Mycroft rubbed his temples. After a day with dealing with Sherlock he's had enough. He knows that his brother doesn't care about him, hell his own Mum doesn't talk to him anymore. Mycroft grabbed the remote and turned on the television. Molly Hooper barely knew him, only met her once, she doesn't care.
Click. Click. Click.
Mycroft went through the channels on his television. He landed on a movie. 27 Dresses. Mycroft kept it on and leaned back watching it. Wow….that's a lot of dresses. Then again I have a lot of three piece suits. Mycroft thought watching the film. Irene Adler would never care about him, but he didn't care for her either. Then again, Mycroft Holmes didn't care for anyone. Except that Detective Inspector. He suddenly thought.
Mycroft frowned. He's met with the man a couple of times. Set him out to check on Sherlock during the Baskerville case. Paid him with dinner. It wasn't much. Afterwards, when Mycroft took Gregory home, the older man kissed his cheek. Which then led to the two snogging on his couch. They haven't spoken much since that night. It was obvious that Gregory didn't care about him either. Yet Mycroft couldn't help himself for caring a bit for the man. He thought about him, not paying much attention to the film. His silver hair, that goofy grin, his accent, ugh, Mycroft just wanted another night with him.
Mycroft glanced at his phone on the coffee table. His tongue poked in and out as he debated on whether he should call the older man or not. Mycroft bit his lip and decided he better not. Instead the politician decided to let his mind wander on about Gregory. He closed his eyes, picturing fantasies with the DI, smirking as he did. After a while, he decided enough was enough. He grabbed his phone and dialed his number. Biting his lip and waiting.
One Ring. Two Rings. Three Rings. Pick up.
"'Ello?" Gregory's voice came through. Fuck. Mycroft bit his lip more.
"'Ello, Gregory. It's Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's brother." Mycroft said, thinking that he wouldn't remember him.
"Yeah, I know, I have you saved in my phone. So. Why haven't you called?" Gregory asked in the phone.
Mycroft didn't know what to say. He sat there in awe. It was true, he never did call Gregory…but he wasn't sure how relationships worked.
"I uh…." Mycroft started.
"Never mind that, it's alright. So uh…how you been?" Gregory asked.
"Fine." Mycroft replied. "How about you?"
"Fine." Gregory said.
There was a pause. The tv seemed to be too loud. Mycroft was certain Gregory might hear it and turned it off. He didn't want the other man to know he was watching a silly chick flick. Mycroft became suddenly aware of the clock on his wall.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
"So uh…..You wanna do something?" Gregory said. Mycroft looked at the clock. It was late. About 9 at night.
"Uh….yes." Mycroft replied. "Very much…please."
"Good….so uh…when?"
"Now would be best." Mycroft said, instantly regretting what he said. He rubbed his temples.
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.
"Sure. I'll come over now." Gregory said with ease. "See you then."
Click.
Mycroft looked at his phone in amazement. He got up and ran to his bathroom to straighten up a bit.
