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fic: Consequences (6/?)

Title: Consequences (part 6)
Author: fengirl88
Beta: blooms84 
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing: Lestrade/John/?Sherlock
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual content, fallout from threesome
Wordcount: 1824 for this chapter
Disclaimer: These characters are still not mine.  No matter how hard I stare at them.
Summary: John is confused again and this time it's not about Sherlock.

A/N:  This is all blooms84 's fault for writing The Unbearable Fineness of Lestrade and making me sad about Lestrade all over again. 


The events that started this whole sorry mess take place in  Triple Jump.




Consequences

Part 6

Lestrade

Nobody knows what goes on in a relationship except for the people in it, and half the time even they don't know.

Lestrade's not sure where that thought came from. Or why he's spent the last ten minutes thinking about Sherlock and John's naked power struggle during the threesome. Not what he should be doing right now, never mind getting half-hard at remembering what happened next. The feel of both their cocks in his clasped hands. That funny surprised little shout that John gave as he came.

Oh Christ, it's happened at last: Lestrade has finally lost the plot. Having sexual thoughts about John Watson, of all people. Even if they are memories rather than fantasies. Anyway, if you replay one of those often enough it starts to become the other. Cold shower when you get home, Lestrade, and thank God it's almost time to go.

End of a quiet day, relatively speaking: mostly paperwork, bloody dull but real and somehow reassuring. Maybe because it's the opposite of 221b Baker Street. Quite nice, having a rest from all that. Not a peep out of either of them since that weird day last week when they both turned up here -

The phone rings, making him jump. Shit. Probably spoke too soon.

It's not Sherlock, or even Watson. But the voice at the other end makes his gut clench. In his experience that voice always means trouble.

Mycroft. If it's not one sodding Holmes brother it's the other one, messing with his head and demanding six impossible things before breakfast -

Mycroft is saying that he needs to see Lestrade, now.

Please would be nice, Lestrade thinks, but he just says “I'm about to go off duty.”

Good.” Mycroft sounds so satisfied he's almost purring.

I mean, I'm on my way home – about to be on my way home,” Lestrade says. Given Mycroft's way with CCTV cameras, it's best to be very careful what you say to him.

The car is waiting downstairs,” Mycroft says. “Anthea will take you straight home afterwards.”

Mr Holmes -” Lestrade says, preparing to argue.

I really do advise you not to be difficult, Inspector,” Mycroft says. “I wouldn't want things to become – unpleasant.”

Lestrade's not sure why that voice makes him think about being strangled with a silk scarf. Not in an enjoyably kinky way, either. More in a definitely ending up unattractively dead way.

He tells Donovan where he's going, feeling a bit self-conscious about it but if he is going to disappear then he'd like Mycroft fucking Holmes to be in very big trouble. Some hopes. That smug bastard could cover up anything at all and probably does, on a regular basis. He may claim to occupy a minor position in Her Majesty's Government but Lestrade knows who's running this show. Not difficult, when Mycroft flaunts his power the way he does.

Probably gets off on it, too.

Which is not a good thing to think about on his way to a meeting with the guy. First John Watson and now Mycroft. This seems to be Lestrade's night for Inappropriate Sex Thoughts Bingo. Who's next, for fuck's sake? Anderson? Don't even ask.

Mycroft's glamorous assistant is waiting, fiddling vaguely with her BlackBerry as usual. She looks up briefly from texting and seems mildly surprised to see Lestrade, though she probably isn't. The car is – of course – ridiculously comfortable and if Lestrade weren't so fucking stressed he'd be in serious danger of dropping off, even on the comparatively short journey to Whitehall.

Mycroft has that unfeasibly clear desk you only see in the offices of high-ups. Well, that and anal-retentive types. One piece of paper sitting in the middle of a vast leather-topped space. He takes the document and holds it out to Lestrade.

Do sit down, Inspector. I find I concentrate much better sitting down, don't you? And I do want you to read this carefully.”

