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[brotherthine]

anagnorisis
\ an-ag-NAWR-uh-sis, -NOHR- \ , noun;
1.
(in ancient Greek tragedy) the critical moment of recognition or discovery, especially preceding peripeteia.



Mycroft didn't often lean on anything - it did hell on his clothes and really why would a minor government official be 'leaning' against a wall? It looked unbelievably unprofessional and sloppy. However, on his day off, he allowed himself the luxury of leaning against the stone edifice on Bridge St. He was, after all, wearing clothing that was about as casual that Mycroft Holmes could get - black courderoy slacks, a dark blue sweater, and of course sturdy walking shoes. The umbrella, naturally, was sitting right at his elbow.

Yes, naturally, he had his phone with him, but otherwise he looked like he was truly trying to have a day where he was simply off. He had cleared his schedule viciously and told Anthea that if he was going to be interrupted in the next four hours outside of nuclear wars, there would be Hell to Pay. Which was why he had the phone, and was currently typing a rather vicious text message to the Minister of Defense while he waited for Gregory - honestly man. Everyone knew that you didn't flinch in the face of Saudi Arabia. They were bullies with oil wells. He ordered him to go back into the meeting, and keep his chin up, like an Englishman.

"...Really going to have to speak to the Prime Minister about you..." He murmured to himself, as his long fingers tapped the keys quickly and bluntly.

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[crimogen]

[He can't help but snort a little at that response, sounding somewhere between exasperated and just a little bit amused.]

A place with decent steak, for starters, I suppose. I've been having a craving recently.

[And its not horribly expensive or anything, so that works out, right?]

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft pursed his lips, narrowing his gaze thoughtfully. He pointed across the street with his umbrella.]

Across the street, up two blocks. Then after lunch, we can go on our excursion.

[It's perfect - private, quiet, and not expensive.]

[crimogen]

[Well, looks like he already has something in mind. And Lestrade can't fault him for that.]

Works for me.

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft smiled then, pleased. It was always a good feeling for such amicable agreement. The less Gregory argued, the happier he was with how things were.]

Then off we go. [He started to cross the street, humming to himself.]

[crimogen]

[Appreciate this moment, Mycroft, because it probably won't be that often when Lestrade can be this agreeable (unless you give him a good reason to be, of course).

He gives a small nod and simply follows the other man to their destination, thankful for at least this good company. He's certainly much better than Sherlock in this area, if anything.]

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft plans on giving him every reason to be agreeable, quite honestly. Which is why it is time to move to the next step. Which is ... going to be ... delicate.]

[He wets his lips, glancing over at Lestrade.] I am rather surprised, that you don't have any plans... you know. Social plans. What is the phrase -- 'hot date'?

[crimogen]

[...Lestrade has to give Mycroft a look here, because really, hot date? What??]

Uh... no? [What are you even on Mycroft.] And don't say that again, it just sounds weird from you.

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft's lips twitched into a rueful smirk, before he shrugged.]

Clearly, slang is not my strong point. Therefore, I shall avoid saying it in the future. However ... the point is made. You haven't gone out with someone in awhile.

[crimogen]

[Lestrade pretty much just shrugs (again), since its not like he really has anything to say about it.]

Been too busy. Crime isn't going to rest just because I have a date.

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft arched an eyebrow at him at that, before snorting softly.]

I am fairly certain that there are at least several hundred other DI's in the city who can take up the slack, Gregory. At least for one evening.

[And now, another gentle probe.]

Is ... the problem that you do not find anyone alluring enough to break the dry spell?

[crimogen]

[Well, all those 'several hundred DIs' don't happen to be him.

At the question though, he can't help but snort.]

Hard to find anyone when I'm not really looking. [He is... still kind of sore over the divorce. Losing a marriage of nearly 20 years is hard to get over.]

[brotherthine]

[That is very, very true.

Interesting reaction. Of course, by the flicker of bitterness though, the answer is clear.]

