Drunk Habits (Mystrade)

Help, Sherlock. No, John.

I'M VERY SORRRYYY. I DON'T MEAN TO UPDATE THIS LATE. REALLY. IT'S JUST SO HECTIC and I'm so busy and actually I don't have the ideas so.......... SO SORRY.

Anyways, finally I can squeeze the ideas, and HERE WE ARE. NEW UPDATE! I try to prolong this chapter for you guys. I hope you guys forgive me for the late update.

AND, actually I want to thank everyone who always reminds me to update the story. It really makes me squeeze the ideas harder than ever, because I don't want to disappoint you guys. I FEEL YOU AS A READER AS WELL.

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Mycroft's eyes were trying to stay still on Greg's despite he hated to see those brown widen of shock and disbelieve.

"I'm sorry? I didn't hear clearly what were you saying." The D.I said.

But Mycroft didn't repeat what he says. He only stared into those shocked brown, because he knew his eyes spoke for him. And they were more clear than the words.

"You've gotta be kidding me." The older man leaned back onto his chair.

"I--"

"I didn't know you're such an asshole." Lestrade pushed his chair exactly when the waitress came back to bring their orders. He snatched the beer and gulped it down. "Thanks for the beer. Nice to know you, Holmes."

Then he stormed out of the café. Leaving the miserable man with his tea alone.

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"Whoa! Your date went surprisingly fast! What happened?" Donovan asked him when he came back to his office.

"Nothing! Nothing happened!" Greg threw his hands up to the air. "Give me my paperworks, I need something to distract myself."

"Wait.. How did you even know that was a date?" Greg squinted his eyes to his surbodinate.

"Women's instinct, I would say." Donovan shrugged. "Anyway, work hours was already over. You should go home."

"No. I can't. I need distraction, Sally." Greg took off his coat. "My paperworks, please."

"They are already on your desk."

The grayish hair man hurriedly went to his desk and aggresively check all of his paperworks as if it was their fault. His eyes were scanning the words on the paper over and over again with no avail. He couldn't focus. The only thing on his mind was Mycroft.

He didn't realize Sally was there before her hands rested onto his shoulders.

"It's not your fault, you know. He's going to regret this moment." Donovan spoke.

Lestrade gave her dry laugh. "You don't even know what the problem is."

"No, I don't." the woman smiled. "But I know that you're the most amazing man to have around, and he's a bloody dumbass to let you go."

"Thanks, Sally."

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"Hi, brother dear. How is the honeymoon?"

Sherlock, with his hands full of luggages, frowned at his older brother. From all of the surprise he expected from his brother, picking him up at the airport would be his last list. Especially with those bags under his eyes. There must be a huge problem happened without his present. Was there any terrorist attack? Or Moriarty made some ruckus again?

Or maybe..

"Did you drink again?" was the first sentence came out from Sherlock's mouth, startled everyone there.