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Prompt: Valentine's Day

"Sometimes, you can't help who you fall in love with."

When Greg came to the Diogenes club, he expected it to be lonely, obviously the said British government wasn't festive or was he sentimental but nevertheless, the silver fox arrived to see at least vases with roses, probably Anthea's touch, kudos to that sweet secretary.

That being said, Anthea appeared looking grim, Greg would of asked why but she beat him to it "Mr. Holmes is brooding, Greg, hasn't even touched his tea, third one this afternoon.." she sighed softly, Greg sighed too "I'll handle it hun, leave it to old Greg to get him functional, yeah? But I need you to do me a favour... Cut off anymore paperwork, he's mine for the rest of today and the next, yeah?" The officer gave her his best cheeky chappy smile.

Anthea gave him a raised brow before shyly smiling, already knowing what gears are turning in the DI's head, thus she nods and swears she would, ushering him to the double oak doors to work his miracle.

Greg couldn't help but silently laugh and actually went in, not that he ever knocks knowing Mycroft was going to be deep into work, and he was right, quietly he walked in and raised an amused brow at what the said British government greeted him with.

"Anthea? Could you send me a copy of that report for the United Nations? I don't seem to be able to access it.." the ginger said as he waved a hand,facing the wall, Greg guessing that he was rubbing his face.

Gently wrapping his arms around the taller male, he chuckled softly "don't think I can or am I pretty as your PA, Posh." He copes and gave him a kiss on the jaw as he plucked the laptop off his lap and placed it on the desk beside them, knowing he shocked the ginger at being there when he was supposed to actually be in Scotland for something, it only made the DI smile wider at the other's spluttering. Oh how he loved his posh, he was so cute.

Oh yes it caught the other off guard that his Gregory was hugging him and was already back from the supposed week long conference. And that he didn't think he was pretty. That's..

"that's absurd Gregory. Your charm surpasses any- I was not suppose to say that out loud.." Mycroft said, mumbling as he rubbed his face yet again, fatigue sinking in now that he relaxed as the DI was back and that was a sure sign he had missed the silver fox.

Oh the irony of not being the sentimental one...

As he watched the other get lost in his head, he slowly held the others head close to his chest and played with the little fluff of hair on his head "c'mon posh. Enough work. Knowing you, while I was away you'd gone back to that horrible habit of over working, and I won't let ya. It took me ages to crack 'at." He said as he kissed the top of his head, hearing a mumbled apology. "Posh.. what did I tell ya? Is okay.. do I have to remind you all over again..? Hmm?"

Mycroft shook his head despite slowly holding the other with an arm, tucking his face on the other's shirt.

"I'm going to tell you anyways. I'm not mad at ya for going back to old habits but ya gotta break them, it's bad for ya. Hmm? And I care. I care about you, no I'm not having it" he takes when he heard the other deny it, instead the ginger asked why and it made Greg smile softly as he kissed the crown of his head again "because, posh, sometimes you can't help who you fall in love with."

"and that's just the start of it, I love you posh, I care, I don't care that you run the country and all that crap, Care about you, yet health and safety." Greg went on, not meaning to return to old roots and his accent.

"and I won't 'ave it that you'll work your pretty arse off, tire yourself and neglect it, you're important, to a lot of people, to Sherlock, to 'thea and specially to me." He said softly as he felt the other nod, slowly, he hooked the rose he kept in his back pocket and placed it on his darling's ear "and.. if you don't take care of yourself.. there's only one posh in this world, won't have anyone else if I lost ya.." he whispered softly, feeling the other's cheeks burn "now c'mon.. got lasagna back at your apartment, Thea's cut your work off and I'm in charge to take you home and I can continue reminding you and telling you what else and why I love you." He copes as he heard the other give him a soft okay

"Joyeuse saint Valentin.. posh." He whispered as he rubbed the other's cheek as he held him "course I'll always come back to you, promised you I would.." he chuckled softly "stop brooding now and let's go home."

"Home.." Mycroft parroted

"yes home"

"Home is where the heart is, Gregory, and that's you.."

"and that's you too"

"Then I'm already home.."

"Guess I am too."