Mystrade Oneshots

28) Freak

"Freak."

Greg's ears pricked up. The words were muttered and most people would have shrugged them off, Greg would usually shrug them off, but not this time. He spun round and glared at the young constable that had just spoken. "What did you just say?"

The guy couldn't have been older than maybe twenty five, too young and naive to understand that what he'd just witnessed was fantastic, not freaky.

"Nothing sir."

Greg was having none of it. "No, you said something. I want to hear what it was." He growled, his tone suggested he already knew what had been said, of course he did, and was now enraged by it.

The young officer shifted uncomfortably under Greg's glare. "I um- I said faaaab...?" They were desperately trying to dig themselves out of this mess. It wasn't working.

Greg wanted to make them say it. "Try again." His whole tone was a warning, one that he was deliberately forcing this young officer to disobey.

They sighed and said very quietly. "I called him a freak..."

"And why did you feel the need to call him that?" Greg asked, not giving the younger man anytime to respond. "Is it because he can do things that you can only ever hope to achieve? You won't by the way, ever, he's bloody brilliant. Got that?"

"...Yes sir..."

"If I ever catch you saying things like that again I'll see to it that you never make it anywhere in the force, alright? Because I can and will do that. Not only am I your superior but I'm good friends with PC Owens, who I believe is directly your superior."

"...Yes sir..."

"You're dismissed constable."

"Yes sir." They turned and fled quite quickly.

Greg sighed irritability and turned back around. "Bloody naive young-" He noticed Mycroft staring at him with raised eyebrows. "What?"

"I've never seen you that angry."

"He called you a freak. What was I supposed to do?" Greg responded, shrugging and folding his arms, slightly flustered.

"I've dealt with people saying things like that all my life Gregory."

"I know, I know. I just couldn't help it. Your deductions are brilliant, and bloody helpful. I won't have ignorant brats saying stuff like that to you."

Mycroft sensed how tense and angry Gregory was, even after yelling at that poor constable. He wrapped his arms around the shorter, very irritated man, and rubbed his back in a soothing way. He received a relaxed sigh for his efforts.

"I love you Myc."

"I love you too Gregory. And thank you, no one's ever stood up for me like that."

Greg tightly wrapped his arms around Mycroft's neck. "No problem."