"Just go, Greg! Leave!" "Anna, I need my-" "NO! I've had enough, hit the road! You can get your things at Scotland Yard."
The door slammed shut and Detective Inspector Lestrade stood there in the pouring rain kicked out by his wife. Well, soon-to-be ex.
He sighed defeated and let his head fall down. He then turned around, pulled his coat tighter and began to run towards the street. His car keys were inside.
The rain drops caught themselves in his short grey hair and some of them flowed down past the coat collar. He took a deep breath and shortly closed his eyes to prevent him from crying. The street seemed longer than usual and rarely any cars were driving on it.
Lights hit his back every now and then, coldly and not warming in any way, just like he felt at the moment. It was like his insides were frozen in shock that she actually left him.
Just because-
Greg sighed heavily. It was stupid. Anna and her family were traditional and resistant to anything...innovative or revolutionary. They were misunderstanding. Intolerant. And so bloody stubborn.
He kept his eyes down watching the water spilling from the tip of his shoes with every step he took. He frowned as a few rain drops made their ways down his back right along his spine making him shiver.
He must've make a miserable picture. A grey haired as of now soaking wet figure walking down a lonely road, head down, shoulders up and hands deep down in his coat pockets.

That was Mycroft's exact first thought as he looked at the picture taken from a street cam a bit outside of London. He felt pityful for this man. His life was hard enough having to work with his brother and now he had been kicked out of his own house with nowhere to go.
Mycroft quickly calculated the time it took Lestrade to get to the end of the road and how long his car would need to get there. He came to the desicion that he would've have five minutes of accompanying the man when he left now and he wanted to use them.
He pushed the button on his phone. "Claire, I need a car, now." Mycroft Holmes swiftly lifted himself up, grabbed his biggest umbrella on the way out and abandoned his office without wasting any time.
It was strange. His whole life Mycroft had hidden his feelings and he passed this talent on to his little brother but since he had experienced the tension between Sherlock and John, the smooth interaction between them, the obvious admiration on both sides, he wanted to have that, too. And it was when he helped Sherlock fake his death, when he went through the files of John, Mrs. Hudson and finally DI Greg Lestrade again that he began to wonder if he could be the one. He really started to doubt the system he kept up all these years just because of these deep grey eyes. Just because of those broad shoulders.
Just because-
He didn't finish that thought because meanwhile his car halted behind the lonely man who was walking down a seemingly endless road.

Lestrade turned around when he saw a new pair of cold, lifeless lights hitting him but not passing him. He was blinded by the bright white headlamps of a black car and that was why he wouldn't know it was a government car and why he would only hear someone stepping out of it without seeing him. The car drove off and he was left staring at a (very handsome) man in a suit and a vest holding a ridiculously big black umbrella. With one hand in his side pocket the man approached him in the most elegant and gentlemanly way Greg had ever seen somebody walk. It didn't help at all with what he was struggling at the moment.

Mycroft noticed Lestrade's look on him as he stopped right next to him shielding the soaking wet man from the rain with his enormous umbrella
"You seemed like You could need someone with an umbrella." He answered the obvious question written across Greg's face. The other just nodded and turned around not knowing what to do.
"Where do You go?" Mycroft asked although he knew that Lestrade had no clue where he could seek shelter. And for real, Lestrade frowned and sighed, shaking his head lightly.
"I...I don't know. I, um...my wife threw me out and I didn't have the time to think about where I could go."
"Well then, why don't we just take a walk to the end of the road and maybe You'll know by then. I could take You there."
Lestrade looked up like a lost puppy which made Mycroft's heart soften a bit.
"That would be very kind of You but I hardly know You. As a policeman I am really cautious on that matter."
Mycroft started walking forcing Greg to follow him if he wanted to escape the rain.
"Well, Detective, as a important person in the British government I understand Your precaution but I can assure You that I am fairly innocent."
Alright, that was a downright lie. Mycroft wasn't innocent in any way but he knew that Lestrade was a man of justice and he wanted to please him.
The older Holmes brother figured their time left together on three more minutes. He had to act fast.

Greg was losing it. He felt that he was falling hard for this mysterious man and this was inconvenient as all hell if he wanted to make up with Anna in the future.
"Wait, how do You know I'm detective?" He asked however the man next to him just smiled secretively. "Let's just say I have connections in my position in the government."
"So it was no coincidence that You picked me up?" Lestrade concluded. He felt flattered and looked away to hide his blush. Never had anybody shown actual active interest in him.
"Not exactly. Why did Your wife kick You out if I may ask?"
"Ah, well, I was struggling with some stuff and she didn't acknowledge...she wasn't comfortable with it."
"And what would that be?" Apparently the umbrella man really wanted to know.
Greg ruffled through his hair. It was really hard to admit but he felt secure at the other's side.
"It's probably too late to think about this now but I...uh...I'm not as straight as I thought I was."
The man in suit and vest stopped as they reached the end of the road and they turned towards each other.
"That doesn't sound like You are sure yet." "I have never thought about men this way so I don't know if there really is something to this."
"Never kissed one?"
"No."
"How about You do? As a test?"
Greg's heart pounded rapidly against his chest. He looked up into daring brown eyes but he was still unsure.
"I guess it could help figure it out."

Mycroft tilted his head. He had absolutely no clue why he, the man without emotion, asked him, the passionate detective, to do this. He didn't want him to kiss another man but he himself had never kissed anyone before.
"Then what are You waiting for?"
He saw Lestrade's Adams apple jump up and down before he took a step towards him and they kissed.
It was kind of the first time for the both of them and Mycroft was surprised that it actually felt really good. Greg's lips were so soft although he had pressed them roughly against his'. It felt so natural that the rest happened automatically. Mycroft's free hand made its way around the other's waist to pull him closer while a pair of arms snuck around his neck.
The mind of the most intelligent man in Britain went completely blank when the tip of a tongue ran over his lower lip. He returned the move to let the grey haired man in front of him know that he could kiss him however he wanted as long as he just wouldn't stop.
And when they went on kissing it seemed like Mycroft's inside would make flips, pull together and explode all at once for he had never felt anything remotely close to this.

This feeling doubled itself in Lestrade's stomach. It felt absolutely amazing. He could be gay for this man all along. But eventually they had to break apart, both of them heavily breathing.
"Apparently You were right to question Your sexuality." The man in front of Lestrade stated.
"Yeah, I guess so." He replied still stunned. He turned as the black government car came back and stopped at their side.
"That's our lift. So where did you decide on going?" The question came surprising for Greg for he hasn't thought about where to go at all in the last five minutes.
"I, uh..."
"You know, my house has plenty of space. The government is very generous on that matter so if You need a place to stay the night until You found something..."
"I don't even know your name."
"Mycroft Amadeus Holmes. I'm Sherlock's brother."
It was like he got hit in the face. That came surprising.
"That's impossible. You're nothing like him."
Mycroft gave a laugh. "I take that as a compliment, thank you very much."
"Wow." Greg huffed shocked. "I kissed Sherlock's brother."
The other's face twisted. "I'd prefer if You wouldn't refer to me like this if You don't mind. Nevertheless You haven't answered to my offer." Mycroft opened the back door of the car.
Greg hesitated. If he got in he would never be able to return to Anna. But when he looked into Mycroft's eyes he realised that returning to her wasn't what he wanted anyways. He wanted him.