[He 'ahems' looking elsewhere.] Yes, of course. Well ... all in due time, I am sure.

[crimogen]

[In due time? Really, Mycroft, you're assuming he's going to actually try at all. He's nearly fifty, lost a long-term relationship to work and is kind of blaming himself for the mess that was Reichenbach. If he's ever going to 'find' anybody, its going to be a while.

Hence, why he's snorting again.]

Yeah, sure. In due time. [The sarcasm is palpable in his response here.]

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft stopped on the street for a moment, putting out one hand to stop Gregory, and give him a long and penetrative look. Blue eyes, like laser beams, searching Gregory's face.]

All right, let me me ask you something. By your tone, you clearly are not going to go looking. What if someone came looking for you, instead? Chased after you, heart on proverbial sleeve? Are you really going to deny yourself happiness?

[crimogen]

[Lestrade is visibly surprised when Mycroft suddenly stops in his tracks, and that gaze--piercing and straight and looking as if it could pry into every last inch of your. He's been at the end of those looks before, of course, but this one is different, somehow.

Or maybe he's just thinking too much.

He gives himself a mental shake of the head to focus again, concentrating on Mycroft's question and subsequently responding to it.]

That's not really a question I can answer when you suddenly post it to me like that. [Also people? Going after him??? Yeah, like that will ever happen.]

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft tilted his head up a little, his expression considering, before he nodded his head slowly.]

Very well. I do ask that you do think it over. The answer is ... at any rate. Lunch first. [Because honestly, thinking about this with food on his stomach was going to be a great deal easier.]

[crimogen]

[Having time and food is a good idea, yea. Lestrade gives his own nod of agreement, since he is kind of looking forward to the food.

He'll think more about it over food. Probably.]

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft led the way across the street, quiet now, locking himself in his own thoughts. He did open the door for Lestrade, offering a quick smile, but that faded into his most pensive expression. They were seated shortly thereafter, because Mycroft was known to be an excellent tipper and someone who steered a great deal of business their way.

He himself sat down, tucked his napkin in, and looked at the menu without really reading it, absently telling the waiter to give Lestrade whatever he wanted.]

[crimogen]

[Lestrade keeps to his own thoughts as well as they make the rest of their way to the establishment, settling in quickly once they are inside and given the menu.

Surprisingly, it really doesn't seem that all posh, which is nice since he isn't too much in the mood for that now. Lestrade glances over the choices, debating which was 1) not too expensive and 2) still good. It's never easy finding that balance.]

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft ordered himself an iced tea, some sort of spinach salad and after some debate ... a small steak with potatoes. He would treat himself, today, simply because he felt like he would need it.

It was altogether an expensive lunch, and he was fine with that. He glanced up at Lestrade, before one corner of his mouth twisted.] Whatever you want, you can have, Gregory.

/finally tags OTL

[crimogen]

[Lestrade glances up at Mycroft's words, blinking in surprise at the offer.]

I, uh, thanks. [It still does catch him off guard at times, but Lestrade thinks he's slowly getting used to it. Probably.] What do you recommend?

Re: /finally tags OTL

[brotherthine]

[He smiles again, before putting aside his menu.]

Well I did say it would be my treat ... the fish is excellent, but I believe you have come here for the steak? Any of the cuts are superb.

[crimogen]

[Yes, steak. He did say that much.]

I'll take your word for it then. [He gives the menu one last glance and just makes a note on the cheapest one - if all of them are as good as Mycroft says, then there's not much to consider. In the end food is pretty much food.

With that done, he glances over to the other man with a skeptical expression.] You're done, I suppose?

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft closed his menu, then nodded to the waiter as the man approached, before sitting back in his seat and looking at Gregory curiously.]

Oh yes, I usually decide early. The rest of it is simply reviewing my other options.

[crimogen]

[A bit of an eyebrow arch here.]

'Other options'? [Such as???]