Greg Lestrade sat with his feet on his desk. There was very little to do at the minute, although he should be doing paperwork. He will admit to being a bit of a procrastinator. His eyes had been trained on the camera just outside his office for about half an hour now. It wouldn't be long.

At about 12 every day the camera would refocus on his office and stay there for a good three hours, thanks to Sherlock he had learnt why this kept happening. Mycroft was watching him. Greg checked the clock. 3 more minutes. He picked up his coffee and waited patiently for the camera to move.

2 more minutes. He had finished his coffee now and decided he should probably throw his plan into action now. He reached for a piece of paper and a pen and started writing and doodling on it.

When he looked up at the clock it was about 5 seconds away from striking 12 and he was finished. He held the paper up as soon as the camera swivelled around.

On the other side Mycroft very nearly sprayed his tea all over the monitor in front of him. Greg was holding a piece of paper covered in little hearts up so he could see it. On the paper it read "Mycroft, will you be my Valentine?'

Mycroft swallowed the liquid in his mouth and hastily switched the program on his computer so he could display a message on Greg's.

When his computer pinged, Greg turned towards it and saw that words were being typed across his screen from an outside source. He read them as they appeared. 'You absolute fool!' Mycroft typed.

Greg grabbed another sheet and wrote 'Is that a yes?' on it before holding it to the camera.

'Yes' appeared on his screen.