Come what may
Chapter 1
Greg woke up with the beginnings of a headache already making it known. His alarm went off with the radio jingle indicating that the early breakfast show is starting. Some days he really hated that his alarm is the radio, instead of a good old song. His phone which is scheduled to go five minutes after his radio is set on a good old traditional jingle. In all fairness he should be thankful and happy that for once he was able to be woken up by his alarm instead of his phone, ringing with a case instead of the jingle, still.
Taking comfort in the fact that he was still warm and snuggled under the blanket he turned so that he was lying on his back and stretched out with his arms. With a big yawn he stretched out all his limbs, looking like a starfish. He leaned over to the pillow next to him, inhaling the scent of his partner. Mycroft must have gotten up early. He reached over to the bedside table and picked up his phone.
"Good morning. Why didn't you wake me? GL"
With another yawn removed the blankets and got out of bed. Time to get up and start the day. The chances are that Mycroft is too busy and will only reply when he was able to. He showered quickly and dressed in his usual work attire. He looks at the dresser, he emptied the proverbial drawer for Mycroft so he can leave a few things when he stays over, but so far it's still empty. When he stays over he would place his pyjamas in there, alongside his toiletries, but come morning everything would be gone. Greg tried to bring the subject up a few times, but Mycroft was able to give him such logical excuses that he stopped trying. He really wished Mycroft would actually start to leave stuff behind. With a last glance he checked his clothes and hair and went to the kitchen.
In the kitchen he quickly made some toast while waiting for the kettle to boil. Greg felt good about the day, he was actually able to wake up at a decent time, get ready for work without rushing and on top of that able to have breakfast. If only he could start every Monday like that, hell every day wouldn't be too bad either. Finishing up he put away everything pulled on his coat and left for the day. His phone rang as he climbed in the car he didn't even look at the caller id before answering.
"Lestrade."
"Good morning Gregory." Greg's smile became wider.
"It is now."
"Why is that?" Mycroft asked his voice laced with confusion. Greg shook his head, for as smart as Mycroft is, sometimes he just didn't had a clear understanding of relationships and emotions. He replied with a smile.
"Because I'm speaking to you."
"I don't… oh."
"Yes. Oh. So why didn't you wake me this morning, you know how much I love seeing you in the morning."
"You looked very relaxed and knowing that the day might be a bit difficult, especially when my brother is involved I thought you should get all the rest you need."
"All I need is you and your smile." Greg knew he was a bit clichéd now, but couldn't help it; he has always been an emotional man, however Mycroft was still getting used to the idea. Greg was very happy to be the man who shows him to be affectionate. The thing is a day at a time so he just changed the subject as to spare Mycroft some discomfort.
"Anyway, shall we have dinner tonight? You said on Friday when you came back from Author Unknown that the next few days might be quiet, or quiet compared to how it usually is."
"You know I'm still trying to get used to the idea that you speak of my trips as Author Unknown. Besides anything can happen and shouldn't really make plans until certain." Mycroft replied his voice soft and a bit too firm. Greg stopped. Suddenly a strange feeling set in his stomach. He first felt it last night with Mycroft that there is something different, but the feeling is so small and he makes a point to ignore it, chances are it's just his paranoia or low self-esteem trying to discourage him. After all Mycroft is a very powerful and busy man.
"Still, I'll make some beef stroganoff or something you'd like."
"Bearing no other plans or interruptions, although I can't confirm at this moment in time, maybe I can confer with Anthea about the daily plans and..." Greg didn't listen and interrupted.
"Mycroft are you deliberately trying to avoid answering my question to have dinner with me?"
"Of course not. You are well aware of my duties." Mycroft retorted Greg could practically see him shift in his seat.
"I know, we've dating for a few months now, and we've always managed to make same day dinner plans."
It was quiet before Mycroft spoke again.
"You are right. It's just I'm waiting to get confirmation about a very important meeting with the French ambassador's lawyer." Greg closed his eyes and took a breath, it would be futile to try and explain or even talk further about it, and so he just let it go.
"Okay how about you let me know as soon as you can and in the meantime I will still stand with my offer on dinner?"
"A very good compromise. Thank you Gregory, your understanding has always been a cause of surprise for me."
"I know how it is. Listen Love got to go. See you later yeah?"
"Have a good day Gregory.
Greg stared at his phone for a minute, trying to get his emotions under control before he started up and made his way to work. Somehow he just knew Mycroft is going to cancel their dinner plans so he didn't even made a mental note to buy the ingredients. It's not that he is negative, sometimes you just know things and he knows Mycroft isn't going to be available for dinner.
His mood suddenly glum and just a little sullen he pulled away and went to work. At least he still can count on paperwork to be loyal in their promise to be there.