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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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[brotherthine]

[Mycroft swings his umbrella into place, as he leads Lestrade along the road, twirling it a little. He is in a much better mood now, because he has Gregory to himself and nothing to tie him to a long and tedious afternoon.]

Then you are a more patient man than I - I do not suffer fools for such things. [Mycroft sighed, quietly.] Which is part and parcel why being indispensable is a cross to bear.

[crimogen]

[Lestrade makes a little huff here, partly in amusement and also partly in, well, understanding. Of sorts.]

We're in very different positions, so its not that much of a surprise. [Mycroft is... well, Mycroft, and Lestrade is just a DI. There are loads of DIs, but only one Mycroft Holmes.]

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft gave him a wry, knowing smirk, before he sighed quietly.]

I am coming off as smug again, aren't I? You are supposed to give me a smack, if I am coming off as smug, Gregory.

[crimogen]

[Lestrade takes a moment to make something of a face to Mycroft here.]

Well, its not too bad, compared to Sherlock...

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft blinked for a moment, before he let out a surprised laugh.]

I am sorry, but are you using Sherlock as the measuring stick on whether or not I am being smug?

[crimogen]

[Lestrade is a little surprised by the laugh, but he takes it in stride as best as he can.]

Well, you do have to admit that its hard to find anyone worse than Sherlock.

[And if he does find somebody aside from Mycroft, then god help them all.]

[brotherthine]

[He just finds it amusing that there is something Sherlock is worst at than he is. He'll have to needled his little brother with it later. It will give him a chuckle]

I will admit it, and freely. Although I suppose it is a mean compliment, to only be slightly above Sherlock in being smug.

[He shook his head a little.]

Of course, you and John would be the other end of that measuring stick, so there you have it. There is a lot of grey area inbetween.

urgh pardon my shitty tags x_x

[crimogen]

[Well, Lestrade certainly didn't mean it that way, but if the shoe fits...]

There's a lot of grey areas in a lot of things. [Nothing's really ever so black and white, Lestrade has come to understand that most of all.] If everything was so black and white I'd be out of a job.

You just started school back up! Besides, I like where this conversation is going.

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft nodded his head - that was a surprisingly wise statement. One corner of his mouth twitched up.]

You are not the only one. Besides, I suppose one of us should be modest and the other one smug. We balance each other out with that - a very ... pleasant grey area.

[He swung his umbrella a little, musing, before he shook his head.]

But speaking of modesty, and smugness, all in one ... you solved a rather important case, Inspector Lestrade. I can tell. Why are you not overrunning my minor problems with my fellow government officials to tell me about it?

I just hope I don't become OOC ahahaha OTL

[crimogen]

[Lestrade blinks at that last part, not surprised that Mycroft knows, but more surprised at the fact that he's asking Lestrade to talk about it. It's certainly strange, if anything... and relatively unexpected.]

It's nothing much. [He shrugs as he replies. It is the truth - sure, serial killers are always bad, but they're still a thing that exists and aren't, say, unicorns or whatnot.] Pretty sure I'd just bore you with the details.

Impossible. You are awesome and so is your Lestrade.

[brotherthine]

[Of course Mycroft knows - that he asks about it is because he's interested. Now comes the part of the conversation where Lestrade is far too modest about catching a serial killer - a serial killer - and Mycroft gets to deduce.]

'Nothing much' ... your modesty really is overwhelming. From what I saw of you on the news, and the circles under your eyes, your team and yourself were working around the clock. [One corner lifts again.] And details never bore me. [He puts a persuasive purr on his voice.] Please, Gregory ... brag for me.

u_u I do not deserve such praise.

[crimogen]

[Lestrade purses his lips a little here. He really isn't the kind of guy who likes to blow on his trumpet, but it is nice to be appreciated every one in a while. And well, Mycroft was asking for it, yeah? So it wouldn't hurt to give him an answer he's satisfied with.]

