A/N: Oh goodness. Mystrade drabbles. I was asked to do it for a friend, I swear. I'm surprised I'm publishing them too, don't worry. Enjoy? Mm, more like good luck. OTL
Prompts from Variation 3 of the 100 themes challenge on deviantArt. I don't own the prompts, the characters or anything but the writing.

1. Blink

"Greg. You're nervous."

Mycroft smiled as the detective beside him shook his head. They carried on walking across the gardens towards the large house in front of them. It was a little unconventional to step off the gravel path and onto the lush grass, but Mycroft had thought the occasion had deserved it. It was a nice day, and Lestrade was on the verge of panicking. What's more calming than a little stroll through the greenery? He spoke again.

"You don't have to be nervous, you know."

Lestrade frowned slightly and shook his head again.

"Who said I was nervous? I'm not nervous."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow at him. Even someone that didn't have the Holmes' eyes for detection could tell. He couldn't keep his hands still for a start. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, checked it, placed it back again, fiddled with the tie around his neck, brushed a hand through his hair, kept adjusting the collar of his jacket… Mycroft was also pretty sure he was mumbling to himself now and again. But most of all he was blinking. Quite a lot.

"Gregory…"

Smiling gently, Mycroft caught Lestrade's hand as it attempted to dart back into his jacket pocket for the eighth time in the last five minutes. Halting, Lestrade jumped a little, glancing down at his captured hand, then back up at Mycroft's face.

"Come now. Maybe anxious, rather than nervous, is the better word to use, but either way, it's pretty obvious. Especially so when you're usually so calm and collected."

Lestrade flushed a little and dropped his gaze down at the grass.

"Well… Maybe just the smallest bit anxious. Or nervous. Or whatever."

Mycroft nodded and gave Lestrade's fingers a small squeeze that he hoped was reassuring. That's what they do in the books and movies, isn't it? It must have meant something, since Lestrade took a calming breath and looked back up at him, doing his best to smile. Mycroft repeated the action, smiling back at him.

"And anyway, like I told you this morning, Mummy is looking very forward to meeting you."

Lestrade's smile faltered fleetingly as he gave a wary glance at the house they were heading towards. Mycroft raised the detective's hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles gently.

"It'll be fine. Now come on, it's impolite to keep a lady waiting."