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Chapter 3

Greg walked into Mycroft's office fifteen minutes after the car had arrived to pick him up. As the maintenance man was leaving, he handed him the screwdriver near the door that must've rolled away at some point. Making his way over to the chairs in front of the large oak desk, he started feeling awkward for the first time in months.

Maybe a little small talk, "New curtains?"

"Yes." Mycroft despised small talk.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with unspoken tension. A knock at the door broke the silence that had settled around them. Anthea walked in, ever trusty phone in her hands, followed by a butler pushing a cart.

"Lunch, sir."

"Thank you, Anthea."

As the door closed behind the two, Greg decided it was time to break the news to Mycroft. Though it was never official between them, they were still friends and he knew the younger man had a right to know why he ran off so suddenly the previous night. The DI sat heavily in one of the chairs provided.

"Gregory, just say whatever you need to. I had hoped by now you knew I despised small talk."

Glancing down at the hands fidgeting in his lap, Greg knew he had to bite the bullet. "Look, I'm sorry about last night… running off without telling you why."

"It's alright I had assumed it was work calling. Your job, like mine, can –."

Standing up, he cut off the younger man. He turned around, hands on his hips, head down, "Damnit, it's not alright!" Closing his eyes, he turned back towards the ginger-haired man. "You remember my ex-girlfriend, Meggie?"

"Yes…"

"That was her on the phone." Hesitating, "She called to let me know… to tell me… ah hell!" He covered his face with both of his hands.

"Gregory?"

"She's pregnant, Mycroft!"

"I see. And what do you plan to do now?"

The older man had know Mycroft long enough to see past the mask of indifference he now wore.

"I can't leave her alone with this baby. I'm sorry, Mycroft. I truly am."

Greg knelt down beside the younger man's chair, "We're seeing Father de Bricassart next week. Appointment is already made."

Mycroft stayed silent, staring at the desktop.

"We're getting married."

He attempted to lay a hand on Mycroft's arm, only to have it jerked away.

"Do stop apologizing, Detective Inspector." Standing, "I seem to have forgotten that I have a meeting here in a few moments. Anthea will show you out."

As if on cue, his PA walked in, "Mr. Lestrade, this way please."