Hey, remember that new reviewer I mentioned last chapter? Yeah, they kinda gave me the idea for this chapter. :D

Mycroft woke up to his phone ringing. Again. He groaned as he reached over, looking at the screen of the Blackberry. A text from Anthea. He checked the clock. 4:58 AM. Sighing, he opened the text.

Will you be returning anytime soon, sir? -A

He looked over at Gregory, still sleeping, and put his phone on vibrate before answering.

Yes, I will be back today. –MH

Almost immediately the phone buzzed, signaling an answer.

Good. You know, he's good for you. –A

Mycroft sighed before settling down for a heart-to-heart chat with his amazing assistant.

What do you mean? –MH

I meant what I said. –A

Yes, but what do you mean when you say he is good for me? –MH

He's one who will take care of you, making sure you have enough sleep, enough food, enough loving. He sees you for who you are and loves you for it. –A

Love? –MH

He loves you. Obvious. –A

Mycroft chuckled. She's learning, he thought.

That would be highly improbable. Now what was it you needed at 1:20 this morning? –MH

No worries, I already took care of it. If you wish, I can clear both yours and DI Lestrade's schedules. There is nothing for you that I cannot handle myself. –A

What would I do without you? –MH

I don't really know, probably curl up under a rock somewhere and die. Does that mean yes to the clearing of the schedule? –A

Mycroft thought for a moment. It would be fun to have a day off, but Gregory was in the middle of an important case and Mycroft had an imperative meeting with the Russians today. He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the thought. He hated the Russians, but he had to work with them. It was either today or another day. Might as well get it over with.

Quite the morbid sense of humor there. No, as much as I'd like to. –MH

You're the British government. You can do whatever you'd like to. –A

Anthea, I've told you time and again, I occupy a minor position in the British government. –MH

Yes, and time and again I don't believe you. Why bother? –A

It's the principle of the thing I suppose. –MH

Fuck principle. Actually fuck DI Lestrade, I'm sure he's more willing and more fun. –A

Anthea. –MH

I'm innocent. –A

I can do whatever I like, remember? –MH

Except get rid of me. You need me. –A

Only on off days. –MH

So, every day then? –A

Mycroft laughed at that, finally jolting Gregory out of sleep.

"Wass goin' on?" he mumbled into the pillow.

Mycroft set his phone down and pulled the DI to his chest.

"Nothing, love, just Anthea. My assistant," he clarified when Gregory looked confused.

The silver fox just nodded his head and nuzzled into the redhead more.

They fell asleep like that, Mycroft laying on his back, arms draped around the one he loved, Greg nestled on his chest, their limbs tangled together.

They woke, still exactly like that, at 10 AM.

Yeah, another short chapter. Most of them are probably going to be like this. Sorry.

Once again, please review.

I'm outta words because it's 12:44 AM and I've been awake since 6 or 7 ish this morning. Or yesterday morning. Whatever it is.

This story is turning out longer than I thought. No idea when it'll end.

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