I am not lonely [Mystrade] - BOOK 2

CHAPTER 209 : Filling

To everyone around's opinion, Greg was one lucky man. Du to Scotland Yard's building reorganisation he just had been allocated a fully refurbished office on the seventh floor with a great view on the Thames. The room was nearly twice as big as the one he had before and was bathed in sunlight from morning till evening. He was just doors away from the break room and right beside the department he once had lead, the Crime. Overall, the detective had nothing, in the eyes of the people that would have allowed him to complain about his new study.

Alas, for Gregory, it wasn't a good news at all. Yes, of course, he was partial to some windows after months spent in a cubicle enlighted only by the neon tube over his head. Of course, being just meters away from Sally and the Crime would prove useful on a day to day basis. And yes, of course a bigger space may means that he wouldn't struggle every morning to find his way to his desk throughout the numerous pile of paper that layered his floor.

But that was the issue. As if he didn't had enough to do already with all this paperwork and supervision work to do, he now had to manage moving all this without getting anything lost or mixed up. Days were only twenty-four hours long and the policeman was pretty sure that he would spend every minutes of it moving stack of papers from one floor to another and back again.

Sally, as the good friend she was, had proposed her assistance for the moving, something that Greg had welcomed with great relief but eventually, after just three stacks of paper, she had been called to a case and had to leave her friend to his faith. He had then tried to recruit Molly but the young woman had a lot of work to to at Barts after an especially gruesome triple murder and she only had promised that she would try to come and help at the end of her day, not being able to tell him when that would be exactly.

Of course, he couldn't blame his friends for having their own work but as the bell on his clock rang nine, he was heavily depressed as it was barely noticeable to someone not acustomed to the usual mess that he had done any moving.

His new office was also in a complete state of mess. In the morning, he had had the good resolution of filling the papers as he was bringing them in but after half an hour he had let that resolution down and had decided that he would do the moving first then take his time to do the filling, even if a voice in his head was telling him that he would never do it.

He sat down on his brand new chair and turned to admire the view. It was an enjoyable view to say the least and somewhere deep down the detective knew that he would be far better here than he ever was in in previous office but he was soon back to his depressive thoughts about moving and filling. Thankfully enough, that was the moment Molly choosed to appear through the door with a pizza box and a pack of fresh beer.

« I thought you may need these. » she smile as she placed her gifts on her friend's new desk.

« You are a saint Molly Hooper. » the detective smiled back, his stomach tickled by the sent of the pizza.

« What a view you have. » the young woman appreciated as she glanced through the windows.

« Yeah ... It's acceptable ... » Greg chuckled trying to free her a seat on the small couch he had stacked with papers earlier in the afternoon.

« I see that your standards have raised since you've started going out with the poshest Holmes. » she jocked, taking the seat she was offered.

« A man have his standards indeed. I am no comoners now. » the policeman replied in a fake posh voice.

He opened the pizza box and grabbed a slice of it before passing one to Molly. The sauce was boiling and the cheese melted just as he liked it, forming the perfect meal after his unexciting day. He sighed in ease as he opened on eof the beer the pathologist had brought and tasted it whilst he looked at the view. Yes, in fact, he could really get used to it.