Don't You See?

Chapter 8-First Day in Italy

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*Greg's POV*

   

    Light shown through the curtains with a purpose. To annoy the bloody hell out of me and wake me up. I suppose my eyes had the same purpose as my eyelids slightly parted to take in my surroundings. What greeted me was a white wall with a wide window, the sun peeking over an Italian horizon. My lips curled into a smile and I opened my eyes a little more, getting used to the rays of golden sunshine that invaded the room.

   Once my eyes were fully opened and I felt alive, I noticed my limbs were stiff. I rolled over and my breath hitched in my throat as a cold hearted man lay in the bed across with me with a chidlike expression of peace. I slowly sat up and swung my legs quietly over the side of my bed as to not wake Mycroft Holmes. God knows how bad he is in the mornings. I yawned inaudibly and stretched my arms to the ceiling and back down again before I hear his phone go off and his eyes quickly bolt open.

    I jumped, yelped, and fell off the bed. He stared at me with an obviously annoyed expression and looked at his phone. I watched as he groaned and typed something quickly, then shut off his phone.

    "So sorry for the disturbance. I should have turned it off last night." He offered me a plastered on smile before gracefully standing up and walking to the bathroom.

   I waited until he was gone and stood up and walked to the small kitchen to make breakfast. What stopped me was not only the fact I realized we had no food, but also the sound of my own phone going off. My feet moved without permission and I grabbed my cell and looked at the screen. 'New Text From: John Hedgehog Watson'. I laughed when remembering why I set him as that, Sherlock and I couldnt find out what the H in his name stood for.

    I opened the text and was immediately confused.

   'Hope you and brother had an exciting night in Italy. Care to fill me in on any details of a sexual manner?

        -SH'

    'What the bloody hell are you going on about? -GL'

    'Oh nothing, dear detective, I'm quite sure you will solve the case without me this time.

     -SH'

   I looked at the texts for a few moments before sighing heavily and hearing the water turn on in the bathroom, Mycroft wasnt even close to being done in there that bloody git. I sigh again and go put on some fresh clothing from my neatly packed drawers and smile at myself in the mirror when I'm satisfied. I had put on a pair of regular blue jeans and a leather jacket with a white tshirt underneath which clung slightly to my tone torso. Along with this, I placed a pair of crew cut black socks on with some plain black sneakers. In other words, a casual day.

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*Mycroft's POV*

     I turned off the shower head and stepped into the steamy atmosphere of the bathroom, allowing water vapor to condense and drip down my skin. The water droplets running down my skin calmed me down from last nights events.... condoms.... Sherlock... what have I done. Caring is a disadvantage, I have always said that, why was it changing now?

   Once I had put on my normal suit and grabbed my umbrella, I offered to show Lestrade around the great city of Venice, to which he gladly accepted. On our tour we visited many shops, two for clothing, one for food, three for antiques, one for guns, and seven for umbrellas. I, myself, purchased one umbrella from each store. Greg objected, but those umbrellas were beautiful. We had no undercover work for our first day, so we ran around like tourists, pointing and looking things up and purchasing worthless novelties. At one point in all the excitement, we sat down to catch our breath and Greg began blushing.

  "What? Is it too hot out here or something?"

   He looked at me and shook his head.

   "I was thinking of our cover. A gay couple? Why?"

   I had to think a little bit before answering.

  "As a homosexual couple, we will be motivated to show PDA, which makes people uncomfortable and they tend to look away. This decreases our chances in people staring and finding out who we are."

    He stared at his lap for a few minutes before nodding, as if he agreed with himself to do something.

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*Greg's POV*

   This was going to be the most awkward vacation in my life.... affection........

 

         So not my division.

(Hehehehehehehehe here is the question you all have to answer. Why was Sherly texting from Johns phone? Get it right and I will give you a cybercookie!)