Lestrade considers telling Mycroft Holmes to do something anatomically improbable, but he doesn't. Takes the paper from Mycroft and sits down to read it.

It's a job description of sorts. Secondment to a major investigation of police corruption, in charge of a team drawn from the combined forces of three counties. Suspiciously large salary. Office about three hundred miles from London.

Why is Mycroft showing him this?

He must be looking puzzled, because Mycroft tuts. Not clear if he's tutting at Lestrade for being thick or himself for not explaining properly. Or both. Could be both.

It's so important to get the right man for the job,” Mycroft says. “Especially in such a delicate matter. But I've been watching your work for a long time now -”

Lestrade winces. Bloody annoying, but it happens before he can check himself.

- And really it's been very encouraging. I feel confident that you would be exactly the man to lead this particular team.”

Lestrade's never been head-hunted before. He hadn't realized it would feel so literal. His scalp crawls.

Presumably this is the sort of investigation where they know in advance it'll all go pear-shaped and they want some poor unsuspecting sod to carry the can. That would be Mycroft's idea of fun, right enough, setting Lestrade up for a fall. He's not sure what he's done to deserve this, but he hasn't yet lost the power of speech, so he says “Mr Holmes, if you've brought me here to offer me a job I'm afraid you're wasting your time.”

Mycroft doesn't say anything. His expression suggests he finds Lestrade's response tediously predictable and was hoping for something a bit more imaginative.

I'm not looking for this kind of promotion -” Lestrade says.

I should warn you that you are very unlikely ever to get any other kind if you turn this one down,” Mycroft interrupts.

Too bad,” Lestrade says, as indifferently as he can manage. He's sweating a bit but he's not going to give this bastard the satisfaction of seeing how rattled he is. “I like it at the Yard. Not interested in going anywhere else.”

Mycroft sighs. “I was hoping not to have to introduce the personal note,” he says complainingly.

What the fuck is he on about? Personal note?

My brother's welfare is a matter of constant concern to me,” Mycroft says, in a voice brimming with self-pity.

Lestrade can well imagine it but he's not sure why that should be his fucking problem. Says so, more politely.

His equilibrium is so perilous at the best of times,” Mycroft laments. “But I had begun to hope that the next phase of his life might be a more – tranquil one.”

Which sounds like something to do with Watson. But Mycroft still isn't making sense. Not to Lestrade, anyway. Maybe it would to his fellow bureaucrats, like a noise so high-pitched only dogs can hear it.

Oh really, Inspector, do I have to spell it out?”

'Fraid so,” Lestrade says. “I honestly don't know what this is about.”

Mycroft huffs, and for a moment his resemblance to Sherlock is quite striking.

How can I put this?” he says.

You could try just speaking English, Lestrade thinks, but he doesn't say it.

It has come to my attention that your – influence – is having a disturbing effect on my brother's – shall we say domestic arrangements? With his companion,” Mycroft says, in case Lestrade doesn't understand what domestic means.

Sherlock said that?” Lestrade is taken aback, so taken aback he doesn't realize straight away that he's also bloody furious. The ungrateful sod. The next time Sherlock makes a bollocks of his domestic arrangements trying to spice up his love life he can fucking well go to - what's Marriage Guidance called these days? - Relate, like anyone else.

Mycroft smiles pityingly: “You've known my brother for five years, Inspector. Do you really think he would confide in me about this sort of thing?”

The bastard's right, of course. Sherlock isn't a great one for talking about things, and everything Lestrade's ever heard him say about Mycroft suggests he's the last man Sherlock would go to with a personal problem.

Mycroft and Watson, on the other hand, seem to get on surprisingly well. Made for each other, Lestrade thinks.

That little shit. Try to be nice to him and where does it get you? He goes running to Big Brother to have Lestrade taken out, one way or another. After Lestrade had made it perfectly clear to Sherlock that he understood there wasn't to be a repetition of the threesome, and then tried to comfort bloody Watson about it all. Fucking hell.

