AN: Hey guys sorry about the delay between chapters but here's the fourth chapter. I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I can. I hope you like it anyway. Thanks to everyone who reviewed/favourited/alerted/read the previous chapters.
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Lestrade, not wasting any time, quickly answered the phone.
"DI Lestrade speaking," he didn't know why he had answered so formally but he suddenly grew nervous, wondering what Mycroft was calling about.
"Hello, Inspector," came a voice from the phone that Greg wasn't expecting, it was female.
"Mycroft is returning to the country soon and has asked me to call you in regards to having coffee with him this afternoon," the female continued.
So that may have been why he hadn't heard from Mycroft? He had been out of the country?
"I'm sorry, but who is this?" was all Greg could say, he was trying to process what had just been said. Was he being asked out on a date?
"Anthea, and a car will be by to pick you up from The Yard at four," and then the mysterious woman hung up, leaving the DI speechless. He hadn't even answered her question, although, thinking about it now, he wouldn't have said no.
As four drew nearer he grew increasingly more nervous, but he was in a much better mood now. Time seemed to move more slowly and just before four he grabbed his coat and made his way from the building.
A black car was waiting for him as he reached the street. The door was opened by the driver, who motioned for him to enter, and he slid in onto the black leather seats. He was greeted, not by Mycroft as he had been expecting, but a young woman whose fingers were flying over her blackberry.
"You must be Anthea," Greg greeted, holding out his hand when she didn't say anything.
Anthea raised her eyes momentarily from the screen and nodded slightly, before turning her attention back to her phone.
"Mycroft will be meeting you at the cafe," was all Anthea said as the car drove away from the curb.
Greg sat in silence in the back of the car, nerves growing as he thought about what was coming. It was just coffee between two friends, right?
The car pulled up outside the cafe and as he got out, he was greeted by a smiling Mycroft. Suddenly all his nerves from earlier vanished and he found himself smiling in return, he was just happy to see the man again.
"Hello Gregory," Mycroft said, still smiling and he didn't seem to notice the way Greg was reacting to being called Gregory.
"Good afternoon," Greg replied, blushing.
"Shall we go in?" asked Mycroft, reaching over and opening the door for Lestrade, Mycroft's other hand holding his faithful umbrella.
They both ordered coffee and found a seat in one of the booths in the back of the cafe.
Greg found that talking to Mycroft was extremely easy again and certainly enjoyed himself in the company of the younger man. They could've effortlessly talked for hours if they both didn't have demanding jobs that they had to get back to.
These meetings became a daily occurrence where they would spend the time just talking, laughing and enjoying the others company.
It had been a month since they had had dinner when Greg realized it. He had fallen in love with Mycroft. It took him a while to figure out what his feelings towards Mycroft meant but once he did there was no changing them. The only problem is that he had no idea how Mycroft felt in return. He wasn't even sure if Mycroft had any feelings towards him that were more than friendship. He decided to keep these feelings to himself. He didn't want to jeopardize the friendship they have, just being his friend for now was enough. He's privileged to even be a friend of Mycroft's. He got the feeling Mycroft wasn't one to make friends easily, if he even had any other friends at all besides Greg.
It didn't take long for Mycroft to realize that he was attracted to Gregory and not long after that he realized he had fallen in love with him too. There were times when he thought that Gregory had feelings for him in return and had considered telling Gregory how he felt, but Gregory was too important a friend to risk ruining their friendship. He would just keep his feelings a secret for now and wait to see if he could figure out if Gregory actually had feelings for him or not. He had noticed a reaction to the way he called him Gregory though.
After another week they had both decided, no matter the consequences, they were going to tell the other how they felt.
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