ficlet: quite the handful
Title: quite the handful
Rating: G
Genre(s): general
Word Count: 320
Pairing(s) / Character(s): Lestrade, Mycroft
Warnings / Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock
Summary: Lestrade meets Sherlock’s brother. Written for visbranndrage’s birthday!
Lestrade watches Sherlock and John chatting amicably beside the crime scene, and sighs.
“They are quite the handful, aren’t they?”
Lestrade jumps. He turns to see a man standing to his right, cane in hand and watching Sherlock and John pensively.
“Excuse me?”
“Sherlock and that doctor of his,” the man says. His eyes fix on Lestrade, and he smiles. “They’re quite the handful. Wouldn’t you agree, Detective Inspector Lestrade?”
Lestrade blinks owlishly. “Um. Yes. Yes they are. I’m sorry, who are you?”
“My name is Mycroft Holmes.” He extends a hand and Lestrade takes it. “I am Sherlock’s brother.”
Lestrade’s eyes widen. “I didn’t know he has a brother.” He quirks an amused eyebrow. “You’re not a consulting detective too, are you?”
Mycroft chuckles and turns his attention back on Sherlock and John. “Sherlock is proud to be the only consulting detective in the world.” He smiles wrly. “And, well… no, he doesn’t talk about me a lot, I’m sure.”
Lestrade watches Mycroft watching Sherlock and John. His eyes are still pensive, crinkled at the edges in thought.
“Well, I’d best be going,” Mycroft breaks the silence, and turns to Lestrade with a genial smile. “Before my brother sees me and makes an unnecessary fuss. I trust you won’t tell him I was here, Detective Inspector.”
“Of course,” Lestrade nods.
Mycroft tips his head politely, and then he’s twirling around and walking away. A woman Lestrade had failed to notice earlier, standing some way behind them, follows him into the distance, her heels loud against the pavement.
As Mycroft disappears into the darkness with his lady by his side, Lestrade sighs again. He turns back to watch Sherlock clap John on the shoulder, and then they’re striding off, in the opposite direction. No doubt they’re returning to their flat on Baker Street.
Lestrade unbuttons his shirt’s top button and turns around. It’s time he went home too.
Rating: G
Genre(s): general
Word Count: 320
Pairing(s) / Character(s): Lestrade, Mycroft
Warnings / Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock
Summary: Lestrade meets Sherlock’s brother. Written for visbranndrage’s birthday!
Lestrade watches Sherlock and John chatting amicably beside the crime scene, and sighs.
“They are quite the handful, aren’t they?”
Lestrade jumps. He turns to see a man standing to his right, cane in hand and watching Sherlock and John pensively.
“Excuse me?”
“Sherlock and that doctor of his,” the man says. His eyes fix on Lestrade, and he smiles. “They’re quite the handful. Wouldn’t you agree, Detective Inspector Lestrade?”
Lestrade blinks owlishly. “Um. Yes. Yes they are. I’m sorry, who are you?”
“My name is Mycroft Holmes.” He extends a hand and Lestrade takes it. “I am Sherlock’s brother.”
Lestrade’s eyes widen. “I didn’t know he has a brother.” He quirks an amused eyebrow. “You’re not a consulting detective too, are you?”
Mycroft chuckles and turns his attention back on Sherlock and John. “Sherlock is proud to be the only consulting detective in the world.” He smiles wrly. “And, well… no, he doesn’t talk about me a lot, I’m sure.”
Lestrade watches Mycroft watching Sherlock and John. His eyes are still pensive, crinkled at the edges in thought.
“Well, I’d best be going,” Mycroft breaks the silence, and turns to Lestrade with a genial smile. “Before my brother sees me and makes an unnecessary fuss. I trust you won’t tell him I was here, Detective Inspector.”
“Of course,” Lestrade nods.
Mycroft tips his head politely, and then he’s twirling around and walking away. A woman Lestrade had failed to notice earlier, standing some way behind them, follows him into the distance, her heels loud against the pavement.
As Mycroft disappears into the darkness with his lady by his side, Lestrade sighs again. He turns back to watch Sherlock clap John on the shoulder, and then they’re striding off, in the opposite direction. No doubt they’re returning to their flat on Baker Street.
Lestrade unbuttons his shirt’s top button and turns around. It’s time he went home too.