“Are you actually thinking of bonding with Lestrade , brother mine?” Sherlock asked in a mocking tone, tuning his violin.
“Gregory is a fine man, Sherlock. And yes, I would like to be with somebody who loves me, instead of being a lonely man.” Mycroft replied with a smirk, eyeing his brother.
Sherlock pulled the bow across the strings harshly, causing it to squeal abruptly.
“I'm not lonely , Mycroft. And I don't want to be somebody's bonded . Being forced to spend eternity with some dull demon or God forbid, some Angel, is not how I plan on spending my life.” Sherlock snapped, glaring at his brother.
“Of course not, brother dear.” Mycroft smirked, completely unfazed by his brother's glare.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“GET OUT!” Sherlock yelled, pointing to the door with his bow.
“Just because I'm right, Sherlock.”
“LEAVE. NOW!”
“Oh for God's sake. Really, My? Do you have to wind him up?” Lestrade asked from the door way, having come over to ask Sherlock's help on the latest case.
“Ah, Gregory, my dear. Of course not. I was just saying ...”
“I know what you were just saying , My. Now, go on. I need his help on a case.”
Sherlock gave his brother a knowing smirk as Mycroft stood up to leave.
“I will see you at home, darling. And we will discuss a few things.” Mycroft said to his Angel, winking at him before disappearing out the door.
“He is right though, you might meet someone you really want to be with.”
“I thought you had a case! Let me see!” Sherlock snapped, setting his violin and bow down.
“Here.” Lestrade sighed, handing the detective the folder.
“Boring!” Sherlock replied, throwing the folder to the floor.
“But Sherlock, I thought this one would be interesting for you; two suicides that look completely unconnected.”
“Call me when it gets interesting.”
“Fine.” Lestrade sighed, picking up the folder and leaving Sherlock to sulk.
x..x
“Gregory, my dear, what an unexpected surprise, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Mycroft asked into the phone, quirking an eyebrow at Anthea when she smirked at him.
She acknowledged the look and decided to leave her boss to his private conversation.
“Hey, love. I just wanted to talk. This case is killing me and your pain-in-the-arse brother is being a child.”
“Isn't he always? Besides, you could have to let me take a look at it.”
“You know I can't do that, My. The Super isn't exactly happy about me involving Sherlock, never-mind the British Government.”
“I'm not the British Government, I'm just one man.”
“Yeah right, love.”
“Yes, well. You've made it perfectly clear that you don't want me to try and talk some sense into him.”
“How well did that work out for you earlier? Not very, if Sherlock's yelling was anything to go by.”
“As you said, my brother has a tendency to act like a child.”
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When The British Government Met D.I Lestrade (Angels and Demons Book:2)
FanfictionMycroft never expected to fall in love with anyone, let alone an angel. And he definitely didn't expect to fall in love with an angel in the form of an unassuming Detective Inspector. But from the minute he saw him, Mycroft knew there was something...
