#inspectorgregorylestrudel

[governmentofficial]

if greg could have his way, they’d go to a shelter and get a poor old cat who woukd probably had lived and woukd die there. he prefers giving those cats a happy life before they go and die. he feels bad for them

((Greg should just tell Mycroft that. Mycroft would probably let them get an old cat if he did

And if he doesn't then Greg could just give him the puppy dog eyes because I'm sure those work every time))

[governmentofficial]

greg might give in if mycroft pouted enough. actutally, probably not. greg’s very firm about compromises in relationships. xD

((But Greg saying that they could have an expensive cat would be compromising. Sort of. He would just be compromising to have a more expensive one instead of the other way around))

[governmentofficial]

oh my god mycroft you sneak

((His plan would probably fail though because really, I doubt Mycroft ever goes out and buys chocolates for Greg before taking him to dinner unless he really wants something

So as soon as he asks for an expensive kitten, Greg will be ready to turn him down and just be like "no." and Mycroft will pout and complain about his plan not working for the rest of this night))

[governmentofficial]

The Most Dangerous Man in London

Mycroft's scowl lessened a little as he strolled into the Diogenes Club. He weaved past a few staff members as he walked to the private office he had in the building (a perk of being one of the founders of the club), he breathed a sigh of relief when he finally got there. Finally. Quiet. Not even the sound of cups clicking against china plates any more, and definitely not the sound of annoying voices any more. For the last few weeks, all people had been doing was talking at Mycroft. Someone giving their condolences here, someone chatting away idly about a subject Mycroft really didn't care about there. It irritated him so much. Couldn't people see that he had a brother to mourn and, now, that he had important things to tend to?

And that's why he was in the Diogenes Club at that moment. For the quiet, and because he had things to tend to. The politician glanced at his watch. Detective Inspector Lestrade should be arriving at any minute, although changes were that he woulkd be late. The traffic wasn't very good outside, and plus he just seemed to Mycroft like the type of man who couldn't keep track of time. So, to give himself something to do, Mycroft set up his laptop and went back to working on the list of people he could contact about his new organisation. Quite a few people had been removed from it so far - it would just be too risky to contact them - but the list was still rather lengthy. Besides, the elder Holmes only needed enough people to start it all off. Once everything was up and running he could find other ways of hiring people.

[governmentofficial]

The Start of a Downwards Spiral || AU Drabble

(Based off this post and my tags for it [x])

"Shoot him."

"I beg your pardon, Mr Holmes?"

"Did you not hear me? Shoot him."

It had been five weeks since Sherlock jumped. Five whole weeks since Mycroft had gone up to the top of St Barts and found Jim Moriarty's body lying in a pool of his own blood, and then had to go down stairs and double check that it was his brother that was dead. He didn't really need to check though. He had been alerted of what was happening straight away, and he watched the events play out from a security camera across the road. It hadn't been the clearest footage ever, but it had been clear to Mycroft what had happened.

The man Mycroft had been talking to - some low ranking member of the secret service - looked confused. "I don't think we generally sh-"

"And I don't think you generally disobey my orders." Mycroft interrupted harshly, a clear no nonsense tone to his voice. The other man promptly fell quiet, knowing better than to get on Mycroft's wrong side. Ever since Sherlock jumped the politician had been getting more and more like the ice man he had been described to me. He would be quicker to agree to more violent ideas instead of thinking of another, more peaceful way, and he didn't seem to care about how anyone felt about anything any more. It had started when they found Moriarty's body. Mycroft had ordered a round of bullets to be fired into it. "Just in case," he had said, as if the corpse wasn't obviously dead enough already. Now they had found one of the snipers involved with the whole situation, and Mycroft's first order was "shoot him". Yes, he was definitely growing colder.

"Shoot him." The elder - and now only - Holmes repeated. "He's just going to do it again, and he's probably done it before. We can make excuses for what happened later." The employee nodded, and scurried out of the room.

Sighing, Mycroft leant back in in his chair. Perhaps he was getting a little too violent. That wasn't good. He didn't want people thinking he was some sort of secret serial killer.

And then an idea came to him.

His brow furrowed a little as he thought it over. If the people who worked for him didn't feel comfortable disposing of those who worked for Moriarty, maybe he should just do it himself. After all, they do say if you want something doing properly you should do it yourself. And he was certain he wouldn't get caught; Holmeses were too clever for that. 

Opening up his laptop, Mycroft started to type up a list of people he knew would have no qualms in joining an organisation like the one he was planning. There were people from his security team on it, MI5, MI6, the army - anyone he could think of. He didn't fully trust anybody on the list though, and he needed someone like that. After all, who would manage the business while he was busy doing his day job? 

Mycroft mulled the idea over in his head. His first choice would be Doctor Watson - but he seemed to hate him right now, so maybe not. The detective inspector then? His job wouldn't be going anywhere now, so he had nothing to lose, and he did seem to be quite loyal to Sherlock. He would probably be quite easy to manipulate into doing to job too. Yes... He would be perfect.

A small smile played on Mycroft's lips as he leant forwards to switch his intercom on. "Anthea, would you mind arranging for Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade to meet me at the Diogenes Club pronto? Thank you."

With any luck, he could have Lestrade on his side and this organisation set up within the week.

[governmentofficial]

#I don't know why you dye your hair love #You look adorable as a ginger #Well #You look adorable all the time #But I don't know why you have so many issues with being ginger

If you must know, it's a combination of childhood bullying, the belief that various colleagues of mine at work would not take me seriously with that hair colour, and that Sherlock is not ginger and I dislike having to explain that I get my hair from our father while he gets it from our mother every time someone finds out that we're brothers.

Plus, the idea that I'm less attractive with my normal hair colour does play on my mind from time to time too.

[governmentofficial]

Mycroft you have a son to take care of. You can’t go getting drunk.

Says who? Besides, it won't be that drunk. Just drunk enough to make things a little easier to cope with.

[thecajunthirst]

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