Mr. Holmes?
It was midmorning and it was a surprisingly pleasant day for London. The sun was shining bright over the city, there was a light breeze, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.
Mycroft was sitting in his office at his desk, currently looking over some files. Sherlock, John and Lestrade were all sitting across from him in identical chairs waiting for his acknowledgement before speaking. He had hardly spared them a glance and only muttered a very quiet hello in greeting. They were in Mycroft's office to discuss some business involving a new case and they needed his input and some of his resources if they were to continue their work.
A few minutes later and Mycroft finished filling out a file and set it to the side. "So sorry about the wait, though some things just can't wait for my attention. Now, what is it that you all needed?"
But before any of the men sitting in front of him could respond there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Enter," Mycroft barked in a crisp, clear voice as he stood from his chair behind his desk to greet the person at the door. He was only slightly annoyed, as were the men sitting across from him. The men sitting in front of the desk stood up as well, still facing Mycroft, to await the intruder and have them make their selves known.
"Please excuse this interruption, it will only take a moment," Mycroft whispered as the man at the door entered into the office.
"Excuse me. Mr. Holmes?" the nameless face that entered questioned hesitantly, politely.
At the same moment all four men turned towards the door and responded in perfect unison with a politely, "Yes."
The man who had interrupted their meeting blushed lightly and quickly addressed Mycroft, stated his business, and left the office briskly.
When the man left the office the four that remained took their seats again and began laughing as they each looked to their significant others. By mere accident, and only a recently developed reflex for some, had they all answered the call, though it should have been obvious who the man had been speaking too.
"Did you see the poor blokes face," John mussed aloud.
"Word hasn't made it through the entire office then I take it?" Greg asked with a smirk.
The rest of their meeting continued with no further interruptions and after about twenty minutes of discussion, and slight planning, the D.I, detective and doctor had gotten all that they had come for.
"Well then, is that all that you need," Mycroft asked very professionally, as though he were talking to mere clients at the end of their conversation.
"For now, yes. We will get back to you if we require any more assistance. Thank you for your time Mycroft," Sherlock replied with only a slightly strained smile.
"You're welcome; brother dear," Mycroft returned with an identical and equally strained smile of his on.
As the three men stood to leave the office, Greg walked to stand beside Mycroft at his desk and asked tentatively. "Are you still going to meet us for lunch?"
Greg was giving Mycroft that look again. There was innocence and hope in his eyes, and it was unnerving, how could Mycroft refuse him. "Of course, where are we meeting?"
"Is Angelo's alright?" John asked.
"Of course, I'll see you at noon," Mycroft replied, first to John and then turned to assure his husband.
"Great, I'll see you later then love," Greg replied and leaned in to kiss his beloved sweetly, but quickly.
John looked on with a slight smile, waiting for the two to finish their goodbyes so the small group could leave together. Sherlock's facial expression on the other hand resembled a mixture of annoyance, disgust, and utter horror as he witnessed the act take place in front of him.
John noticed and scolded quietly, "Don't give me that, its sweet, and you have done far worse to me in public."
"I have no idea what you are insinuating doctor," Sherlock replied with a smirk, innocence in his voice, but none in his expression, and turned to lead John from the office with a playful bat to his behind. Greg followed the two out the door with a smile of his own.
Greg took his patrol car back to the station and Sherlock and John climbed into a cab and followed him back to Scotland Yard to continue their work for a few more hours before they had to meet Mycroft for their double date.