Word count: 221

A/N:I was bored. I wanted to write something. And then I got a prompt and idea of writting a 221B. So here is the result...

Thaks to JennaEf for a prompt and a quick spell-check:)

Also, I'm now taking prompts for 221B stories, so you are free to give me a prompt (I find it the most interesting when it is one word but any way is fine. Just keep in mind that the story is supposed to be short). I think that every story will also have a variation of a phrase "Mycroft Holmes hated" in it. I can't promise to write impossibly fast, but I will do my best, especially if I find your prompt inspiring:)

Tie

It was distracting. Mycroft hated the bloody thing. Bright, catchy and utterly disgusting. Whoever had chosen it must have been absolutely color blind. Whoever had agreed to wear it had to be absolutely out of their mind.

"You like my tie?" Lestrade's voice broke into Mycroft's inner rant. "You've been looking at it for the past five minutes."

"I've been glaring at it." Mycroft replied with dignity. "It's the most terrible tie I've ever seen."

Lestrade looked down at his chest. The orange monstrosity hung from his neck, rumpled and creased, and terribly orange. With bright fuchsia dots.

"I think it's fine," Lestrade replied, lifting his eyes to look at Mycroft. "Did it not catch your attention right away?"

"I spotted it behind tinted glass of my car back at the parking lot."

Lestrade nodded, pleased with himself. His lips stretched into a smirk as he closed the distance separating him from Mycroft. "Everything to get your attention, the most important man of the world."

"That is an overstatement. Of the United Kingdom maybe." Mycroft's eyes wandered while he estimated boundaries of his political power.

"Maybe not for everyone," Lestrade's hands snaked around his waist. "But for me, certainly."

Mycroft grabbed the damned tie and kissed him; fingers misshaped the fuchsia dots. So what if his lover was stupidly color blind?