Odds do attract (Mystrade)

As tasty as cake......

Word count: 829
It's officially been 3 weeks, 7 hours, 3 minutes and 20 seconds since I met with the rather handsome detective inspector" The restless government man sighed inwardly as he remembered his evening with Gregory Lesterade.
"Gregory Lesterade" Mycroft played around with the gorgeous name, smiling and gently licking his chapped lips as if he had just tasted his favourite cake.
"It does sound rather nice coming from my mouth, it slips off so perfectly, almost as if I've been saying it all my life" He mused to himself.
"Well don't you look chipper this morning, Sir" A woman's voice cut through his daydreaming, He looked up to see his assistant smirking. Although her eyes were glued to her violet phone he knew that the cause of her smugness had nothing to do with what the device held but instead her bosses new 'fascination' with a certain man.
"Ah Anthea, there you are. I was just about to call you and uh... Ask for those new files" Beautifully captivating blue eyes turn cold as the 'ice man' turned icy once again, though Anthea could still see a slight blush on the flustered mans cheeks.
"Oh really, and what files might they be Mr Holmes, I seemed to have forgotten" The brunette pouted innocently, wrinkling her eyebrows in faux thought. Mycroft just glared at the woman for her insolence at which she just smiled knowingly in return to.
"Do remember that I am your boss, Anthea. And even if I weren't I could still fire you in a second." Mycroft threatened.
"Right, whatever you say, Sir" Anthea snorted at her bosses attempt at intimidation and stalked away, eyes unblinking as she once again stares at the phone forever glued to her perfectly manicured hands. Shaking his head in frustration, Mycroft wondered how on earth he let her get so comfortable with him. A buzzing in his left breast pocket pried his attention away from the regretful thoughts.
"Yes?" Mycroft elegantly answered, his voice void of any emotion aside from boredom.
"Um, yeah, Hi Mr Holmes." A voice so beautiful Mycroft swore he could have melted in his 300 pound oxfords right there and then.
"Oh right sorry, it Greg" The man laughed at his own foolishness. "Lestrade, you know that guy that's constantly babysitting your brother and that you quite frequently have meetings with." Greg pushed when his last sentence was followed by silence.
"Oh, yes of course. Mr Lesterade, what can I do for you?" Replying quickly and clearing his throat, Mycroft finally responded whilst mentally scolding himself for letting his guard slip so easily.
"Thought I was a little more memorable than that, dear" Greg chuckled heartily, teasing the already deeply embarrassed elder Holmes.
"I didn't forget you" snapped Mycroft with far more force then he anticipated. When his rude interjection vanquished all sound aside from light, uneven, breathing from the other line he sighed readying himself for an apology.
"Don't bother, Mr Holmes." Greg whispered, obviously hurt, his hypnotic voice replaced by beeping.
"Goddamnit" Mycroft growled at himself, throwing his exhausted body onto a chair, defeated and hurt.

(Lesterade P.O.V)

"I didn't forget you" The man which I adore so deeply practically roared at me. I couldn't even speak, I was so hurt and embarrassed.
"God why do I say such stupid things?!" I screamed inwardly at my idiocy. When Mycroft just sighed I knew he was about to apologise but I couldn't let him, he was just trying to get me to leave him alone.
"Don't bother, Mr Holmes" I tried to sound unaffected and manly but it came out as a pathetic whisper, to ashamed of myself to continue the conversation I quickly hung up cursing under my breath.
"I hate myself so bloody much? Why are you such an idiot!" I almost screamed as I stared angrily at my pathetic reflection, barely restraining myself from smashing that damn thing. Then something quite unexpected happened, a tear rolled down my cheek. I haven't cried since Sherlock faked his death, that was 3 years ago!
"What on earth is happening to me?"I wiped the tear away and laughed angrily at the severe difference in moods between the ending of these two meetings that have both destroyed me in a way I couldn't quite explain.
"First you manage to make me the happiest man alive and then you burn down my entire world. How on earth?" I wondered aloud drowsily as I flop lifelessly onto my bed, swamping with darkness, my mind goes blank.

Why hello there ladies and gentlemen, just like to thank you for reading this you beautiful creatures! Yes, yes I know the title demolished a tad of your innocence and if it hadn't well now it should!! I love you all, whomever you might be. Also if anyone has any kind of request for future happenings in this story then feel free to message me.
Forever and always
E.L xxx