Paper Cranes
After a tumble with a particularly vicious criminal, Sally Donovan dropped Greg at home to get changed. His flat was closer than Scotland Yard and he raced up quickly to dress.
In his room he found a rather... interesting surprise.
Greg gasped as he looked around, eyes widening in wonder. Hanging from his ceiling from pieces of string were between thirty and forty paper cranes, all perfectly folded and in various shades and colours.
Hanging in the middle of the room was a single white piece of paper and Greg tore it down quickly.
Paper cranes.
It was a simple note but still had the DI grinning. He'd always loved paper cranes but had never been able to make one.
He'd never told anyone he liked them either; how Mycroft knew was beyond Greg. That he'd gone to this much rouble to make Greg smile had the police officer's heart fluttering. He couldn't believe that he'd ever thought Mycroft Holmes only wanted a hook-up.
Greg was still grinning when he joined Sally back in the car. Folded up in his wallet was a small, gold paper crane.