They grew up in a rough neighborhood, where an intelligent, gentle boy like Mycroft Holmes would have been savaged if it wasn’t for the fact that his best friend was Greg Lestrade one of the toughest kids around and one who was devoted to keeping Mycroft safe from anyone who might want to hurt him. That devotion deepened into something very different as the boys aged and, though his heart swelled with pride when Mycroft won a scholarship to a prestigious college, that same heart shattered when Mycroft went away, determined to study theology and forge a life in the church.
Without Mycroft’s steady support and clear sense of right and wrong, Greg took the opposite road and forged a life in the criminal underworld, where his keen mind, determination and ruthlessness helped him rise up the ranks until a deal went horribly wrong and the blame landed on Greg’s shoulders. Now, on the run from those who would happily take his head as a trophy, Greg turns to the one person he can trust with his life.
Little does he know that Mycroft, now the vicar of a church with a small, yet lively, congregation has always felt something missing in his own life and that the missing piece had a very familiar shape, warm eyes and blindingly-boyish smile.
Can that piece still fit the empty place in Mycroft’s heart or have Greg’s choices irrevocably changed his curves and angles, forever closing the door on their relationship, be it one of friendship or something much, much more? When an unfamiliar car pulls up to the front of Mycroft’s church, that question has a chance to be answered…