January 1st
Mycroft holmes and Gregory Lestrade Residence
London
6:02 P.M.
Mycroft rubbed his tired eyes as he slowly made his way up the stairs, tossing his suit jacket wearily over his shoulder.
It had been a very long, and tiring, day and he was markedly glad to see the end of it. Now, he could retire to the comfort and relaxation that his home afforded, pour himself a snifter of brandy and just enjoy the evening without, hopefully, being bombarded by the outside world.
He'd turned his cell phone off earlier in the day which was, as he reflected, very unusual for him to do; indeed, he'd always had it on in the past so that, if someone n
I hope you don't mind but I was inspired by your wonderful photomanipulation Happy Birthday, Mycroft and this is the resulting fic. I did change a couple of things but the rest is the same according to the picture. I hope you enjoy!