Chapter 4-
Once the dawn had broken and the sun was high in the sky, Mycroft was in the kitchen preparing lunch, listening to his music. His stereo was plugged in and it was playing one of his favourite playlists from his iPod.
Sherlock was out playing in the yard, he had created a puddle of mud with a hose and a slightly less grassy patch of the backyard. He was now smearing mud on his face, drawing lines across his checks and one long one down his nose like the Indians.
Mycroft was okay with this, as long as he didn't come inside still covered in it, or got the dog all dirty. The latter one was failing though, Mycroft watched out the kitchen window as Redbeard slipped and tumbled over Sherlock's feet, dragging his fur through the mud.
Turning back to the lunch he was making, Mycroft continued to rip up some lettuce leaves then slice some tomato's. Sunday was probably Mycroft's favourite day of the week, it was quite and easy to get into a rhythm of doing things. Finishing the sandwich's he was making, he set them onto plates then onto the kitchen counter.
Calling Sherlock for lunch, he helped his younger brother get clean enough to come inside the house and they sat down to eat, leaving the dirty dog outside. Sherlock picked at his sandwich, but he ate most of it with little complaint and Mycroft was happy that he got something into his growing body.
When lunch was finished, Mycroft cleared the kitchen counter and walked up the stairs to his room, Greg would be coming over soon he thought happily and looked through his window across to Greg's.
A smile broke out on Mycroft's face as he read the note that was tacked to Greg's window,.
'Mycroft- By the time you finish reading this, I'll already be waiting for you at your front door. Greg.'
Grabbing his things, Mycroft practically ran down the stairs and to the front door. Peering into the peep-hole, Mycroft looked out and saw Greg standing there on his door step.
Rocking back and forth on his heels, Greg stood waiting for Mycroft. His back pack was hung over one shoulder and he was wearing the same jeans from yesterday, still barefoot and wearing a long sleeved button up plaid shirt that had a few flecks of paint on it, Mycroft came to the conclusion that he looked extremely handsome and he had to will his heart to calm down when he opened the door to let him in.
Slightly startled at the door opening, Greg smiled and greeted Mycroft, "hello again."
"Hello Greg," Mycroft held the door open wider. "Please come in."
"Thanks," replied Greg taking a step inside Mycroft's front door. Looking around, Greg noticed the design was similar to his own house but the colour scheme was all over the place.
"What's with the walls?" Greg asked curiously, stepping further into the house and swivelling his head so he could look at Mycroft.
Mycroft shrugged, "Mummy couldn't decide on what colour she wanted to paint the house, so Sherlock suggested to just do a little bit of everything." He explained while shutting the door.
"Its cool," Greg said simply craning his neck around the door frame to look into the next room on his left.
Watching Greg, Mycroft walked away from the door and lead him into the living room where he set his books down on the coffee table. "We can study in here today. Unless you would prefer somewhere else? The kitchen counter maybe? We have bar stools-" Mycroft trailed off as Greg took off his back pack and sat him self down in an arm-chair.
"Here is fine." Greg paused as he noticed music was playing, "what are you listening to?"
Mycroft listened to the song that was playing, frowning he realised it was unfamiliar to him. "I don't know, I thought I was on a playlist but I must have pressed shuffle. I can turn it off if you like?"
Shaking his head quickly, Greg said it was good. "Music is always nice."
Nodding, Mycroft sat down on the couch and propped his feet up on the opposite end so he could face Greg.
"So, how was your morning?" Greg asked.
Blushing slightly at the question Mycroft shrugged, "it was fine. How was yours?"
"Boring, I've just been waiting for this-" Greg gestured between him and Mycroft "-all day."
Smiling Mycroft lent over and grabbed his books from the coffee table, "shall we start then?"
Opening his backpack Greg said sure and he grabbed his own books.
The study went as well as the previous evening, Sherlock only interrupted them once by yelling for Mycroft to duck and cover "the Indians are attacking!" Only to discover Greg sitting in an arm-chair and Mycroft stretching over to him scrawling something on his paper.
"You'll want to carry the one before you start to-" Mycroft was explaining and drawing little arrows across Greg's paper to show what he meant when Sherlock interrupted him.
"Mycroft! Take cover! The Indians are attacking!" Running into the house, thankfully still cleared of all the mud from lunch, Sherlock ran into the living room. Halting a few steps away from the couch, Sherlock made eye contact with Greg.
Greg looked up from Mycroft's arrows, startled from Sherlock rushing into the room. When Sherlock made eye contact with him he smiled as warmly as he could, "hello." He said politely, not wishing to scare Mycroft's younger brother.
Looking up, Mycroft did a once over on Sherlock. "Where's Redbeard?" He asked, not wanting the muddy dog in the house.
"Who's this?" Sherlock asked, completely dismissing Mycroft's question.
"Greg Lestrade, your brothers helping me with study."
"Greg, meet Sherlock, Sherlock meet Greg" Mycroft muttered slightly annoyed.
"Shouldn't you run for cover Sherlock?" Prompted Greg, noticing Mycroft's mutter. "The Indians would have picked up your trail by now."
Eyes going wide, Sherlock nodded and ran from the room, all ready engrossed in his game of make-believe again.
Mycroft raised an eyebrow at Greg, "what was that?" He asked.
Blushing a little, afraid he had over stepped a line, Greg rubbed the back of his neck, "sorry. I saw it on television once, I was just, ya' know making him go away so he would leave us alone."
Mycroft's other eyebrow raised and he laughed a little, "smooth."
Greg smiled, secretly relieved that Mycroft wasn't mad at him.
"What television show did you learn that from?" Asked Mycroft.
Thus launching Greg and Mycroft into a discussion about their favourite television shows and movies, their tastes in music and their favourite books. Finding that they had similar tastes in everything. Not much study got done after Sherlock's little interruption, which was okay with the both of them.
When it was nearing the time for Greg to leave, Greg found that he didn't really want to go home yet like the evening before. "Will I see you at school tomorrow?" He asked hopefully when they were standing by Mycroft's front door again.
Mycroft said that he probably wouldn't, "I stay in classes during breaks, and you have sports. We probably would have known already if we shared a class."
"Right," said Greg a little disappointed. Knitting his eyebrows together, "how did you know I have sports?" Greg asked confused.
Mycroft blushed, "everyone knows who you are Greg."
Greg laughed lightly and smiled, "no matter, if I don't see you at school tomorrow, I'll just see you after work. Keep your curtains open for me. We should think of a signal or something encase one of us is too busy to climb in each others windows-''
Mycroft held up a hand "each others windows? You mean, encase you're too busy or I'm too busy for you to climb in through mine."
Shaking his head, "oh no. I'm defiantly getting you to climb in through my window sometime. Its not fair if I only come over here."
"Alright, fine." Mycroft laughed easily, "we'll see."
Greg smiled, "right then, about that signal we should have?"