Quite A Catch
Title: Quite A Catch
Author: aislingdoheanta
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Lestrade, Mycroft (slight Mystrade), Sherlock, John
Summary: Greg is confronted about his less than ideal blind date from the night before.
Rating: T
Word Count: 547
Notes: I was watching that episode of FRIENDS where Phoebe and Joey set Ross and Rachel up on horrible blind dates and Ross's stands him up. The idea came from the waiter's interaction with Ross when he asked Ross if he was afraid his date saw him and left. No real point to this fic, except for it just to exist, I suppose.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Obviously Not Mine
It was a cold, bitter morning as Greg Lestrade watched Sherlock Holmes and John Watson stride up to the crime scene. It wasn't normally the type of case Sherlock wanted to be involved in--there was no grotesque murder or strange circumstance. He still wasn't entirely sure why they were here. He raised an eyebrow to John as he walked over to him.
"Mycroft. Apparently the victim was a VIP within his government," John said quietly.
"You flatter me, John," Mycroft's silky voice said from behind them. "It's not my government."
Greg turned and nodded to Mycroft Holmes. "Mycroft."
"Detective Inspector," Mycroft said with a nod.
"Greg," Greg corrected automatically, knowing that Mycroft wouldn't listen.
"Okay. So why is Sherlock on this case, Mycroft?" John asked. "He just threw the book he was reading after he saw your text and told me we were needed."
Mycroft chuckled. "Yes. Sherlock does tend to lean on theatrics."
Greg smiled. Mycroft always had a way of relating with him whenever they crossed paths that didn't rely on insulting his intelligence. "Though, seriously. Why is this case causing you to step in?"
Mycroft inspected his umbrella. "I am afraid that I cannot divulge the particulars, even to you, Detective Inspector. I can, however, tell you that it deals with a confidential security detail concerning the whereabouts of specific people. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and chat with my brother."
"It's Greg," he said as Mycroft turned around. Mycroft didn't respond.
"Leave it to Mycroft to explain something in a way that answers nothing and leaves you more confused than when you started," John said with a chuckle.
"Yeah. But both of them are like that," Greg said.
"Hey, how'd your date go last night?" John asked as he crossed his arms.
Greg sighed. "Not as well as I'd hoped."
"Yeah. Blind dates are always difficult," John said. "What do you expect?"
"For them to show up," Greg said softly. It still stung, just a little, that he was apparently set up with this really amazing woman but she didn't even have the decency to show.
"Wait, you had a blind date?!" Sherlock called from where he was talking with his brother.
Greg rolled his eyes. Leave it to Sherlock to overhear something like that. "Yes. But, as you were listening, you'll know it didn't go anywhere. She never showed."
"Are you worried that she saw you and left?" Sherlock asked, a little smirk playing on his face.
Greg shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I didn't...Although, now I am."
Sherlock chuckled and turned back to the conversation with his brother. Thankfully, Mycroft remained silent, but Greg felt himself flush all the same. It wasn't that he was trying to win Mycroft's affections but he didn't want to look like a complete fool in front of who John and Sherlock both declare as The British Government.
"I'm sure that wasn't it," John said softly, knowing that conversation was not welcome at the moment.
Greg shoved his hands in his pockets and watched the scene in front of him. John eventually walked over to where Sherlock was because Sherlock was gesturing impatiently.
"If she did see you, she would not have left."
Greg turned and saw Mycroft standing next to him. "Sorry?"
"If she had seen you, I can assure you that she would not have left," Mycroft said and turned toward Greg but kept his eyes focused on a point just beyond Greg's ear.
"Oh, can you now?" Greg said with a chuckle.
"Yes. You are quite...attractive, Gregory," Mycroft said quietly. "I am simply trying to say that you are what anyone would consider a catch." He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable expressing himself. "Afternoon, Detective Inspector. Thank you for allowing me access." He turned to walk back toward his car.
"Mycroft...does that include yourself?" Greg asked with smirk.
Mycroft jerked to a stop but turned around, his features schooled. "Pardon?" He raised an eyebrow.
Greg cocked his head. "You said I was what anyone would consider a catch. I was wondering if that included you."
Mycroft tapped his umbrella. "Perhaps."
Greg smiled. "Well then, if you ever fancy an evening out, you should ring me. I trust you'd have no problem acquiring my mobile number."
Mycroft stared at him for a few seconds before remembering himself. "Yes. Alright. Goodbye Detective Inspector."
"It's Greg."
"Greg," Mycroft said quietly before nodding and getting into his car.
Greg smiled to himself. Maybe his date last night hadn't gone well, but he apparently got another one out of it. The only problem is if Mycroft would actually phone. But that was a problem for another day.
