Greg sat at his desk it was late, and he just wanted to go home. The only reason he was still at Scotland Yard was because of all the paperwork from the last case. Greg sat there and stared at the papers. "Having troubles, Gregory?" He heard a voice ask, he looked at the doorway to see Mycroft leaning against the door frame, umbrella in hand.
"You scared me, Croft." Greg said looking away from Mycroft. "What are you doing here anyway?" He asked messing with a piece of paper.
"Dont call me 'Croft', Gregory." Mycroft replied, stepping in and closing the door behind him. "I just wanted to check on how much of the paperwork you had gotten done. Telling by the look of your desk, you haven't gotten very much done." Mycroft said sitting down across from the D.I. "Why is that?" He asked propping his umbrella up against the desk.
Greg chuckled and looked at Mycroft. "I've had to deal with your brother for the past three days, Mr. Holmes. So frankly I am tired and that is why I have no paperwork done." He said leaning back in his chair. "Now I know you have this place bugged, so whats the real reason you are here?"
Mycroft smirked and placed his hands in his lap. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He said running his eyes up and down Lestrade's torso.
'Did he just check me out?' Greg thought to himself. He leaned back up and placed his elbows on the desk. "Try me." He said wanting to know the real reason he was here.
Mycroft too propped his elbows up on the table and leaned forward. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly "I came to see if you wanted to have dinner tomorrow." Mycroft said, then quickly added "Just a friendly dinner."
Greg felt his face heat up, he cleared his throat. "Dinner sounds nice." He said looking away from Mycroft.
Mycroft stood up, "Good. I know just the restaurant. I'll pick you up here at seven." He said walking towards the door. "Would you like a ride home, Gregory?"
Greg looked at his watch it was nearly two in the morning and he was too tired to drive. He sighed, grabbed his jacket and walked towards Mycroft. "Yeah, I would. Thanks." He said as they walked out to Mycroft's car. Greg got into the vehicle while Mycroft tapped his umbrella on the driver side window and told his driver where to go.
Mycroft soon got in and placed his umbrella between him and the D.I. "I'm not even going to ask how you know where I live" Greg mumbled.
"I have my ways." Mycroft said with a smirk. That was all that was said, the vehicle came to a stop outside of Gregs flat, Greg said his thanks to Mycroft and said that he would see him at seven. Walking towards his flat he felt around in his jacket for his keys, 'They must have fallen out in the car' Greg thought to himself and turned around to see that the sleek black car was still parked in front of his flat. 'Mycroft must be talking to the driver' Greg thought as he walked back to the car, as he neared the door opened revealing Mycroft sitting there, umbrella in his lap and Gregs keys in his hand
"Lose something, Gregory?" Mycroft teased as he shook Gregs keys in his hand before tossing them at the DI. Greg caught them with ease, having been used to Sherlock throwing things at him.
"Thanks, Mycroft." Greg said fumbling with the keys, "Well guess I'll see you at seven then." he added with a smile before walking back towards his flat.
As the car began to drive off Mycroft pulled out his phone and quickly typed
Goodnight, Detective. -MH
Greg heard his phone buzz on the nightstand, he was already in bed trying to get the thoughts of tomorrows date out of his head. He rolled over and looked at the message, he couldn't help but smile as he typed his reply.
Goodnight Mycroft. -GL