A Study In Sleep

Chapter. 21

It had been days since the incident with Dimmock and the yard had seemed a lot calmer now.

And yet Lestrade was back working away under handcuffs and mountains of paperwork on his desk. But maybe this morning was different?

Greg yawned as he entered the hallway, gaining a few glances and whispers from his peers as he past. The room almost silent, apart from the odd click of a keyboard key being pressed, as he passed. It was almost terrifying, but still the get haired man continued.

Carrying his briefcase he kept walking toward his office and pushed it open tiredly with his shoulder. A small frown on his face as he entered, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.
"So here we are again.." he sighed, almost feeling ashamed that he was back. The nostalgia of Dimmock making him feel uneased.

That was until an interesting but tingling smell hit his nostrils and surrounded him. Radiant, luxurious, sweet-smelling... he looked up and dropped his suitcase.

Dozens of large, fluorescent bouquets of flowers decorated the room, all scattered about in random patterns.
"What the-" he mumbled, brows knotted together as he approached the multicolored masses of plants.
"Who the hell-" he added, before blinking a little then moved back to the door sticking his head out, "is this some plot-head's idea of a joke?" He asked loudly, gesturing to the room.

Most of the officers in the room glanced up as Lestrade stormed out demanding an answer. Some looked round at one another, a long silence happening before one eventually piped up.
“They were already here when I got here at seven this morning! No one knows Greg. Maybe you’ve got an admirer.” they teased, some officers wolf whistling in mockery alongside.

Greg rolled his eyes at the whistles, mumbling under his breath before going back inside his office and sorting out the various bunches of flowers, so he could at least attempt to gain access to his desk.

As for the secret admirer, however, he had just arrived at Scotland Yard, and every room or lift he walked into it went silent with fear, knowing the man was of importance. He had a stone cold look on his face even though inside he was thrilled to be seeing Gregory, hoping the flowers were a good surprise.

He soon made it to the floor, with Gregory's office on, beginning to walk through the small office cubicles and as people turned or glanced in that direction they fell silent. Mycroft smirked triumphantly and, before he knew it, he was at Gregory’s office door, leaning against the doorframe with his umbrella in his other hand.
“I may have over done it.. but then again.. you deserve it.” He hummed softly to catch Greg’s attention.
Greg stood back and turned around, losing balance for a moment before cay hung it again,
"th-this was you?" He asked, obviously suprised that the official was leaning against the doorframe and had watched him.

Mycroft kept a straight face even if he was blushing inside, taking a step in among the flowers as he nodded.
“I thought I would brighten up your return considering I knew no one else would.” He answered, pulling an innocent face.
"I- thank-you.." Greg replied, rubbing the back of his head slightly, before nervously looking around, "you honestly didn't have to.." He replied, his cheeks catching fire as he attempted not to meet eye contact as he looked back. Smiling shyly.

Mycroft instantly noticed the affect he was having on the man and he smirked ever so faintly as he stepped closer among the flowers with his umbrella before he was in front of him. He gazed to him, clearing his throat a little.
“Of course I did, Gregory. I... well.. I like you.” He even blushed this time, though he was much better at this than Sherlock was with John.

Greg nearly choked on his own saliva hearing those words come from the Official's mouth. He coughed, looking straight into Mycroft eyes.
"You... you like me?" He said a little shocked as he blinked a little.

The poor yarder hadn't thought the official would have actually liked him. The 'ice man'... liking him? He didn't know what to say. The thought making happiness hum from his throat and stomach do somersaults.

Mycroft shuffled his umbrella a little bit he soon nodded and cleared his throat.
“Don’t expect me to say it again. You heard me the first time.” He hummed softly as he gazed to Gregory. He did and he couldn’t deny or fight it any longer. Gregory was wonderful and all he wanted was to give the man the love he had to spill.

"I like you too, Mycroft.." Greg replied bluntly, grinning as their eyes kept locked together.

Mycroft eyes visibly lit up at this even if he tried to hide it and he nodded. He locked his eyes with his for a long long moment, however, he soon began to lean in softly, eyes drifting to his lips. And even as he did, so did Greg moving a hand to the taller man's cheek and smirked before crossing the gap between them and planted a firm kiss upon the man's lips.

A kiss that made his own eyes close and the whole world around them seen like just a fantasy- all blurry and disorienting like one of Van Gogh's masterpieces.

Mycroft gasped ever so softly as their lips met, kissing back softly as he let Greg take the lead. It was perfect, more perfect than he imagined and he was finally at peace over the fact that Greg certainly was the man he had always loved. He pulled away with a small gasp after a moment, smiling like an idiot and lost for words.

Greg couldn't help but grin back stupidly, feeling the same as the auburn. However that soon disappeared as he heard something outside of his office. He looked to the door, seeing most officers staring at them around like meerkats standing on their hind legs. Curiously looking at them.
"Looks like we've had an audience.." he mumbled, with a small giggle as the officers disappeared back to work.

Mycroft soon glanced to the door to see the officer workers return to their plain work, the official couldn’t help  by roll his eyes at the sight.
“Hm. I’m glad they can see you are all mine.” He teased lightly with a small smirk but in reality he wasn’t joking at all. He cleared his throat after a moment as he turned back to Greg.
“How about I ask you dinner tonight? I have to head off to a few meetings now but I will be all yours tonight.” He offered with a smile of hope.

"I would love that.." answered Greg, nodding. His stupid grin not fading from his face before he leant in and pressed a kiss to the man's cheek, "see you tonight.." he murmured, moving away and gave a small pat to the Official's behind with a wink.

Mycroft’s eyes widening in delight at this before he began to step away with his umbrella.
“I’ll give you an address tonight. Don’t miss me too much.” He winked in return before he began to walk out the office again, the whole office going silent as he headed for the exit.

"Oh, I won't.." Greg relaxed, moving to take a seat behind his desk as he watched the male walk straight out. Thinking to himself before getting to his work.