22. The file

Greg knew that Mycroft had him all figured out when they met, it took him a long time to ask him, exactly what he had on him, what all the titbit of information in the file were.

It was a week before their wedding they were lying in bed. Mycroft sat up and opened his bedside table drawer, confused Greg sat up as well, his back resting against the headboard. When Mycroft turned to him he had a file in his hand, bound with a string and 'top secret' stamped on top.

"Uum Love, you know I don't have clearance for this." Mycroft blushed.

"You do for this." Mycroft responded and made himself comfortable against Greg's chest. Greg frowned but took the file and opened it. He was greeted with a picture of him.

"This is my file." He stated.

"No, it is The file, the most important file I've ever held." This time it was Greg's turn to blush.

"I always suspected you have a file on me, I didn't expected to see it."

"I was hoping you would fill in some blanks, or at least, bring the facts to life with your personality."

"I'll see what I can do."

They spent the rest of the morning with Greg paging through the papers and telling him all about its contents. Mycroft hang on to every word, expanding the file he had on Greg in his mind palace.