ONE MONTH LATER

"John, lets go to Baskerville." Sherlock said, looking up from his papers. The short blonde sat across from him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Why?" He asked, leaning back in his seat. "We didn't have such a great time last time we went there."

Sherlock shrugged. "This time I won't trick you. I want to get out of here. Seeing my brother happy is sickening." He lifted himself up from his chair and walked over to the couch. "Perhaps there is a case we can work on."

John shook his head. "Sherlock, I can't go on cases right now. What with planning the wedding and everything. Maybe if we went for a night and then got back early in the morning.."

"Sounds perfect. I'll call the inn." Sherlock pulled out a phone from his pocket and started dialing on it.

"Is that my phone?" John asked, patting at his pockets. "It is! How'd you get my phone?" He immediately got up and rushed over to Sherlock.

The taller man looked down at John. "I took it yesterday when I visited you and Mary."

"Thats where it was? Bloody hell, Sherlock!" John stole the phone from him and hung it up. "I am not going to Baskerville with you now."

"Oh, psh. You will. I'll book the room and we'll head up early tomorrow morning." Sherlock pressed his palms together. "Now go pack. We have a long day ahead of us."

I sat in a conference, twiddling my thumbs. After spending so much time with Mycroft, I truly realized how dumb everyone else is. Their words, their thoughts, even their actions were dumb enough to piss me off.

Sally seemed to be enjoying the serenity of the dumbness, though. Her eyes lit up whenever one of the someone asked her a question.

It may be possible that Sherlock was right about her. She really is stupid. "This will be the last question." Anderson spoke calmly.

Shut up, Anderson.

I picked up my phone to relief myself of the boredom. I quickly scrolled down the contacts until I found his name.

My fingers wrote a few words quickly and I sent it to him.

DINNER TONIGHT? -GL

I waited a minute or two before he texted back.

ILL SEND A CAR. -MH

I smiled and set the phone down. "Thank you everybody for coming today, we will take your thoughts into consideration and we'll let you know our decision as soon as possible." I told everyone. They seemed okay with my response.

"You have no idea what this meeting was about, do you?" Sally asked as soon as all the persons shuffled out of the room. "You were too busy texting someone. A new girlfriend perhaps?"

"My personal life is my business. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to be leaving." I tried to push past her, but she took my arm.

"I was actually wondering if you would want to go to dinner with Anderson and I." She proposed.

I stammered. "Uh.." I checked the time on the wall. "I can't, actually. I have plans." There was a vibration in my pocket, so I picked my phone up and checked it.

YOUR RIDE IS THERE. SEE YOU SOON. -MH

A smile formed on my lips as I apologized and quickly left the room.

"He's dating someone. Did you see the look on his face?" Sally asked, crossing her arms. "I'm going to confront him about it."

"Just ask Sherlock about it. He'll know." Anderson replied, looking down at his shoes. "I'll talk to you later."

"Hey, I thought we were going out for dinner tonight." She said.

Anderson shook his head. "No, that was just to hook you two up. But if you're so sure he has a girlfriend, no need."

"I can't believe you!" Greg shouted. He rested his hands on his hips and just stared forward. "How could you not tell me?!"

I smiled. "I wanted it to be a surprise."

We were sitting at one of the best seats of a restaurant with a nice view to the show. It was a show that Greg had spoken about for weeks and, being the part of the Government that I am, I was able to grab a few seats.

"You're amazing." He leaned closer and kissed me on the cheek. I widened my eyes and smiled. "I know, I know, no public affairs.."

"I'll let that one slide." I grabbed onto his hand and guided us to our table. We sat in front of the stage just as the area darkened.

One lady stood in front with a piece of paper in her hands. "And now.. Mr Robin Fletcher!" She shouted.

I looked over at Greg, who was entranced with the colors and the many illusions that this man was creating.

God.

He was glorious.

Why he thinks I am, I'll never know.

Once the show was finished, Lestrade stood up and cheered the man on. I marveled at the beauty that was both onstage, and offstage. The residue from his show remained on the stage.

"That was amazing." Greg looked over at me. "Thank you."

"It was my pleasure."

He reached over to take my hand. "You should come to my place after this. We can buy a movie, eat some crisps, drink some wine."

"That sounds lovely, but I told Sherlock that I'd go over to his flat tonight." We got up from our table, paid the bill, and left the restaurant.

"I guess that I'll talk to you later." Greg leaned in to kiss me, but I turned away.

"Public place, Greg." I warned, crossing my arms.

Greg nodded and chuckled slightly. "Right. Sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. Just a little bit longer until we can tell people." I grabbed onto his hand.

"Lestrade, Mycroft, I want to propose a trip." Sherlock said, holdings his hands together. "Baskerville. John and I are going for a possible case."

"Sherlock.." Mycroft started, but Lestrade interrupted him.

"Can't wait." Lestrade looked down at Mycroft. "Come on, it'll be fun."

Mycroft sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Fine.." He glanced over at Sherlock. "I can barely contain myself."

"Oh you really can you know." Sherlock commented, waving his hand at Mycroft and Lestrade. "I'll see you both tomorrow."