Sherlock

Cold Holmes (Mystrade)

Weeks has pass and Greg was concerned for his husband. He wasn't eating that much which at first Greg thought he was on a diet until he offered him cake and Mycroft decline the offer that when he knew Mycroft wasn't himself. Also he seem a little pale then usually which Greg want him to check a doctor and also refuse to get a check up which was normal for the Holmes brothers to do then John was brought in to give Mycroft a check up and he told Greg that he seem fine but he can't be certain.

Greg was about to go mad, he didn't know what was wrong with Mycroft or if there was in the beginning. Mycroft notice Greg concerns but choose to ignore it.

-Present Day-

Greg was on a case, Sherlock deducing the crime scene and all. John walked up to Greg, "Everything alright? With Mycroft and all." "How would I know?! He barely even talks to me!" Greg was enraged, mixed emotions filled his heart. He was loss in mind and heart, "How w-would I know? Does he even love me, John?" Greg asked, grabbing John collar. He had tears in his eyes and slowly fall to the floor, Anderson, Sally and couple of officers notice. John crouch, "Greg, you being silly. He wouldn't marry you if he didn't love you." "You don't understand! I don't what wrong with him! I don't even know if there anything wrong with him! Am I boring him?" Greg started to cry, Sherlock stopped and walked to them. "Oh is Mycroft being a prick?" "Sherlock shut it," John barked at Sherlock. "Greg, I'm taking you home." "What home?" Sherlock raises a brow, "Now don't be silly, Greg" John huffed.

After dropping Lestrade home, John way goodbye and cabbie drove off. He sniffle and wipes his tear before entering the house. "Honey I'm home," Greg softly spoke but there was no answer like usually. He went to kitchen, got an glass and poured himself some whiskey. He turned around and much to his surprise he saw Mycroft standing in the enters. "What do you want?" Greg barked then took a sip out of his glass. "We need to talk, Gregory" "What is there to talk about?" Mycroft look away, "You been crying, why?" "Because I can," Greg guzzle his last bit of his drink. Mycroft walked towards Greg, "You don't seem well, dear" "No, not really." Greg huffed, putting his glass down next to him. There chest touched likewise for their nose, "I been ill for last couple of weeks, am sorry for not tell you. I didn't want you to catch a cold," Mycroft admitted. "But now I have recovered and I'm better"

Greg push Mycroft without thinking, "No! You left me concerned and sick to my bone because you can't admit a simple illness?! I made a scene at work because I worry about a git like you! Do you even care about your husband?!" Mycroft wasn't sure if this was alcohol acting up which was unlikely, you need at least 2 or more glasses of whiskey to get drunk or this was Gregory acting up. "Gregory-" "Don't you Gregory me!" Greg was close to throwing glass at him instead he point at him. Mycroft had to find a way to clam him down but how could find one if he throwing a tantrum, "Listen to me, dear" Greg shoulders drop and listened, he sniffle and huffed. "I know what I did was wrong and I owe you an apologise, cuddles, kisses-" Greg ran to him and hug him tightly, "You stupid bastard." Mycroft hug him back and smiled, Greg looked up and kiss him. Mycroft cupped his cheeks and kiss him back, Greg giggle and smiled. Both pulled back for air, Greg smiled laying his head on Mycroft shoulder. "John knew, corrected? Once he found out, you told him not to tell me but why?" "When John check on me, he notice immediately but I forbid him to tell anyone about it, of course Sherlock will find out on his own," Greg chuckled, "Your such an idiot"

-After clearly things out-

Both sat in there sofa well Mycroft was stretch out but his knees stay up, he had his head on Greg lap with a book in hand. Greg had right arm stretch out and a smile on his face (The photo above show this scenario). Mycroft was dead asleep while Greg was wide awake, he was planning on carrying Mycroft to bed but he thought, he probably wouldn't make it far. He stood there for awhile until he himself fall asleep on the sofa.

Little quick author note! Where I live, Halloween is a couple of days away and I will do a Halloween special. Since most of ship are involved with Sherlock minus one, I will be doing Mystrade and Johnlock teen version. Where all are teen and having fun on Halloween! For now we continue on with some sick fics -Potato