For Valentines day what if Greg was scared to admit to Mycroft that he liked him because he knows Myc doesn't believe in love.

imaginedilestrade:

Greg sat in the pub with John after Sherlock had abandoned them after a case to investigate something further by himself. Greg handed John a pint and he thanked the detective with a nod “So…” John began talking “Any plans for Valentine’s?” He asked with a small smirk.

Greg inhaled the beer with a sharp gasp causing him to cough and splutter into his balled fist “Yeah, work. Not got anyone to do anything with” he halfheartedly admitted.

John nodded his head “So you not interested in anyone? Like at all?” He pressed the detective.

Greg shrugged “There is this one guy…” He trailed off and played with a coaster on the table “But I don’t thinks really into relationships and love and emotion in general to be honest”.

John let out a chuckle “Emotionless? Almost sounds like you’re talking about-” he cut himself off in realisation “Mycroft?” He asked with widened eyes.

Greg could only reply with a half smile and a sigh. John leaned back in the chair nodding contently, he had no idea, but he could tell Greg was a bag of nerves. He knew what to do. When Greg left to go to the bathroom John took out his phone and sent a text to Mycroft asking him to meet at the flat using Sherlock as an excuse.

John then had to get Sherlock out of the house and typed quickly: ‘Ask Greg to come to the flat and say it’s urgent then leave the flat. I’ll give you 20 quid if you do’.

A few moments later Sherlock texted back saying: ‘Who?’

John rolled his eyes and told him that it was Lestrade and Sherlock agreed. Greg returned and his phone buzzed, a text from Sherlock of course. Greg apologised to John and left to deal with whatever Sherlock had done now.

When he got to Baker Street it was empty, he peered around the flat and a figure by the doorframe made him jump as he turned around.

“My…Mycroft?”

“Detective Inspector…” He acknowledged “Where’s Sherlock I got a text from John saying something happened” he asked and Greg let out a low growl in realisation. John had set him up.

“This is just a misunderstanding Mycroft, I should be-” Greg was cut off by a text tone from his phone and Mycroft’s phone at the same time. Both messages read ‘For god sake! Just tell the other how you feel! You’re both entirely capable of discussing feelings!’. The two men slowly lowered their phones and made eye contact.

“Feelings?” Mycroft muttered.

“Feelings…” Greg breathed out shaking his head at the whole ordeal “John may have found out that I feel something towards you but that doesn’t matter because I know you don’t believe in stuff like that, so I’ll just leave…” Greg rambled on and was about to leave the flat before a voice that was once made of ice, started to melt.

“You may be misinformed, Gregory…I’m perfectly capable of feeling”.