"Alright Boss, come on. Up," Sally Donovan fussed, hands on her hips with that extremely serious look on her face. Greg, who had been slumped over paperwork and frowning at nothing in particular, lifted his head from his hand with a confused look on his face.

"What, Donovan?" he sighed, leaning back in his chair. He just wanted to finish this bloody paperwork and go home. Maybe get some sleep. Not that it mattered.

"Get. Up. Follow me. This is not up for negotiation," Sally sighed, opening his office door wide and gesturing out. Greg sighed in irritation and rubbed his face with a groan.

"I don't have time for this, Donovan," he groaned, but pushed his chair back and stood anyway. He really hoped this wouldn't take took long. Snatching his mobile, he stuck his hands in the pockets of his jacket and followed his sergeant through the Yard and out onto the street. They stopped in front of a black car and Sally turned, handing Greg a bag. He arched an eyebrow.

"In the car, Boss," she said in a tone that wasn't a request. Greg opened his mouth to say something, but her look became more pointed, so he sighed and just decided to do what she said. That was easier than tempting her wrath. So, he opened the door and ducked in, sitting down and shutting the door behind him.

His mouth dropped open as he realized he was not alone in the car. Sitting on the other side was Mycroft Holmes, a man he hadn't seen in over a month.

"Hello Gregory," the politician smiled politely. Greg couldn't decide whether to yell, grin, or kiss his boyfriend stupid. He'd been out of the country for longer than Greg cared to think about, and then when he'd gotten back Greg had been so buried in a serial killer case that he'd been practically sleeping at the Yard. He'd barely seen his own flat, let alone the younger man's.

"Myc?" he questioned, but sighed in relief. Then, he glanced at the other bag in the car, assuming it was his. He looked back up curiously. "What's happening?"

"I assure you, for once, I have no idea," Mycroft sighed, crossing his legs. He picked up an envelope and held it out. "Though, I was instructed we opened this once we were both in the vehicle. Would you like to do the honors?"

Greg nodded, reaching over to take the envelope. Their fingers touched, and their lingered for a moment as the touch caused his heart to leap up in his throat. Christ, he had missed Mycroft. Finally, though, he cleared his throat, took the envelope, and pulled it open. He glanced at what was written and his eyebrows practically shot up into his hairline. Mycroft waited patiently, and he cleared his throat before reading it out.

"The two of you have been pains in our arse all month. You both get irritable, overbearing, and annoying when you don't see each other. So, we are sending you on a vacation. You will go on this vacation, and you will not return before the allotted time is up. In the trunk of the car is the entire luggage you will require. The driver is taking you to the airport, where he will give you the proper paperwork and your plane tickets. So go, shag each other senseless, and be happy. No work. Both of your schedules have been properly rearranged. Yours, A and S."

Silence fell in the car. Greg stared at the paper, rereading the message, before handing it to Mycroft, who did the same. Then, as he was finished, he folded the paper back up and glanced over at Greg.

"Anthea and Sally, huh?" Greg asked.

"It would seem so," Mycroft nodded. There were a few more moments of silence, before Greg shifted closer to the younger man. Their hands touched on the seat of the car, and after a moment, they threaded their fingers together.

"A vacation," Greg whispered.

"Indeed."

"Shag each other senseless."

"Those were the words used."

Both men started laughing after a heartbeat. Their grip one each other tightened, and Greg turned so that his body was more directly facing his boyfriend. It was amazing how easily he gravitated towards Mycroft without really thinking about it.

"It's a dangerous thing, those two working together," he all but giggled. "They might just take over the world if we're not careful, Myc."

Mycroft's smile was genuine now, his eyes bright with laughter. He was stunning. It caused Greg's breath to hitch in his throat briefly. Their laughter began to die off, and Greg reached over to stroke the younger man's smooth cheek.

"Think we have to wait to reach out destination before I 'shag you senseless', as they say?" he whispered. Mycroft's eyes widened, shifting down to Greg's mouth, chest, and then back to his eyes. He seemed to shiver slightly, his pupils widening. While Greg had no complete plan to actually have sex in the back of the car, but it didn't stop him from lifting up and climbing onto Mycroft's lap, leaning down to initiate a heated kiss. Mycroft returned the kiss eagerly, gripping Greg's waist and pulling him close.

One of them groaned, both panting softly as they finally broke apart.

"God I've missed you," Greg said breathlessly, leaning back in to nip at Mycroft's bottom lip. The grip on his waist tightened.

"And I you," he retuned, just as breathless. His usually smooth voice wavered slightly as Greg leaned down and began kissing his neck. "Gregory, if you don't stop, I won't be able to wait until we reach out destination."

A mischievous grin slid onto Greg's face, and the kisses increased in their intensity. He also took a moment to rock their hips together, causing Mycroft to yelp.

"Perhaps that's the point," he said seductively, sucking on Mycroft's collarbone. The politician arched up, pressing their bodies together.

"Yes, perhaps."