Author: aislingdoheanta
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Lestrade, Mycroft (slight Mystrade), Sherlock, John
Summary: Greg is confronted about his less than ideal blind date from the night before.
Rating: T
Word Count: 547
Notes: I was watching that episode of FRIENDS where Phoebe and Joey set Ross and Rachel up on horrible blind dates and Ross's stands him up. The idea came from the waiter's interaction with Ross when he asked Ross if he was afraid his date saw him and left. No real point to this fic, except for it just to exist, I suppose.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Obviously Not Mine
It was a cold, bitter morning as Greg Lestrade watched Sherlock Holmes and John Watson stride up to the crime scene. It wasn't normally the type of case Sherlock wanted to be involved in--there was no grotesque murder or strange circumstance. He still wasn't entirely sure why they were here. He raised an eyebrow to John as he walked over to him.
"Mycroft. Apparently the victim was a VIP within his government," John said quietly.
"You flatter me, John," Mycroft's silky voice said from behind them. "It's not my government."
Greg turned and nodded to Mycroft Holmes. "Mycroft."
"Detective Inspector," Mycroft said with a nod.
"Greg," Greg corrected automatically, knowing that Mycroft wouldn't listen.
"Okay. So why is Sherlock on this case, Mycroft?" John asked. "He just threw the book he was reading after he saw your text and told me we were needed."
Mycroft chuckled. "Yes. Sherlock does tend to lean on theatrics."
Greg smiled. Mycroft always had a way of relating with him whenever they crossed paths that didn't rely on insulting his intelligence. "Though, seriously. Why is this case causing you to step in?"
Mycroft inspected his umbrella. "I am afraid that I cannot divulge the particulars, even to you, Detective Inspector. I can, however, tell you that it deals with a confidential security detail concerning the whereabouts of specific people. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and chat with my brother."
"It's Greg," he said as Mycroft turned around. Mycroft didn't respond.
"Leave it to Mycroft to explain something in a way that answers nothing and leaves you more confused than when you started," John said with a chuckle.
"Yeah. But both of them are like that," Greg said.
"Hey, how'd your date go last night?" John asked as he crossed his arms.
Greg sighed. "Not as well as I'd hoped."
"Yeah. Blind dates are always difficult," John said. "What do you expect?"
"For them to show up," Greg said softly. It still stung, just a little, that he was apparently set up with this really amazing woman but she didn't even have the decency to show.
"Wait, you had a blind date?!" Sherlock called from where he was talking with his brother.
Greg rolled his eyes. Leave it to Sherlock to overhear something like that. "Yes. But, as you were listening, you'll know it didn't go anywhere. She never showed."
"Are you worried that she saw you and left?" Sherlock asked, a little smirk playing on his face.
Greg shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I didn't...Although, now I am."
Sherlock chuckled and turned back to the conversation with his brother. Thankfully, Mycroft remained silent, but Greg felt himself flush all the same. It wasn't that he was trying to win Mycroft's affections but he didn't want to look like a complete fool in front of who John and Sherlock both declare as The British Government.
"I'm sure that wasn't it," John said softly, knowing that conversation was not welcome at the moment.
Greg shoved his hands in his pockets and watched the scene in front of him. John eventually walked over to where Sherlock was because Sherlock was gesturing impatiently.
"If she did see you, she would not have left."
Greg turned and saw Mycroft standing next to him. "Sorry?"
"If she had seen you, I can assure you that she would not have left," Mycroft said and turned toward Greg but kept his eyes focused on a point just beyond Greg's ear.
"Oh, can you now?" Greg said with a chuckle.
"Yes. You are quite...attractive, Gregory," Mycroft said quietly. "I am simply trying to say that you are what anyone would consider a catch." He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable expressing himself. "Afternoon, Detective Inspector. Thank you for allowing me access." He turned to walk back toward his car.
"Mycroft...does that include yourself?" Greg asked with smirk.
Mycroft jerked to a stop but turned around, his features schooled. "Pardon?" He raised an eyebrow.
Greg cocked his head. "You said I was what anyone would consider a catch. I was wondering if that included you."
Mycroft tapped his umbrella. "Perhaps."
Greg smiled. "Well then, if you ever fancy an evening out, you should ring me. I trust you'd have no problem acquiring my mobile number."
Mycroft stared at him for a few seconds before remembering himself. "Yes. Alright. Goodbye Detective Inspector."
"It's Greg."
"Greg," Mycroft said quietly before nodding and getting into his car.
Greg smiled to himself. Maybe his date last night hadn't gone well, but he apparently got another one out of it. The only problem is if Mycroft would actually phone. But that was a problem for another day.