I wrote a happy, fluffy, little mystrade fic:<\/p>\n
Like Children Play<\/a> –\u00a0Mycroft takes Greg away for a little winter holiday.<\/p>\n teaser below the cut<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Greg woke with a hangover. He blearily opened his eyes as the phone vibrated again. It better not be the department. He was taking the time off due for the holidays, not that he\u2019d minded working on Christmas. After all the ex had taken their daughter to Spain for the holidays, making sure he wouldn\u2019t see her. So he\u2019d gotten drunk last night, alone in his tiny little flat.<\/p>\n It buzzed again. He grabbed it and squinted at the message.\u00a0Twenty Minutes.<\/p>\n Mycroft. He stared at the phone, then dragged a hand through the scruff on his face. He rolled out of bed and into the bathroom.<\/p>\n Exactly twenty minutes later he was standing outside his flat, hands stuffed into his coat pockets, squinting in the morning light as a black car pulled up. He slid inside and found Mycroft looking as sleek as ever in a coat and gloves. He passed Greg a hot cup of coffee.<\/p>\n