AN: this again, is another attempt to write a Mystrade story. I don't guarantee a success and I apologize if you all are sick of my stories revolving around songs, but for me, they really do help. Anyway if you don't like it so far, please do not read it because I don't want any reviews that are uncalled for. Other than that, for the rest of you who don't care what this story is, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did when I was writing it :p. I do not own anything but my imagination.
Mycroft was sitting in his office, tired from the meetings, and running from a very "open" about his sexuality prime minister. However what exhausted him the most happened only a week ago.
It was 2 am when he arrived home from nearly being captured at a so called "meeting" in South America. At this time of night, he expected his boyfriend, DI Gregory Lestrade, to be asleep. However when he opened the door he found Lestrade sitting on the sofa, entirely sleep deprived. Before he could say a word, Greg stood up and slammed the door. Mycroft jumped at the sound and said "And what was the purpose of that Gregory?" Lestrade sighed more angrily than a teacher tired of disciplining her class.
"Two months Mycroft. Two bloody months! You left me here worried for your posh arse to come home safely. No text, no brief phone call, not even a small email from Anthea! You couldn't spare five minutes to say 'hello Gregory, do not worry, my arse is perfectly safe'!" That stopped Mycroft from his irritation. Then he sighed, "Gregory, you know I can't…." "Yes you could, don't give me that crap Mycroft, even if you personally couldn't do it, you and I both know you could have sent someone to do it for you, such like everything else you do." Mycroft didn't know whether or not he should tell Greg that he was almost kidnapped.
"Gregory, please relax. I couldn't have contacted you there. You don't understand how much danger we were all in. Love I barely left with my life." "Mycroft all I was asking for was a message once you landed. Was that so much to ask from you? 'Cause if it is then what are we even doing together?"