25. XXX

Greg was busy, he had a possible serial killer on his hands, Sherlock is being a prat, which is nothing new, however Greg didn't had to time do to his mental ritual of preparing for Sherlock, so he was irritated and frustrated.

John was doing a shift at the clinic so Greg couldn't even count on him to keep Sherlock in line.

Mind you that line is so zigzag all over the place it was hard to say exactly what goes where.

The root of the problem was that he was missing Mycroft. Who hasn't been home in two days as he was dealing with some political problem. To think he voted for the party, and yet they are incapable of doing their jobs. He is so never voting again, unless Mycroft comes out of the shadows and run for Minister himself.

He should let Mycroft know he was missed.

Taking out his phone he contemplated what to say. Smiling he started typing.

"XXX."

He didn't hear anything from Mycroft for the rest of the morning or even late afternoon.

After work he just decided it's time to go home and be alone until Mycroft either comes home or spent another night at the office.

Either way, Greg had a plate of food for Mycroft set out and in the microwave, ready to be heated when he comes home, if he comes home.

He showered and smiled as he got an idea, on the big mirror he made the same sign he texted Mycroft 'XXX' it will be here when Mycroft showers and he will see that.

Greg was long asleep when he felt the bed dipped and a weight climbing in behind him, spooning close and burying his face close to Greg. Greg grabbed Mycroft's hand and placed it over his heart as he fell asleep, there's so much he wanted to say but he could hear Mycroft was already half asleep. Inhaling deeply as he got heavier behind him. The conversation could wait till tomorrow. Closing his eyes he slept.

Mycroft was still sleeping when Greg had to get up, and he wished he could speak to him, but when he saw Mycroft climbed in bed still dressed, halfway but still, he kissed his cheek, wrote XXX again on a paper and left it on his pillow.

It was late morning when he received a text

"Why do I have 3X's on my phone, bathroom mirror and pillow? MH."

"3 kisses, one for morning, one for afternoon, one for evening. To let you know I miss you, I love you, and I will always love you. See you tonight? GL."

"Yes. I'll cook. MH"

"XXX. MH."

"Always. MH."