At a crime scene late one night, Mycroft Holmes spends a few moments alone with DI Lestrade and makes a discovery he never anticipated. But does Lestrade deserve such an unthinkable fate? And if love is so inevitable, how can it hurt so much?
Sometimes you read something so good...so moving...that it leaves you a little dizzy. I'm really not the soft and squishy type, but Mottlemoth wrecked me in less than 11,000 words.