**gregs pov***
I felt a gun barrel rest on the back of my head and I new what was coming. "can I just make one last phone call" I said tears already welling up in my eyes. "depends if your callin you copper friends to save you" the man behind me said. "no no I just want to tell him goodbye" "who?" "my h-friend" "alright make it quick!" Greg pulled his phone out and dialed his husbands number. "put it on speaker I want to make sure your not rattin me out." "okay" Greg said putting it on speaker phone. It rang and rang and rang. But Mycroft didn't answer. Greg didn't think he would they had had a argument the night before leaving Greg to sleep in the guest bedroom. "this is mycroft I'm not able to answer the phone right now but leave your name and number and ill get back to you" "hey myc. It's me Greg. I just want you to know that I will always love you. I love you so much. And your really all I can think about right now. Please just don't forget me okay. I really wish you would have answerd the phone. I'm so sorry about last night. I love you so much. Okay. Don't forget that. Alright bye." And with tears falling down his face. He turned around only to get a bullet in the head.
**mycrofts pov**
3 hours later.
I walked inside the house and surprisingly it was quite. Did Greg decide he wanted to leave me? No we love each other. Sure we had a few arguments once in a blue moon but who doesn't. I walked into the kitchen and saw my phone on the counter. Shit I left my phone here all day. I picked it up and saw I had one missed call from Greg. I pressed play and listened to it. Something wasn't right. It sounded like he was crying. It didn't sound like a 'im leaving you' phone call. It sounded like something much worse. I was in the middle of thinking when I got a phone call from Sherlock this couldn't be good. "brother dearest. What's the occasion?" I said. "mycroft..i..i don't know how to tell you this but.John can you tell him please....Mycroft." "yes John""can you meet us at St. Barts ""yea why is something wrong" john hesitated. "a bit Mycroft" "I'm on my way" I got up and wrote a note for Greg.
Greg,
sorry about last night I had to go to st.barts but ill be back soon.
xx myc
I grabbed my umbrella and walked out the door.
I arrived at the hospital about 20 minutes later to see gregs crew along with Sherlock and John. Sherlock wasn't fighting with anyone so tho wasn't going to be good. "what's wrong Sherlock" I asked in a board tone. "mycroft...its Greg. He...hes been sh-he's be.." John couldn't Finnish what he was saying due to himself crying. And that's when I understood. I fell to my knees. And cupped my face in my hands. My whole body felt numd and it was like my life had no meaning anymore.
**6months later**
its been so months since greg and I can barley stand it. I haven't left my house. And I every time i close my eyes I can see his face. I walked the hallway locking the hall door. I then walked to my room locking that door. I then laid on the bed.
**johns pov**
Sherlock and I went to mycrofts house to check on him. No ones seen him in at least a week. When we reached his door we rang the door bell but no one answers. Then we heard a noise that I was all to familiar with. A gun shot. "Sherlock" I said looking at him he opened the door and we ran inside. We had to kik down the hall door and mycrofts bedroom door. And when we got inside Sherlock's phone rang. "hello Sherlock said trying not to cry. "I'm sorry" said the voice on the other line. Tho was the voice that belonged to mycoft himself. We never knew how mycroft mannaged to call us after he had died. And we may never find out.
AUTHORS NOTE
I am so sorry if I caused you feels I cried writing this but I saw the video and a light bulb went off in my head.
