A Movie Script Ending

Hi guys! I'm so excited about this one, so I hope it's good. It's based on a song by Death Cab for Cutie called A Movie Script Ending (: Pairing: Mystrade.

Since DI Lestrade's divorce was finalised he'd been slowly slipping down a road of self destruction. Greg had finally given into Sherlock's persistent offers of a cigarette despite having quit and had been drinking more than usual, just to forget losing his kids. Eventually he became Sherlock's binge buddy, going out and drinking way too much the night before work. He even occasionally shot up alongside Sherlock although not frequently; his law enforcing instinct too strong to develop a habit. He felt guilty 'cause he had taken up the mantle of looking after this drug addled genius. Sure he still got to see Emily and Jessica one day every weekend but that was way too little, paired with the fact that his ex had got herself a new boyfriend – Pete. But then Sherlock went and got himself his very own knight in shining armour: ex army Capt. John Watson. Soul mates if Greg had ever seen them, this just reminded him of his own failed marriage and drove him deeper into the self loathing he was wallowing in.

At least he had the weekends, so this was how he came to be sitting in his daughters' room having just read them a story complete with scary dragon voice and all when they both piped up: "Daddyyyy...? Can we have a drink?"

"Sure kids, I'll get you some water now." Greg started, getting up.

"No daddy, can we have coke?" Emily piped up, Greg laughed. Why would she even think to ask, they obviously weren't allowed coke before bed. No way.

"No sweetie, its water or nothing I'm sorry."

"But Pete lets us have coke!" Oh did he now? Pete let them have coke so they would be up all night asking for coke when he knew it was a stupid idea, it would rot their teeth for god's sake! "No Jessica, I said water or nothing. Now you have water so go to sleep. Not another word from you. Okay? Now goodnight. I love you."

"Love you daddy." They chorused but Greg could hear them talking about how they'd have coke tomorrow night with Pete and Mummy. He clenched his jaw and resolved to confront the p.e teacher about it when he came to pick the girls up the next day but when he did Imogen (the girls' mother) waved it away. "It's fine Greg, don't be so uptight." Uptight? UPTIGHT? Rich coming from the woman who once screamed at him for a good half hour for not replacing the toilet roll last year. But the DI swallowed his qualms and replied with: "Just don't come crying when they lose their teeth."

After work he was still feeling shitty so he drove straight to his favourite bar: McLarens. No one from the yard ever went there – peace at last. He propped himself against the bar and asked the barmaid for a Speights old dark while his eyes scanned the familiar room for a more private place to drown his sorrows. He decided to stay at the bar for a few more pints and only moved to a darker booth when scotch was introduced. As he sat down he noticed someone in the opposite chair to his. "oh sorry, I'll find..."

"Gregory Lestrade?" He recognized that authoritative tone immediately, the only 'minor government official' he knew "Mr. Holmes?"

"Mycroft, please." the man sat in his full – finely cut and fitting to his trim torso - suit in the dark corner of McLarens of all places nursing a Chimay. "What're you doing here?" Greg stuttered, the drink making him more impertinent that he usually would be."I find it less likely to meet ah... acquaintances I'd rather not in bars such as this. Also the atmosphere is rather quaint I find."

"Um right, I'll just" Greg got up to find somewhere else to sit. Point taken. Why would someone as fancy and used to fine company as Mycroft Holmes want to sit with a lowly DI and a drunk one at that.

"No, please. Stay, I could use some company." His expression was different from usual, maybe it was just the drink but he looked... sad. "Okay, I will. Thanks Mycroft."

By the time last orders were called Greg was royally smashed. At first he and Mycroft had exchanged a pleasant conversation about work and Sherlock's new 'friend' John but by the end he was rather enjoying the atmosphere of the warm pub and the songs drifting across the room from a lone radio at the end of the bar. "I believe in miracles, where you from, you sexy thing" Greg mumbled along under his breath with Mycroft's arm stopping him from falling over into the booth. Greg, feeling rather sleepy, felt endeavoured to tell Mycroft exactly how he felt. He turned in Mycroft's arms, his face inches from the government official's mask of dispassion. "Mycroft, why are you here?"

"I told you..."

"No, why are you here, with me?"

"Because I do not want you to fall into harm's way Gregory."

"But why Mycroft, so I can still look after Sherlock? He has John now." Mycroft paused, opened his mouth as if to say something then pursed his lips and turned his head imperceptibly toward Greg.

"Ah the Ice Man, stumped." He smiled, eyelids drooping "C'mon My, you're always so unbreakable and strong. I've admired that of you for a long time you know, admiring from afar. I've always liked you." He drawled, skimming his hands over the tweed waistcoat and laying his head on his chest, he could hear his heartbeat. "hmm You sexy thing." Greg noticed a change in the younger man's breathing under his fine suit and turned his face up toward Mycroft's again who had a strange expression on his face. Then all at once Mycroft leant down and kissed Greg softly, the man's lips moving gently and exerting a slight dominant pressure, taking Greg's breath completely away.

Before he passed out.

When the DI came to, his eyes bleary, he was travelling. Those bleary eyes gradually picked out blurry, orange lights whizzing past – beacons of warmth. Physically warm, Lestrade could feel it curling around his spine, on the back of his neck, brushing lightly through his hair. This brought him out of his drunken reverie, the soft fingers running through his hair, fully awake now he remembered what had happened before he had slumped against the soft leather of the booth.

"Hello, back with us now are you?"

"Hi" Greg cleared his throat "Sorry, you can drop me off here, I'll walk I don't want to be a burden." He groaned and straightened up to sit properly.

"I wouldn't hear of it Gregory." Mycroft responded, concerned now, he placed a hand on the small of his back. "Of course I will escort you home. It is the least I can do."

"I feel like I should be the one doing you a favour. After being a mess back there, sorry about that."

"On the contrary Gregory it is I whom should apologise to you for making such an inappropriate advance. I am sorr..."

"No no, Mycroft, that was, I mean I didn't. It was lovely." Mycroft stopped and stared. How could the dishy Detective inspector want him - the 'Ice man.' He'd said it himself. Who could ever want an emotional cripple like him? He was just being polite surely. "That's okay Gregory , you don't have to be polite."

"Polite? I'm not being polite. I meant everything I said at McLarens. I admire you and have for a while. I think you're a very attractive man Mycroft, talented too. But I understand if you think this is pathetic I mean why would you want to be with a DI like me?"

"Gregory I do not think it's pathetic at all. In fact I rather return the sentiment." Spurred on by the man's small smile Greg moved over and kissed the other man deeply, asking permission into his mouth by running his tongue along white teeth. When it was granted they shared a long languid kiss until they broke away. A small smile on his lips Mycroft kissed Greg's forehead softly; an automatic gesture. "Go to sleep. It'll do your head good."

Greg laid his head on Mycroft's chest and closed his eyes with a warm feeling growing steadily, snaking his arm around Mycroft's waist, he surrendered to sleep. A movie script ending.

AN/ So I'm not sure about this one. I may rewrite cause I don't really think I got the hang of this story first time. I just liked the idea and wrote it quite quickly. So any constructive criticisms would be really appreciated thanks!

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