Sherlock Imagines

A Spoopy Halloween with Greg and Myc (Mystrade)

Day Twelve of SHIPPING HELL

"You have to wear the costume." Greg told him seriously, holding it out for him. Mycroft's lips turned up in a small scowl at the thought of his little brother seeing him in something so utterly ridiculous.
"It's our first Halloween with her- we need to make a good impression." He argued, pushing it towards him. A soft sigh left Mycroft. Oh, the things he'd do for his little girl...

Two hours later, and the pair watched as you danced around with Rosie- two pirates, "battling" for the ship.
"Greg- glad to see you could make it!" John laughed, coming to greet the older man. They shook hands, then embraced each other, John not seeming to have noticed the elder Holmes standing only slightly adjacent. That, or he didn't recognize him.
"Oh, yeah- Y/n was so excited to get to come see Rosie, we couldn't just say 'no'." Whether it just clicked or not, John's surprise was something so blatantly obvious that Anderson could tell.
"You actually convinced Mycroft to come?!" He was bubbling with laughter, tears falling from the fit. Greg couldn't help but accompany him as he pulled his husband to join the conversation- deerstalker flopping slightly as he did.
"Not only that- guess who he is?" Greg beamed as another wave of laughter rolled over John.
"Oh- that's truly-" His speech was broken with random bursts of giggling, "terrifying! Now there really is two of them!" Mycroft rolled his eyes, scoffing at their immature behaviour. He shifted away, going to look for you and Rosie- at least you two wouldn't laugh at him.
"Oh, Greg... you should see who Sherlock is!" John was already pulling him over. Standing in an unusually complete suit, impeccably neat and fitted (with a small pillow tied to his stomach), and waving an umbrella, was Sherlock Holmes- performing little magic tricks for you, Rosie, and a few other kids.
"Christ, this is rich!" Leaning on each other for support, they filled the room stock full of laughter- to the point where it caught the attention of their two little ones, who quickly bounded over to see what was so funny.
"Papa, why you laughing?" Greg heard your small voice through his fit, and instantly pulled you into his arms.
"I think we should tell you girls a story..."
"You see, the story of the Queen and the Detective is quite an odd tale. They're brothers, and there's a secret understanding and compassion for one another, but also an overlying hatred. A competitive nature, of sorts. Still, the Queen'd do anything for the detective, and... well, the detective sometimes takes notice and appreciates it. Both men have a very distinct... look. Well, on this very night, they clearly dressed as each other. The Queen in his brother's deer stalker and scarf, and detective twirling the Queen's umbre-"
"You're talkin' bout Dada and un'le Sherlock!" You called, giggling almost immediately upon realizing it. Rosie joined you, both beginning to chant "The Queen's a Detective- and detective a Queen!" twirling around and around like you were playing "Ring around the Rosie."
"What's going on here?" Sherlock slipped into the conversation, kneeling down to both your little heights'. All he got in response was a fit of giggles. That is- until Mycroft came to see his little angel, and froze cold at the sight of his brother.
"Is that my umbrella?" "Is that my scarf?"

Mycroft sighed after the long night, pulling the trench coat off. He was glad to be rid of it, even if the night had been somewhat amusing.
"Dada- Story Time?" You chimed, leaning into the room, supporting yourself on the doorway. He smiled, taking a deep breath to steady himself before standing and scooping you up into his arms to put you to bed.
"This is the story of a Dragon Slayer, a Knight, if you will, named Sherlock Holmes..."