Mr Holmes, I am really not interested in your brother's domestic arrangements,” Lestrade says stiffly. “Neither you nor – his companion need to worry about my influence. And I am not taking this job of yours.”

There are, of course, worse things than merely being denied promotion for the rest of your career,” Mycroft says thoughtfully.

Lestrade feels sick. Mycroft is bound to have a really efficient dirty tricks department at his beck and call, so the sky's the limit on what he can do to make Lestrade's life unbearable. Maybe even end his career altogether. Best not to think about how.

Do think it over, Inspector,” Mycroft says. “It's always best to avoid snap decisions, don't you find?”

For a brief moment Lestrade thinks his snap decision might involve breaking Mycroft's neck. But they do you for that and Mycroft is not worth going to jail for. Nor is Sherlock. And as for John bleeding Watson -

I'll call Anthea to take you home,” Mycroft says, making it clear the interview is at an end. “Please take this with you – I'll have the further particulars sent to you tomorrow.”

I don't need them,” Lestrade says through gritted teeth.

Nevertheless,” says Mycroft, genially.

Lestrade successfully resists the temptation to hit him. It's quite hard work though.

Anthea's still texting away, apparently indifferent to the world around her.

Two can play at that game.

Lestrade gets out his phone and texts:

We need to talk.

L

He's surprised how quickly the response comes:

Are you free now?

JW

Lestrade texts again:

On my way home.

There in 30.

L

Another quick reply:

I'll come round

straight away.

JW

Bastard can't wait, Lestrade thinks savagely. Probably already heard from Mycroft that he's got me over a bloody barrel.

If it's the last thing he does, Lestrade is going to make John Watson very sorry he ever tried to mess with him.

Not sure how he's going to do that, but he's got half an hour to think of something. Maybe longer, if the traffic's bad.


Next:
The taxi ride to Lestrade's seems to take forever. Traffic's hellish tonight, John thinks. )

Previous: After what feels like hours, the bathroom door finally opens.  )

Comments

( 26 comments — Leave a comment )
kalypso_v
Oct. 20th, 2010 03:52 pm (UTC)
Yay! Not sure if that's what he was planning, but Mycroft's managed to get Lestrade and John back in the same room! This can only be good. After going horribly wrong first, of course.
fengirl88
Oct. 20th, 2010 03:56 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! *grins* I don't think Mycroft is going to be pleased about this at all, but yes, that is precisely what he's achieved!
kalypso_v
Oct. 20th, 2010 03:59 pm (UTC)
I am confident that he will be extremely annoyed but have no room to manoeuvre. This, too, can only be good.
lal111
Oct. 20th, 2010 05:19 pm (UTC)
Maybe you tried to write Mycroft annoyed. But he's too strong ro subdue. I can't help thinking he planned that particular effect in advance :)
fengirl88
Oct. 20th, 2010 05:24 pm (UTC)
even Mycroft /sometimes/ gets things wrong, and I think this is going to turn out to be one of those times.

I'll have to see how he reacts when the shit hits the fan - which it should do fairly soon...
lal111
Oct. 20th, 2010 05:32 pm (UTC)
Can't wait!
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fengirl88
Oct. 20th, 2010 05:02 pm (UTC)
thank you VERY much! *beams happily*
this encouragement is just lovely.
v. glad you liked that line. *grins*
and yes, S's shoes will not be a good place to be when the truth comes to light...
greenhoodloxley
Oct. 20th, 2010 05:10 pm (UTC)
Aww, Lestrade. *pets him* Nobody's trying to get rid of you but Mycroft.

Tenterhooks! I am ON THEM. *grins*
fengirl88
Oct. 20th, 2010 05:20 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! *grins evilly*
Mycroft really shouldn't have done that...
greenhoodloxley
Oct. 20th, 2010 05:38 pm (UTC)
He really shouldn't have. Everyone is going to be upset with him! *beams*
solara_karrde
Oct. 20th, 2010 05:13 pm (UTC)
NAUGHTY!Mycroft!! So much confusion all around! *gets dizzy*
fengirl88
Oct. 20th, 2010 05:20 pm (UTC)
it seems to be M's mission in life to confuse things! thank you for commenting!
et_cetera55
Oct. 20th, 2010 05:35 pm (UTC)
think about being strangled with a silk scarf. Not in an enjoyably kinky way, either LOL!
I rather think Mycroft may just have shot himself in the foot... or Sherlock...

