Our souls collided before we met
Part 3
Chapter 3
May the force be with you
Mycroft managed the meeting and several after that, however by the end of the week he was fed up, he had enough. He missed legwork but has been steadily easing up on it, focusing more on getting promoted and starting to use his influence and contacts behind the scenes. He found it better that way, stay anonymous and try to have as many fingers in many pies with none the wiser and no way to track it back to you. There will always be superiors and someone who requires answers and needing to supervise him, but he will be indispensable, making him one of a kind. Trouble is, as they saying goes; Rome wasn't built in a day.
This week he learned about a possible international scandal waiting to happen. For some reason there is even connections and ties to Scotland Yard, which means that they will probably be working together with them.
He sighed loudly.
"Great." He just loves liaisons and teamwork and working together…
"And that face?" Mycroft looked up to the door; Mr. Lewisham was standing in the doorway, his collar undone. Mycroft hated it, just because it is nearly time to go home, doesn't mean you can start undressing at work.
"I was thinking about this money laundering case for the weapons…you do realise we will need to get the NSY on this?" Mycroft answered and Lewisham smiled and sat down.
"So that's why you pulled a face, your fondness to get outsiders involved." Mycroft straightened his jacket.
"I just hate loose ends, and the risk for a leak to become more."
"I know Mycroft. But I have been working with the NSY for some years now; the DI and I there go way back, he is of the good sort, in this business you should take your allies wherever you can, even if they seem beneath you. Now I've scheduled a meeting for Monday with the DI, and he is bringing one of his trusted Sergeants with. He vouches for him; say he trusts him, so I said I will bring you along. Look him out, and let me knows if we can trust him, if we can we can continue with this liaison, if you don't give the green light, we scrapped it and find another way."
Mycroft was impressed, Lewisham obviously values his skills and knows he is the one who could solve this quickly and efficiently.
"Monday? Okay."
Lewisham clapped his hands together.
"Great. See you Monday then."
Tap…tap tap…tap…tap….tap….
Sandy watched from the sink as Greg sat at the table eating breakfast, his right hand holding his toast, his left was tapping on the table.
Tap…tap…tap tap tap…tap…tap.
Oh great, it isn't even a tune…just random tapping. His eye caught hers and she glared at him with her arms folded, oblivious Greg smiled and took another bite, his left hand tapping away.
Tap…tap…She hand enough and walked over placing her hand over his.
"Stop it."
He frowned and looks at their hands.
"What?"
She gave a pointed look and folder her arms again.
"Okay, give…what's eating you?"
"Nothing." Greg shrugged and finishes his last piece.
"Ten points for lying, want to try again?"
Greg shrugged and sat back.
"There's this meeting and my boss told me to look sharp, smart and clever, and it is not for court…what a way to start my Monday."
Sandy leaned over and took his hand.
"You have nothing to worry about, you are smart, you are very sharp and one of the cleverest men I know – and I know a lot." She added jokingly, it works as he broke out in a smile.
"Thanks."
"With whom is this meeting that got you all riled up?"
"I'm not riled up." Greg defended and she laughed.
"Greg, you have your best suit out, hanging against the wardrobe, your shoes are shining brighter than the bathroom mirror!"
Greg tried to smile and ran his hands through his hair, Sandy was right, he was hyper aware of this meeting and everything in him tells him this is big…like life alternating big…just a sense or something. He looked back at her.
"I don't know Sands…he just said be at NSY at nine, looking my best…and I think it may be with the Secret Service, he has been a liaison for them in the past…don't know why I have to be there though." Sandy stood up and walked around the table, wrapping her arms around Greg and resting her head on his shoulder. Greg held her close and smiled.
"You know what Babe; you are going to win the prize today for the most interesting day…"
"Yeah? How come?"
"You get spooks and minions…I get the usual day at the emergency and trauma…maybe I get lucky and have to put stitches on another cute and handsome cop."
Greg pulled her so that she sat on his lap, as not to lose her balance.
"Oh no…I'm the cleverest and smartest cop you know…" He whispered between kisses on her mouth and jaw. She laughed and held up a finger.
"You forgot sharp…"
"My bad…" He leaned over and kissed her briefly before she pulled away and stood up.
"You need to get ready; otherwise you are going to be late for your super secretive meeting Sergeant Lestrade."
Greg looks at his watch and stood up.
"Yeah, you're right. I'll call you tonight."
"You better. I want to know everything about your meeting."
Greg made his way to the bedroom his suit was hanging and yes he did take time to shine his shoes. He had a feeling today, everything changes…
Mycroft stood up that morning ready for the day. Today is the day he has that meeting with NSY about the money laundering used for weapon trafficking. Lewisham and the DI have been dealing with cases for years, but apparently both Lewisham and the DI decided to bring in their protégé's, or the ones to continue the liaison, the next in line…He has no idea why he has to go…okay he knows…he is smart and it will give him the opportunity to lessen his normal fieldwork for something more home based. He chose his most intimating suit, black pinstripe with his white crisp shirt and red tie and handkerchief. Bold colours. Strong image, he has to do everything he can to make sure this meeting goes the way he wanted to. Whatever happens today, everything will change.