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It had been a week since their tender embrace at the surgery and John hadn't set eyes on Mycroft once. He had had a series of texts, all of which could be read as perfectly normal and businesslike for those not in the know... Specifically, Sherlock.
The last one had read
'Request progress update on previously discussed investigation into abuse of NHS resources. MH'
Sherlock had peered over his shoulder as he read it that morning at breakfast and sniffed.
'Hmm. Fatcroft trying to make me investigate NHS wastage? Boring!'
and stalked off, swirling his dressing gown around him in dramatic fashion. John cleared his throat.
'Yeah. Total waste of your time. Wonder why he thought you'd look into that?'
...whilst texting Mycroft back
'Sherlock not interested, but I could take a look if it helps?'
John put his phone away with a secret smile and went to get ready for work. He he took care to dress in his best work clothes, smarter than usual but not his usual 'date' clothes so as to keep Sherlock in the dark. He clattered quickly down the stairs to the front door, calling goodbye to Sherlock on the way, and walked towards the tube station. Sure enough, as soon as he rounded the corner from Baker Street a sleek black limo pulled up smoothly to the curb, and the back window slid down just far enough for him to make out Mycroft waiting inside. Glancing around, John stepped up to the kerb, opened the door and climbed in.
'Good morning Dr Watson, I hope you don't mind us giving you a lift to work? I would like to apologise for my lack of available time this past week in which to further our endeavour. I'm afraid I can't tell you the details of the crisis that emerged, suffice it to say that The incident has been... dealt with'
John smiled. He knew of course that Mycroft wouldn't be able to tell him details about his work, no matter how much he might protest to occupy a "minor role in the British government" - The doctor was unsure exactly what Mycroft's real role was, though from Sherlock's hints it seemed possible that he practically ran the entire show.
'I understand perfectly, don't worry. I was hoping that we had progressed to using first names, however...'
'Of course. John.'
Hearing his name spoken in that sultry tone sent a small shiver down the doctor's spine. Just as he was beginning to contemplate how much time he had before work, however, Mycroft cut into his thoughts.
'Sadly I fear there won't be time for any of the delightful possibilities running through your mind my dear doctor, as we are just arriving at your place of work at this very moment.'
John huffed out an amused sigh. How transparent was he to this remarkable man? And how had Mycroft known precisely where they were? He had not moved his gaze from John's face for one moment since he entered the car, yet here they were, precisely as he said the words, pulling up outside the surgery. Incredible. Before he could say anything, however, the other spoke again.
'If you have no objection, might I also be allowed to furnish you with a ride home after work? I believe you finish at 6.30 today.'
'That sounds brilliant, thank you. Will you be free this evening?'
John asked, hoping he could finally get the chance to get to know the man a little better. It had been extremely difficult this past week to continue as normal, not dwelling on Mycroft and the relationship they had decided to embark on, lest Sherlock somehow read it in the set of his shoulders and find a way to sabotage it before it began.
Mycroft leaned forward and purred in his ear
'Oh, doctor... I guarantee it.'
Supressing another shiver down his spine, the doctor brushed a soft kiss to the taller man's cheek before hurriedly exiting the car and going into work.