Sitting alone in his office, Mycroft could hear the hum of the hive of governmental workers outside his door. Christmas didn't put anything on hold where he worked, if anything it only increased the workload - what with politicians drinking a little too much and sharing things that would be better kept to themselves.
Despite his heavy workload, Mycroft found himself checking his phone a little more than perhaps needed. Nothing from Gregory Lestrade and Mycroft mentally chided himself for expecting anything different.
Gregory was an incredible man. He was passionate about his job; determined to create a better and safer London. He was good at it too. Though he had none of Sherlock's skill for deduction, he was always determined to catch the right man and did whatever he could to get the right result even if it wasn't the easiest solution. Even if that meant putting up with Mycroft difficult (understatement of the century) brother.
But it was more than that. Job aside, Greg was a wonderful person to be around. Though he had many stories to tell from his days in the force, he was an excellent listener and was a warm, charming person. He was so easy to read, and, while in other people Mycroft would find this trait dull, it suited Greg's open, loyal personality.
Greg was too good for him, if Mycroft was to be perfectly honest. Gregory deserved someone who wasn't tangled up in the politics, who didn't work 10 plus hour days. he deserved someone normal, rather than the cold, stressed man, Mycroft knew he could be.
Setting his phone down with a sigh, Mycroft picked up the first manila file on his desk and set to work to get is mind off things, but couldn't help glaring at the happy families and couples down below his office.