Sherlock One Shots

Party Time (Greg Ending)

Molly somehow produced a large bowl.
"Where did you keep that?" Sherlock asked, slightly confused. "You couldn't have had it in your pockets."
"It's a magic bowl." She replied, not missing a beat. "And to play this game, you must temporarily sacrifice an item belonging to you." Sherlock pulled out his phone, cautiously placed it in the bowl and quickly passed it over to John.

Once everyone had put something in the bowl, it was passed back to you.
"Because it's your birthday," Molly explained. "You have to pick first." You put a hand in the bowl, worried in case it was a trick. The first thing that you grasped, you pulled out. It was a picture of you and Greg that had clearly been in his wallet, crumpled around the edges.
"Aw. That's sweet." You cooed. He scratched the back of his neck nervously as he stood up and followed you into the supplies cupboard.

As soon as the door shut, Greg had you against the wall.
"G-Greg!" You stuttered in surprise. "What about your wife?" He scoffed.
"What about my ex-wife? Sherlock was right. He's always right."
"I'm sorry Greg that's-" You were cut off by his lips on yours. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you had yours over his shoulders, one hand running itself through his silver hair.
There was a knock on the door.
"George? It hasn't been seven minutes yet but... there's a case. It's important. A mass murder and-"
Greg took his lips away from yours for a few seconds, just to cut him off.
"Sherlock. Mass murder is your division."