Well, if you insist. [And here he launches into the story of how he managed to solve his last case, though ht still does go to summarize stuff as effectively as possible so as not to get too long winded. Mycroft is smart enough anyway, Lestrade is sure that the man can grasp the finer details quickly enough.]

<.< Okay. I shall only think it in my head then.

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft is well aware that Gregory does not like to blow his own horn. This is why he is prodding him to do so, that way he cannot say it was bragging, that it was just 'telling the story'. Lestrade seems to be quite pleased with the results and Mycroft does want to know.]

I truly do. [Then he settles the direction of their walk, nodding his head at the salient details. He is, however, silently grateful that Lestrade sums up so well.]

[He does raise both eyebrows, as they reached the end of the tale.] ... so you were chasing him, on foot, alone?

/lies down forever

[crimogen]

[Its surprising how interested Mycroft really is in the story - Lestrade had just assumed the man was just amusing him, but the more he went at it the more it seemed that the interest was actually genuine. And that's... well, Lestrade isn't sure what to make of it. Besides 'flattering', possibly, but that alone was a bit much.

He nods at the question, continuing.] Yeah, well. Couldn't just let him get away, and if he escaped now it'd be hard to get him again without having to ask Sherlock. So I just did what I had to do.

Re: /lies down forever

[brotherthine]

[If Lestrade had ever listened to Sherlock go over the details of a case, he would understand why Mycroft was appreciating this style of story-telling so much more. Besides, they featured Lestrade in the aspect he felt most comfortable in - police officer.]

[He shook his head a little.] Incredibly dangerous, that. How did you get out of it unscathed?

[crimogen]

[Lestrade just gives a half shrug here.] Lucky break, I guess. Just one of those times where somehow things just managed to work in my favor.

[Which is a really good thing, since otherwise he might be in a surgery now still recovering or something. Which really isn't that all good.]

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft arched an eyebrow at him, before he allowed himself a snort.] Of course. That was the long and short of the entire encounter. You got lucky.

[crimogen]

[Hey what's with that response!!]

Generally, yeah? Something like that, anyway. [It's kind of luck and some experience and a while load of other things, but Lestrade will just chalk it up to luck. It's easier that way.] Not everyday where you chase a wanted criminal and come out out it unscathed, as you said.

[brotherthine]

Yes, but there is luck and then there is over twenty years of experience. [Mycroft stated simply.] You know I do not think much of bravery, in so much is that is often thrown out for stupidity. You are rarely stupid, so I know what ever you did was carefully measured respones.

[crimogen]

[Lestrade just kind of shrugs, again, not really wanting to argue over the minute differences. Won't do much to help, anyway, and what's done is done.]

Well, luck or experience, both helped me either way. I'm just glad it was solved before any more people got hurt.

[brotherthine]

[In the long term, Mycroft might see it that way. He really just wanted Lestrade to take the credit due him. He was so ... well. Modest.]

Indeed, quite fortuitous, for London's safety. [He gave him a more thoughtful look.] So this means you will have ... slightly more free time on your hands.

[crimogen]

[A little modesty never hurt anyone, Mycroft. Especially not when being complacent here never really ends well for anybody. Lestrade's seen that far enough times already.]

While the clean up's still happening, yeah. [He'll have to return eventually, to deal with the formal paperwork and everything, but until then he has time at least.] Possibly about a week, if the Met's being generous enough. [Or unless a new criminal rears his/her head, which can easily happen as well.]

[brotherthine]

[Well, complacency ... there was a particular sin he didn't often want to revisit.]

Well isn't that splendid? What are you going to do with all that, possible, free time? [He knew what he would be asking, certainly. It all depended if Lestrade took him up on it.]

[crimogen]

[Lestrade just kind of shrugs once more. It's kind of a habit of his, really.]

Nothing much. Get some much needed rest, maybe clean up a little. I should be free for anything you have in mind.

[brotherthine]

[It is sadly, unspecific, but that seemed to be Lestrade's strongest mode. Keeping it all buried so deep that any real emotional response had to be surprised out of him.]

I wouldn't leave that so open ... I may very well take up your entire week.