Chapter: 3

Yes, I am coming back with this fanfic. I will pick two more to come back with so please leave your votes in the reviews, or PM's.

Here they were again, both arriving to the restaurant. Greg and Mycroft kicked the snow off their boots and brushed it out of their hair as they walked in. They sat down and within a second the waitress was there.

"The usual all round?" The waitress, Michelle asked.

"Yes, thank you," Mycroft said.

"Yes, thanks," Greg said. Michelle turned on her heels and grabbed the tea that she had prepared ahead of time. She came back and sat them down in front of Mycroft and Greg. Then she left.

"So, is my brother doing anything… moronic lately?" Mycroft asked, after taking a sip of his tea.

"Yes, he had a western shoot out with a criminal," Greg said taking a sip of his tea.

Really a shoot-out with a criminal…. There is a safer way to catch a criminal, you know.

MH.

Tell Lestrade that he's wasting his time and that he should go home and stop spending time with a jerk.

SH.

Greg sat in silence he was trying to come out with way that he could ask Mycroft out.

"Yes, that would be very moronic, wouldn't it?" Mycroft replied finally.

"So, why do you and Sherlock hate Christmas?" Greg asked, curious.

"It is an over-rated celebration of a false man who breaks into people's homes. I didn't believe in Santa at all, and felt very betrayed by my parents because they tried to lie to me. Sherlock was the same exact way, except it took him slightly longer for him figure out, but he still felt betrayed," Mycroft said taking a sip of tea.

"I woke up one night and snuck down to the living room waiting for Santa to come. When I saw my mom putting down presents and go to bed I got up and looked at them. I found that one of the presents that she put down was from 'Santa.' I was mad, but I didn't tell them that I had found out. I waited till next Christmas to catch them in the act. And I did catch them," Greg told him.

"Why would you wait a year to tell them?" Mycroft asked, puzzled.

"Because it is much more dramatic to catch them in the act. Plus, had I told them, they could've got someone to act as Santa and it would be irritating for them to do something like that. To keep the lie going, even after I have figured it out," Greg explains.

"Very good reasoning," Mycroft complimented.

"Are you going to ask him out or not?" Greg thought. He started to blush and once again he looked away. He took another sip of his tea.

Mycroft studied Greg. He noted a light blush start to spread across his cheeks.

"Greg, do you… fancy me?" Mycroft asked. Greg looked back at him, his slight blush wasn't slight anymore. Greg, panicking, got up and rushed out of the restaurant.

"I'll take that as a yes," Mycroft said to himself and went up to pay.

Greg only stopped running when he got to the door of the flat. He gets in and lays down on the couch.

"I am such an idiot to think he would be oblivious to it!" He says completely frustrated. What only made it worse was instead of answering he just panicked and left. He sighed.

Mycroft was… puzzled. He had never expected Greg to fall for him, at the very least; anyone. And it was hard for him to admit it but he had also fell for Greg, but he would let no one know. Mycroft sighed when he realized that they would see each other in one week exactly at the Christmas Party.

Greg was nervous. He didn't want to go to the Christmas Party, knowing that Mycroft would be there. He sighed.

Ignoring me doesn't mean I am no longer there.

MH.

Greg read the text multiple times. He understood that it was true, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't ignore him.

What do you do when you love a person, but for the life of you can't tell them but when they find out and ask you, you panic and run away and ignore them?

GL.

I don't know what you do, but I know what it's called. It's called life. :)

JW.

Thanks for the help.

GL.

Who is it?

JW.

No one in particular.

GL.

Well…. What I suggest doing is talking to them. It usually gets people somewhere.

JW.

Are you always this sarcastic?

GL.

Yes.

JW.

Greg thought about the advice. It was good advice. But that doesn't mean that he should necessarily follow it.

Okay so I am done completely with this fanfic. But I am writing this into a series. So next in line is Truth or Dare. It is basically the Christmas Party with them drunk and playing truth or dare. – Johnlock and Mystrade.