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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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<.< 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.

[crimogen]

[It's usually the best way to handle things, sometimes, especially with cases as emotionally taxing as his last one had been. Some days its just easier to be DI Lestrade than Greg Lestrade.]

Well, I'm sure you can plan accordingly. [He says, voice half dry.] I have faith in your abilities.

[brotherthine]

[He pursed his lips thoughtfully, before he smirked.]

Well that's good. So, tell me what days you have to do your own things, and the I shall fill in the available days with things we can do.

[crimogen]

[Lestrade makes something of a face here, but okay, whatever floats Mycroft's boat. It'll be nice to be occupied, he supposes.]

I don't really have much of things to do, but having a few days in the week to actually get some rest would be appreciated.

[brotherthine]

[It always amuses Mycroft to see that expression on Lestrade's face because ... well, it's Lestrade's face for Mycroft. The, 'Don't go overboard, you ponce' face. Warm, familiar. He often thought of kissing it, just to see what would happen.]

Oh, very well. Half the week for rest, half the week to me. Sound fair? You even get to pick the food, since you are on holiday.

[crimogen]

[Well Sherlock gets the 'you're going fucking overboard, you idiot' face, so Mycroft who has reasonably more sense gets the lighter version of said face. It only makes sense.]

How generous of you. [His tone is dry, but there's a twitch of his lips nevertheless.]

[brotherthine]

[Which Mycroft would accept - especially being more reasonable then Sherlock.]

I am the soul of generosity, my dear Gregory. [He made a gallant hand gesture.] Ask, and it shall appear.

[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'?