So this started as a set of tumblr prompts that we were posting back and forth on, even put in a series over on AO3. After a bit, the story just begged to be written, but no longer fit the prompts. If the first few chapters sound a little odd, that would be why.
Chapter 1 - The Call
Greg sat across from the politician discussing "business", at least that's what the other man would tell anyone who asked. Though they did discuss his little brother briefly, he had other reasons for tonight's dinner. He had recently broken up with his longtime girlfriend, Meggie, as she didn't want to be with someone win a dangerous job.
That was three months ago. Now here he was sitting in a restaurant where meals cost more than the suit he was wearing. Tonight was his night off and he vowed not to answer his phone. Mycroft had even told his PA, Anthea, not to call.
Halfway through dinner though, his phone pinged several times in a row before it finally rang. Unfortunately, he recognized that ringtone.
"Excuse me, Mycroft. I'm so sorry."
"No worries."
Accepting the call and stepping away from the table towards the windows, "Meg?"
"We need to talk," came the reply after a moment's hesitation.
"Now?"
"Yes. Like now."
Greg was beginning to become more frustrated at her lack of explanation, "It's been three months and now you want to talk. What could there be left to talk about?"
"Look, Greg, I wouldn't have called if Maddie didn't convince me that you had a right to know."
"Your sister? Just get on with it, Meggie. I'm kinda busy right now." Glancing back at Mycroft, he sent a the ginger man an apologetic smile and in return was sent a reassuring smile.
"Fine. I'm pregnant… it's yours." "…"
"Greg?"
"Bullshit."
Click.
At that last reply, the line went dead. Still staring a the DI, Mycroft questioned, "Gregory?"
"I'm sorry, Mycroft. I need to go."
With that, he left what he thought was any future possibilities sitting in that fancy restaurant looking utterly confused.