Go Lestrade/John!
fengirl88
Oct. 20th, 2010 05:55 pm (UTC)
thank you! *grins*

I think both Holmes brothers are in for an uncomfortable time fairly soon...

stellary
Oct. 20th, 2010 06:40 pm (UTC)
Lestrade's never been head-hunted before. He hadn't realized it would feel so literal. LOL!

Lestrade considers telling Mycroft Holmes to do something anatomically improbable, but he doesn't. Oh but you should have, Lestrade!

Maybe it would to his fellow bureaucrats, like a noise so high-pitched only dogs can hear it. This line was pure genius!

If it's the last thing he does, Lestrade is going to make John Watson very sorry he ever tried to mess with him. Uoooh, angry schex ensues?

Annoying!Mycroft is annoying - But I've read too much of randomly_rusted's Mystrade fluff of late that he doesn't seem scary to me any more; particularly in front of Lestrade.

Can't wait for 7!

fengirl88
Oct. 20th, 2010 06:48 pm (UTC)
your icon!!!!!!

thank you very much! very glad you enjoyed this.

yes, I love RR's fluff as well. drafted this before I'd read much Mystrade fluff - might find scary!Mycroft harder to imagine now...

drachenmina
Oct. 20th, 2010 06:44 pm (UTC)
Aaaargh! Finally cracked and read WIP. And now I want MORE, dammit! ;D

Seriously love this. Much as I adore Sherlock, there is something immensely satisfying about him getting his comeuppance in this fashion! ;D
fengirl88
Oct. 20th, 2010 06:50 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! *beams* glad you cracked. *grins evilly*

will have to see what happens by way of S's comeuppance - he has certainly earned one in this...
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fengirl88
Oct. 20th, 2010 07:40 pm (UTC)
thank you for the love! *hugs you*

my conscience is clear because I know you will NOT be able to leave this fandom. too much fun stuff going on all the time...
velvet_mace
Oct. 21st, 2010 12:45 am (UTC)
Ha ha, Lestrade has it totally wrong! And oh, Big Brother to make sure that John isn't tempted away from his brother.
fengirl88
Oct. 21st, 2010 12:53 am (UTC)
yes, Lestrade has jumped to the wrong conclusion, but he can't stay there for long...
and Big Brother is going to regret this particular attempt to exert his power.
warriorbot
Oct. 22nd, 2010 01:10 pm (UTC)
Lestrade's voice is perfect as ever and menacing Mycroft is (very) menacing here: gorgeously done - the "voice brimming with self-pity," description was a real shock-of-recognition moment.

And I loved the line with, "Inappropriate Sex Thoughts Bingo."

That's my favourite game!
fengirl88
Oct. 22nd, 2010 05:14 pm (UTC)
*laughing out loud at your final comment*

thank you very much! found Mycroft difficult in prospect but less so in practice - Gatiss's voice at the end of ASIP ("he's always been so resentful") was a great help.
laura_trekkie
Jan. 9th, 2012 10:31 am (UTC)
And now Mycroft's stuck his nose in and put another cat amongst the pigeons!

I'm pretty damn sure that John has nothing to do with Mycroft's interfering, so I hope Lestrade uses the car ride home to calm down and think things through, because greeting John with a punch in the mouth won't get things off to a good start.

Will this finally get them talking, though? Will John finally get to tell Lestrade that Sherlock had lied when he said John wasn't interested in any more threesomes?

Laura.
fengirl88
Jan. 9th, 2012 01:17 pm (UTC)
thank you - it does all get sorted out, after a fashion, though it takes another three instalments to do it!
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