Mystrade one shots

The Beach

A/N- this idea came to me as I was sitting on one of my favourite beaches in the glazing sun when I had nothing to do.

In this, I talk about the TV show 'Gavin and Stacey'. Now, if you haven't watched it, I suggest you do. It portrays the most realistic view of Welsh and English people out of any TV show out there. Also, it's absolutely hilarious.

"Gregory,you do know that surprises are not your strong point?"

The Detective Inspector shrugged, and pulled into the parking space. He opened his car door, stepped out and breathed in the delicious sea air.

Mycroft Holmes, who was still in the passenger seat, followed suit. He stretched his arms and let out a big sigh; the pair had travelled around 4 hours from London, to a sea side town known as "Barry".

Lestrade had a rather large grin on his face; he was a huge fan of the TV show 'Gavin and Stacey' and whilst he had seen the infamous 'Barry Island' on TV, he had never actually been to the beach. Until today.

He had wanted to treat Mycroft to a day out for a while, and now he had his chance.

The younger man walked to the boot of the car, and pulled out two deck chairs and a picnic bag. Mycroft raised his eyebrows.

"A picnic on a beach four hours away from Sherlock," Greg beamed, "what could be better?"

Mycroft thought that there were a great deal of things that could be better, but kept his mouth shut; he could see how much this day meant to Gregory.

"You ready?" Lestrade asked with a lopsided grin, excitement growing in his eyes. The way he was bouncing around so happily reminded Mycroft of a puppy. He nodded to the other man, grabbed the picnic bag off him, and followed him along the promenade.

They had parked as far away from the beach as possible, in order to enjoy the scenery more. With temperatures reaching 30 degrees Celsius, it was no surprise that the place was packed. There seemed to be almost no space available. Families upon families were putting up wind breakers, throwing around frisbees and building sandcastles. The tide was slowly coming in, and some people were deciding to take to the waters.

The two men walked sided by side in silence, both enjoying the presence of the other.

They were headed to the arcades, as the beach space in front of them appeared to have some free spaces. They walked down the fading yellow stone stairs, trying to avoid people who were carrying trays of fish, chips and curry sauce (Greg remembered how they picked up on the Welsh's love for Curry sauce in Gavin and Stacey). Greg pondered on where they should sit. To the right of him were rock pools, and the beach area surrounding it appeared to be deserted. In front of him were countless gangs of teenagers who were all practically naked, and there was no way of getting any space near to his left.

"Rock pools?" Greg asked. Mycroft nodded vigorously; rock pools had always been the only part of beach visits that Mycroft had enjoyed when he was younger. It's been almost 15 years since he had last step foot on a beach.

They found a space and placed their chairs in the sand. Sitting down with a heavy sigh, the two men began to remove their shoes.

Greg was wearing a dark blue pair of Bermuda shorts, a plain grey top and sunglasses that covered most of his face. He also happened to have a huge smirk on his face, as he observed what Mycroft was wearing.

Mycroft Holmes doubted whether he himself owned a pair of shorts, however as Greg insisted that he 'wouldn't be seen on a beach with a man in his suit', he ended up borrowing a pair of grey Bermuda shorts from Greg. He wore a white polo top, and was also wearing sunglasses.

As the day passed on, the pair sat in their chairs, conversing about anything that came to mind. They munched on the picnic food, attempted to catch a tan, and after Mycroft pleaded with Greg, they also explored the rock pools. After half an hour of finding nothing and Lestrade almost breaking his neck twice, they both decided to pack up their things and place them back in the car.

Walking along the promenade on the way to the car however, Greg suddenly came to halt.

"Gregory? What is it?" Worried Mycroft.

The detective inspector did not answer, but instead squealed with excitement and ran towards a cafe- 'Marcos'.

Mycroft shook his head and followed the younger man to the queue, and when Greg got to the front it was all he could do to prevent himself from saying "What's ocurrin'?" The only thing that stopped him was the presence of the British Government behind him. They ended up buying one vanilla ice cream (Mycroft's) and one raspberry ripple (Greg's) before heading off again to the car.

Once the things were loaded, the two men sat on the bench which was just down a slope of grass from the car. The day has passed so fast that the beach was beginning to empty and the air was slightly cooler.

Mycroft entwined his fingers into Gregs as they sat on the bench. As a result, there was a humongous smile on his boyfriends face, who hadn't seemed to notice the vast amounts of ice cream on his lips. Mycroft began to laugh, as he freed his hand and grabbed a tissue from his pocket to wipe it off. Greg looked a bit sheepish after that, which only made Mycroft laugh more.

"Thank you for today," Mycroft breathed, obviously exhausted from all the laughter, "I can't remember having a day as relaxing as this for so long."

Greg, looking out into the ocean, simply replied "you deserved it, Mycroft."

They shared a gentle kiss, before Greg completely ruined the moment by shoving the remainder of his ice cream onto Mycroft's nose. Greg began laughing so hard he had to clutch his side, and tears began streaming down his face. Although as soon as Greg saw the look in his partners eyes, he whispered "shit" before running back up the slope and into the safety of the car.