Mock the Man Part IIII
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Knock Knock Knock
"Come in"
John Watson turned around to find the door of his room being opened and Mycroft Holmes coming in to join him, a designer, tough paper carrier bag to which it's handle was in the crook of him arm.
"Good morning John" he said before closing the door behind him "now, it's come to my attention that James Moriarty slipped out of our grasp when you and Sherlock faced him last year, so as a precaution I'd like it if you'd just put this on" he gestured to the designer carrier bag, slipping out a semtex vest, it was incredibly thin but John imagined Mycroft probably wore one of these on daily basis being in control of most of the secret service "now don't think that I'm giving up on you and Sherlock because I'm not, this is purely just a precation. I have men who are going to be plain clothed outside the building if any funny business happens so, don't think that it's going to be easy if he decides to invite himself, the reason I'm giving you one and not Sherlock is because Jim, we know, wants Sherlock alive and wants to hurt him mentally and the person he can do that with?" he asked, John caught on, Mycroft gestured to him with his hands "it's you,".
John took a shaky breath in and smiled at Mycroft
"Thank you for your concern," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the semtex vest on
"It'll fit with my shirt over the top won't it?" he asked picking up his shirt and putting his arms through the sleeves.
"It shouldn't make too much difference, I wear them a lot of the time" Mycroft smiled back at John, it seemed quite genuine.
There was a pause for silence for a few seconds, Mycroft not looking like he was going to leave.
"So" John said, trying to start a conversation "how are you and Lestrade?"
Mycroft almost choked on air, he looked surprise at John's reveal.
"Oh come on, I'm no Sherlock or you but I know for a fact there's something between you two," John said, turning his back on Mycroft to give himself time to compose himself and then look in the mirror to check his reflection and the amount of inches he'd gained around his chest. Fairplay; it didn't really look as if he was wearing it, to the untrained eye he could just be a trick of the light. John smiled to himself as he straightened his tie and turned back to Mycroft.
"So?" he asked inquisitively
Mycroft coughed "Well, yes, it's going well, that's what I was going to ask about too, Greg's birthday is coming up and being my first male partner I have nothing to get him, can I ask your opinion, please"
Johns eyebrows raised to his hairline, Mycroft, asking for help, he actually cared enough to want to buy the present himself rather than use his assistant, Anthea, to buy something suitable and boring for Greg for his birthday.
"You care about him that much?" John said softly, a small smile on his lips
"Yes" Mycroft replied, he looked rather embarrassed
"Well," John started, putting his doctor voice on, his assuring voice "what did you first think of? I mean originally?"
Mycroft looked uncomfortable as he replied "I thought cufflinks or something nice like flowers"
John felt so sorry for him, flowers, bless! But Lestrade wasn't that kind of guy John guessed, he didn't like the flowers of expensive gifts, just a simple, caring show of affection.
"Why not make him tea for when he comes home from work?" John suggested "just simple things like that, not over the top, just lovely things" John smiled gently and put his hand on Mycroft's shoulder "try, just see what happens, I'm sure he'd love it, I'm sure he doesn't want anything exuberant, just love, Mycroft"
Mycroft smiled and nodded appreciatively "Thank you" he whispered and exited the room hastily. John looked in the mirror and thought about his soon-to-be brother-in-law.
"I'm getting married" he whispered to himself, disbelievingly
