Thank you so much for all the positive feedback so far! This chapter is about Mycroft receiving the text and his emotions toward it all. Enjoy! :) (Text messages are in bold)
Mycroft growled as he slouched into the leather seat of his limo. "How was the Russia conference?" Anthea asked as she typed into her phone, a knowing smile on her face. "Extremely tedious as usual." Mycroft sighed and gazed out the window as the scenery whipped by, turning into a blur of green and gray. Mycroft felt a buzz in his trouser pocket, and pulled out his phone. "I swear if this is Russia." He mumbled. 'Hey' was all the text said, sent by the Detective Inspector. Mycroft's grip tightened on his umbrella, Sherlock had obviously done something irritating again. Clenching his teeth together, Mycroft swiftly replied, 'What's Sherlock done this time?' "Russia again, sir?" Anthea still stared at her phone, but her ears were focused on Mycroft. "No, Sherlock." Anthea smirked, "Even worse." A grin tugged at the corner of Mycroft's mouth, but he refused to let it show. He had always hated his smile. He would never be as respected as he was today if he allowed his face to split ridiculously, his nose to wrinkle, or his child-like giggles to be released.
Mycroft's phone buzzed, this time in his hand, and he read the next incoming text message. 'No this has nothing to do with Sherlock, this is about us. I have something serious I need to tell you.' Mycroft's eyebrows wrinkled at this. "No, actually this has nothing to do with Sherlock." Mycroft replied, 'What is it?' The car began to slow down, until it finally rolled to a smooth stop. "Oh the good old Detective Inspector is hitting you up, whatever for?" Anthea grinned. "I really don't know." Getting out of the car, Mycroft straightened his posture and began to walk into the building. Anthea followed directly behind him with a smirk on her face.
Mycroft almost jumped out of his suit when he got Greg's reply, 'I really like you... A lot.' Mycroft's fingers curled in and out, trying to hold back the excitement fighting to escape. His blood siphoned north, rushing and sizzling through his veins as it spread across his face, filling it with heat. Mycroft's hand shook as he pressed the elevator button, and he coughed to try and cover the blush on his face. "The elevator is here, sir." Anthea's humor filled voice brought Mycroft out of his thoughts. "Yes, of course." Pressing the number seven, this time with his hand in more control, the elevator began to elevate along with Mycroft's heart beats. But soon, cold biting panic began to prickle along his skin. What if this was all some joke? Or what if Gregory was drunk? Mycroft glanced at the time on his phone. It was seven pm, so being drunk was a possibility. So Mycroft wrote back his suspicions, 'Gregory are you drunk?' "So desk work for the rest of the night?" Anthea walked out of the elevator, and a stunned Mycroft slowly followed. Mycroft's phone buzzed again, and he quickly nodded toward Anthea. 'No I'm being serious I really like you.' Lestrade replied, which made Mycroft's heart sky rocket.
Mycroft still couldn't help but feel doubtful. Why would anyone ever like him? He's overweight, ugly, and his nickname is the iceman! Why would anyone ever be interested, especially someone as wonderful as Gregory, in him? Mycroft frowned and typed back, 'Why?' Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he walked toward his office. Mycroft stopped at his office door, and pulled out his key to unlock the knob. Stepping inside his cold office, he took off his jacket and rested his umbrella besides the door. Switching on the light, he walked over to his mini fridge to retrieve some much needed scotch. He would smoke, but he doesn't like to do that indoors. "Do you require me for anything else, sir?" Anthea stood in front of the door, her phone held in her hand but her hand was down to her side. "No, no." Mycroft whisked his hand, but suddenly felt his phone vibrate again. "Actually, yes. Shut the door behind you please." Mycroft sat down in his chair, bracing himself for the incoming text message.
Retrieving his phone, the text read, 'Because you're beautiful and I like everything about you. Your strong dominating attitude, and that air around you that just yells of importance. I'm not afraid of you. Your sexy three piece suits that I'd love to rip open and I'd like to just dominate you and make you loose your mind. To be able to not have you worry about keeping some mask up, I want to show you pleasure. I want to be the one who helps you let yourself go. Sorry I may be crossing a line but I can't hold this in anymore. And if this is too much I hope we can at least be friends.' Mycroft's face burned bright red at the end of the text and butterflies rattled inside of his stomach. Mycroft wasn't sure how to feel, he was ecstatic but at the same time he was afraid to fall deeper in whatever this all was. Anthea shut the door and walked over to the other side of the desk. "What do you conclude from this?" Mycroft gave his phone to Anthea, allowing her to read over the text. Anthea smiled and handed the phone back over to Mycroft, "It sounds like Silver Fox really likes you." Anthea maintained a soft smile, before it split into a grin, and then an uncontrollable fit of giggles. Mycroft felt his face turn crimson, he had forgotten that he set Greg's contact name to that so that if anyone were to ever get his phone Gregory's identity wouldn't be revealed. That was Mycroft's excuse for it anyways, which Anthea wasn't buying at all.
"What should I say?" Mycroft placed his fingers on his temple, he began to feel a headache coming on. "Well, do you like him?" Anthea sat down across from him, her perfect posture remaining. "Yes. But I'm afraid too. I don't want this to go wrong. What if one day he doesn't like me and leaves? Besides I'm far too busy for a relationship. And-" Anthea held her hand up, silencing him. "Mycroft you need to do what will make you happy, and stop worry about all the what ifs. Be honest because that's the best thing to do when starting or already in a relationship. Let him know your nervous and what you are afraid of. It's all about sharing your feelings with each other. Besides he has a busy work schedule too, and there will always be some amount of time to see each other. You'll just have to compromise. Mycroft Holmes I don't want to see you drop this amazing opportunity because you're too scared! I've seen the way you look at him, and from these texts he obviously feels the same, so reply!" Mycroft was stunned and nodded. He began to type his response, 'Wow Gregory that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I'm not going to be easy though, I have an awful work schedule that calls me at random periods during the day and I'm not good with relationships since I don't have much experience. I don't want to like you because I'm to afraid of the what ifs, but the fear is not as strong as the affection I hold towards you. So I think I trust you and I want to do this, a lot. So yes Gregory, I like you too.' "How is this?" Mycroft showed the screen to Anthea, and Anthea took the phone and began to type at the end, 'No lines crossed, I would love for you to do that, later on ;)' Then she handed the phone over to Mycroft smirking. Mycroft began to feel his face get red again, but he pressed send which shocked Anthea. "Was that ok?" Mycroft asked nervously when he saw her stunned expression. Anthea laughed, "Yes."
Mycroft's phone vibrated and Mycroft read the text aloud, "I'd love to see you. How about on Sunday, we can go out for coffee or maybe dinner?" Anthea whipped out her phone to check Mycroft's schedule. "You're available at 5pm, I can clear your schedule for the rest of the evening." Mycroft shyly smiled, "Perfect." Mycroft wrote back, 'Sounds good I'll send a car for you and we can go out for dinner. Does 5:30 work for you?' Gregory wrote back immediately, 'Yes I'll see you then I can't wait' "I guess it's a date." Mycroft put a hand in front of his smile to hide it while Anthea squealed in delight. Then Mycroft felt panic clawing up his throat. "What should I wear? Where should we go?" Anthea smiled and stood up, straightening out her skirt, "Don't worry sir, I'll help you." Mycroft let out a breath of relief, where would he be without Anthea? "Thank you, dear."
