Chapter: 2
Okay side knowledge: In this fanfic Johnlock is a thing and John and Sherlock have started dating. In connection to 'The Inseparable Pairs'.
Mycroft and Greg had known each other for half a year. Greg had at first started to fancy Mycroft. But he forgot about it when he met up with an old friend from collage. She happened to be a girl and had gotten more beautiful since the last time they had met. He had asked her out. Greg had completely forgotten that he liked Mycroft at all until a harsh break up with his girlfriend.
Greg headed to meet up again with Mycroft Holmes.
He exited the cab to see Mycroft standing waiting for him. They walked in and go to the typical booth. Almost instantly a waiter is there.
"Mycroft would you like the usual?" She asked. This was the same place that they would meet up for half a year.
"Yes, thank you," Mycroft said politely.
"Greg the usual?" She asked turning on her heel towards Greg.
"No, I'll take a small glass of wine. It's been a rough week," He says. So the waiter nodded understandingly and left to get there drinks.
"So, has he been up to anything dangerous lately?" He asked.
"Nothing remotely dangerous, though he had to bury himself alive to prove he was right in a case," Greg said.
"He loves to be dramatic," Mycroft said rolling his eyes.
"I'm sure it's a family trait," Greg says ever so lightly flirting. And right at that moment Greg had the urge to ask Mycroft out. Realizing that he still fancied Mycroft Holmes. He hoped Mycroft was just as oblivious as Sherlock was with flirting.
Greg looked out the window to calm himself down before he started blushing. The waiter came back with the drinks and he eagerly sipped his.
"Anyway I hear you've had a... bad week, that woman, Anne, dumped you," Mycroft said nonchalantly.
"Do you like snooping around people or what?" Greg asked looking at Mycroft.
"Only to people I know or need to for the government," He replied.
"What do you do in the government?" Greg asked.
"I run a minor positon, nothing important." Mycroft told him, shrugging.
"Spying on people for the government seems far more than a minor position," Greg disagrees.
"It is," Mycroft said with a smile, that quickly faded.
"Just ask him out," Greg thought to himself taking a sip of his wine.
They talked a few more minutes before deciding to leave. When Greg got home he laid down on his couch. Grunting in frustration, whishing he asked him out. He sighed.
Mycroft sat down and thought for a second. He had of course picked up on the fact that Greg had ever so slightly flirted with him. This surprised Mycroft of course and also made him blush. He felt as if his face had betrayed him as he reminded himself;
'Love is a chemical defect on the losing side…. Caring is not advantage!'
He didn't like the fact that he had started to fancy Greg, but he wouldn't deny it. He had.
Two Weeks Later
It was getting close to Christmas time; and Greg was happy about this. He had already set up the Christmas tree.
Greg's alarm went off, and Greg got up and got dressed.
'Just ask him out!' Greg thought to himself as another meeting came up. He got in front of the mirror and brushing his teeth. It was of course early in the morning and he had just woken up. He ran his hand through his hair and adjust his jacket as if he was going into work.
Hey, we're having a Christmas party at Baker street. The Saturday after Christmas, from Eight to whenever.
JW
Okay, I can make it!
GL
He got into the cab. After paying the cabbie they were off. He thought to himself running reminders of what to say, how to say it. He arrived just on time and sat down with the auburn headed man. He had a tea cup in his hands and one across the table for Greg.
"Merry Christmas," Greg said after shaking the snow out of his hair. He took a sip of his tea. Mycroft's lips thinned.
"Is it a family trait to despise Christmas?" He asked.
"Only between me and Sherlock," Mycroft says looking at him.
"Anyway I here that he and John are having a Christmas party," Greg says.
"Yes, I was invited," Mycroft replies. Greg raised his eyebrow.
"We might hate each other like brothers, but we're still family," Mycroft says in response, "While we're on the topic. Has anything happened with him recently?"
"Nope, we haven't had any problems for a while now," Greg says with a curt nod.
"Good," Mycroft replies.
'Ask him out!' Greg thinks to himself. He sighs.
"What?" Mycroft asks raising his eyebrow.
"It's kind of relaxing, not having any cases," He lies.
Mycroft wasn't stupid. He saw Greg's eye dilate when he sighed and when he made an excuse for the sigh. He knew what he was thinking and that he was lying. But as a Politian, you get used to being lied to straight to your face. So he pretended to be dumb and shoved it off. Mycroft would never act on impulse; he practically forbids himself from doing something so rash but he had the impulse to ask Greg out. He hated himself for letting his emotions take over his logic. But quickly fixed it. He took a sip of his tea.
Greg sat in silence and took another sip of his tea, thinking. He wanted to ask Mycroft out. But he hadn't.
They exchanged a few more words before leaving and going to where ever they were needed. For Greg that was home, for he didn't work today.
He turned on the telly and grunted;
'Another missed chance!'