Mycroft's POV

His assistant is an exceedingly diligent woman, he thinks as his computer chimes and he glances at the message name. A report on his brother and John. Should he be concerned about that? A moment later he dismisses that thought, because one of the reasons he offered John all three positions is his certainty that the doctor can handle them, and his brother.

Not that there are a lot of people who can handle Sherlock. His younger brother is the definition of high strung and high maintenance. Of course, if asked, he is positive that his brother would deny that in as many ways possible. That's just the way he is.

So should he read it now or wait? He doesn't read the report just then, because he has a series of meetings he needs to deal with and all the paperwork that goes with them. Instead he turns his attention to his work, spending more hours than he plans to keep track of dealing with various situations as they arise. Particularly as there are certain agents who seem to miss the concept of covert.

It's early morning when he is finally done with work. Does he want to read those reports now or in the morning? Morning, he can read them before he starts on his actual work.

As long as no one blows something up, he should be out on time to have dinner with John. He'll call his companion after midday to make an appointment if it's going to work out. He'd like to spend some time with the doctor, get to know him a bit better.

So he heads home, having Frank drop him off at his flat, and nodding at the guards as he passes by. Ten minutes later, he's showered and falling into bed, with the alarm set to go off in roughly three hours, though he could go four before going to work. Actually, he changes the time, giving himself three and half hours instead.

A few hours later he wakes up before the alarm has a chance to go off, but he knows that he won't be able to get back to sleep.

Instead he spends the time between when he wakes and the alarm goes off thinking about that kiss. Why did his companion kiss him without prompting? It's not the first time John's done that. He's fairly certain that there is a pretty high chance it is going to happen again. Probably more than once.

Does he want it to keep happening? Does he enjoy the kisses? Would he like there to be more than just the kisses? The contract was originally worded in a way that implied he was the one who'd be topping, but does he really want that? Every time he has thought about it, he's been the bottom or John has topped from bottom.

Well his fantasies are rather revealing.

Yes to the first three questions, no to the fourth one.

He feels that his answers are rather revealing.

He's startled out of his thoughts by the alarm, so he sighs and turns it off to begin his day.

Not an hour later he is seated at his desk when his computer chimes, this time it's about the fact John has made an appointment to see the records that are classified, and the only reason he can see them them is his clearance from his time in the army and the contract between them. He considers hacking the system and looking in on John, but decides that might be a bad idea since Q considers medical under his watch security wise. There is also the nagging suspicion that he wouldn't be able to get in that he doesn't want to test.

After he takes care of some paperwork marked as urgent, he reads the report Anise has assembled on John's requests for all of the medical, mental health, and school records for Sherlock, and a copy or access to all of his records. He also discovers that his brother paid a visit to the doctor, staying for most of the day after being invited inside.

He really wants to know what they discussed but he's fairly certain that John wouldn't say, as a doctor patient confidentiality unless there was a danger to his brother. That's definitely something he can appreciate but it's also annoying as he doesn't like being without information.

Just past one pm, he confirms that he'll be getting out at a decent time, so he decides to call and see if dinner would work for tonight.

"Hullo Mycroft," the doctor answers the phone on the second ring, "How are you?"

It still surprises him that John seems to actually care about how he is, so he answers as truthfully as his current tasks will allow. "Good afternoon John, I'm bored but well, yourself? "

"I'm good, just going through paperwork." Comes the younger man's easy response.

"I was calling to see if you would like to join me for dinner at seven?" He requests, almost absently adding, "I'd send a car."

"Sure," John agrees, "That sounds good."

"Excellent," he hums, "until then."

"Ta Mycroft," his companion replies before the line goes dead.

Chuckling, he tucks his phone aside and hopes that no one does something to interfere with his dinner plans.

Now then, he has more reports to get through. Mostly the boring sort that run everything but make him want to shoot someone for how dully fluffed out they are written. How hard is it to write direct and to the point? He appreciates the rare people who do so. They streamline the paperwork, now if the rest of the idiots and goldfish would just pick up the habit, everything would be so much better.

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