your brother trusts me.. so you automatically trust me?"

"Yes, Gregory" Mycroft snaps, in a hurry. "Now, please, give me your answer"

A moment of silence passes as Greg looks at the file on his desk in thought. Then with a nod, he picks up his pen and signs the contract Mycroft had presented to him.

"Six months?" Greg asks.

"Six months" Mycroft confirms with a nod. "Be at my office by seven am tomorrow"

And with that the government official left Scotland Yard.