6. Never say...
Greg was too preoccupied with the body in front of him to realise what day it was, he got called out early to the crime scene and so far had spent most of the morning there.
Sometime later when he got back to his office he was still thinking about the case instead of the significance of the day.
It was just after lunch when Sherlock and John came in that Greg thought of something else besides the case. Sherlock came for his usual request of a case whereas Greg would give him the latest cold case or let him in on a current case, this time Sherlock made the usual comment about his personal life, which happens to involve his brother. It had become considerable less than previously however today he said something that made Greg's day come to a halt.
"Nine months you've stuck it with Mycroft, if either of you was a woman I'd expect a happy delivery, but since that is not possible I am still surprised you survived this long." Greg didn't even had a reply to that, because by the time it registered what Sherlock had said, he was already half way of the Yard. Greg on the other hand sat as if he just turned into a statue. 'Has it really been nine months already?' He couldn't believe it; it felt as though they've been dating only a couple weeks, not nine months. That meant in another three months it would be a one year anniversary. After his divorce he used to say never again, he was done with relationships and here he was almost a year into a new one. That just shows you, never say never.
He sat there for several minutes, his mind going over everything. Slowly he started smiling and looking at the time he quickly packed up. He made his way over to Mycroft's office as fast as he could. Anthea let him in as always, although she was a bit concern with the wide smile that wouldn't leave his face.
"Gregory? Is everything alright?" Mycroft was surprised as he saw Greg came in. Greg locked the door and then he walked straight over to Mycroft and without answering him, snogged the daylights out of him. Mycroft hang on for dear life as Greg kissed him, but quickly kissed back. They stopped for breath several times but went straight back to kissing. By the time they stopped for a moment both were extremely dishevelled and had swollen lips.
"What was that about?" Mycroft asked his arms still around Greg.
"Because I am so in love with you, and these past few months have been the best in my entire life. Happy nine months anniversary Love."
Mycroft eyes widen in realisation
"It's been nine months?"
"Yeah, and I don't know about you, but it's the best nine months I've ever had."
Mycroft leaned forward to kiss Greg again.
"For me too. Thank you for the best nine months of my life."