Mycroft knew it was a bad morning when he woke up late. He cursed himself, alarm clocks, and the idea of time as he got dressed. He grumbled to himself as he called the cab. Once it arrived he climbed inside. Just as he was about to relax the cab shuttered to a stop. He was only about halfway to work and didn't have time to wait for another cab. He began to walk. As he walked across a street he heard a horn go off. He looked to a side. A car squealed to a stop inches from him. He took a step back and stepped into a puddle, effectively getting his shoe and sock wet. He grumbled again as he trudged the rest of the way to his work. He arrived irritated and tired. Mycroft sighed as he grabbed the door handle to his office. At least nothing could hurt him here. He opened his door to be proven wrong. A noisemaker hit him straight in the eye as it blew a loud noise in his ear. He groaned as he clutched his eye.

"Oh Lord are you alright?" came the worried voice of Lestrade.

"Fine," Mycroft grumbled as he straightened, blinking away the pain.

Lestrade took a step towards him and looked intensely into Mycroft's eye to check for any sort of irritation. Mycroft blushed at the stare but didn't look away. Lestrade took a step back.

"Happy Birthday." Lestrade said clearly embarrassed. He looked at his toes.

Mycroft looked around his office. There was a sign reading "Happy Birthday Mycroft!" in big blue bubble letters. Sherlock had been here, shifting everything just a few inches to bother him. Things were crooked though, and that told him that John had been here trying to move everything back. Mary had visited but hadn't staid long because she didn't feel comfortable not knowing Mycroft. Donovan had been here too but had been called out by the yard, she had left her wallet on a chair. So why had Lestrade staid?

"There were other people but they didn't want to wait. It's just me." Lestrade tried to explain.

Mycroft's brow knitted together as he frowned. Lestrade mistook his confusion for being cross.

"Did you arrange this?" Mycroft asked.

Lestrade nodded confirmation. Mycroft pulled Lestrade into his arms. There was a lot Lestrade wasn't telling him. He had been planning this for a long time, and to keep it from him was very near impossible. To find his birthday would be a feat in itself.

"Thank you." Mycroft whispered into Lestrade's shoulder.