Mystrade Oneshots

18) Late Nights

Slightly Angsty

Greg was starting to get worried.

It had been a few hours since his last text from Mycroft. The message was about 'just escaping a tedious meeting and being home soon'. He hadn't received anything since to say that Mycroft would be late home.

It wasn't unheard of for this to happen but that did nothing to stop Greg from getting concerned. He knew that Mycroft had most likely been held up, called into another meeting, had to make some phone calls or finish some paperwork.

He decided he'd busy himself with making dinner and if Mycroft wasn't home by the time it was finished then he'd call Anthea or one of Mycrofts security detail to ask what was going on.

He had just gotten into the kitchen when he heard the front door unlock. He was there in seconds, before it had even fully opened.

A tired, desheveled looking Mycroft stepped through the door.

Nothing was said, Mycroft had walked up to Greg and put his arms tightly around the shorter man. Greg had no idea what was going on but he knew what he needed to do, he pulled Mycroft closer and hugged him back without a word.

They stayed like that for a what seemed like ages but was probably closer to about five minutes. Mycroft eventually shifted to place his chin on Greg's head. "I love you." He muttered softly.

"I love you too." Greg returned without even thinking. He had more sense than to ask what was wrong, he knew Mycroft would tell him at some point anyway. "You can go take a shower if you want love, I'll get some dinner ready."

Mycroft hugged his husband slightly tighter. "No. Stay, please."

"Ok, I'm not going anywhere." Greg assured, beginning to rub soothing circles on Mycroft's back. "Whatever you need Myc, I'm here."

"I just-" Mycroft paused, sighed softly and pulled away from the hug. With his hands resting on either side of Greg's shoulders he looked deeply into the other mans eyes. "I just don't want to lose you."

Greg cupped the side Mycroft's face with his hand. "You're not going to lose me."

"You can't know that..."

"I can."

Mycroft looked away. A frown present on his lips. He looked dead behind the eyes. "Someone hacked into our system. They found out who you are. They- They threatened you Gregory..."

Greg suddenly understood what was happening and whilst most people would be scared for their lives, he was just concered about Mycroft. He knew now exactly why it was that no one had contacted him to tell him what was going on, if someone could hack into Mycroft's security, then they could easily trace a call.

"I can't lose you. I just can't. You're so precious to me, I don't know what I'd do if- if they-"

"Well you don't have to." Greg interrupted firmly. "I'm still here, they didn't do anything to me. In fact I was bored out of my mind all evening so that just shows how safe I was."

Mycroft smiled slightly, it was small, it was brief, but it happened. Then he frowned again and got that same distant look. "But what if-"

"No, no 'what ifs.' I'm fine, and I'm sure you made sure that I'll continue to be fine for many years to come." Greg interrupted once more, but it was a good cause. He knew that the threat had been dealt with, or Mycroft wouldn't have been home right now.

Mycroft nodded gently, not about to tell his husband exactly what he'd done to the person when they'd found them. Greg knew better than to ask. Instead he just leaned up and kissed Mycroft on the cheek. "Come on, you need some food in you. We can cook together, or I can cook and you can watch." He added the last part after noticing the dark circles under the other mans eyes. He hadn't looked like that this morning. He really must have been stressed.

"I'd prefer to shower first." Mycroft said, looking at how dirty his suit was.

Greg smirked. "Will you let go of me or are you wanting to do that together as well?"

Mycroft looked down at his grinning husband and for the first time in a while colour returned to his cheeks. "I- Well I had hoped..."

Greg just smiled and took Mycroft's hand, leading the other man upstairs. He was just glad to see his husband looking slightly less like a zombie and more like an actual living human.

All in all, Greg's evening was a long one. It had dragged on for hours, flooded with concern and doubt. The reason behind it hadn't been all that terrific either, but when he knew that Mycroft was safely home and taken care of, it was all worth it.