Possible new case/s?

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((EDIT: Finally done with finals, school, and just finished finalizing my schedule for work <XD So I'll finally be able to get on fairly regularly ever night or so, depending on what my work schedule allows for me :U))

Greg hummed to himself as he stood in front of his desk, fingers pushing past piles of thick folders and rough papers. Oh god, there had been so much that had piled up while he was gone! Didn't anybody think to take a little of it from his shoulders? Well, apparently not, since there was still so much to sort through. A possible suicide (suspected homicide, really), double murder, a missing dog, two cases that were eerily similar to one that was supposed to have been solved months ago, and a robbery (how such a thing managed to fit along the others, Greg didn't bother to care).

What in the world should he choose? Where could he so much as start? With another growl of exasperation, Greg simply tossed it all back down upon the flat plane of his desk, watching in light satisfaction in how the papers scattered and fluttered over the surface.

He certainly had a load of work to deal with; that much was absolutely assured. Late nights and even later mornings would be in his near future. With all the thoughts pounding against the inside of the man's head, all he could do was simply sit himself down upon his desk chair, and bury his face in his palms. Lord. There was so much to do, and even with Sherlock's help on one or another, it would still take weeks, months even to get them all solved, or at the very least, the paperwork signed, filled, and done.
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Mycroft sent an e-mail.

......I wonder if you are as bored as I am darling. I was thinking we need to get together again. You know I always sleep better with you next to me.

Mycroft sighed at his own, so very blatant weakness.
He missed him.
He just liked having the blunt and wonderful man around....damn it.
He rubbed his eyes; he needed to sleep.