I do not own these charters sadly!
It was done finally over. Greg had been working on a triple murder case for the last 5 months, although it did not end the way, they all thought.
"For fuck sake will you just stop"
Greg shouted as he chased a guy down several allies in south London.
"I need to stop bloody smoking"
He said to himself as he turns a corner to a darker ally he had just been down.
As he turned the corner, the guy had stopped. Greg got his breath back and sighed with relief.
"Alright mate the games up"
It was then Greg had realised it was not as over as they thought he had a gun held to a young woman's head.
Mycroft was not really at home much these last few months. He was away for a whole month to Greg's dislike, and then he would sleep at his desk or come home and work in his study. Greg had needed him, and he hasn't been there.
Greg fumbled with his keys outside his and Mycroft's flat after dropping them twice Mycroft heard him at the door and thought he would help him out and opens the door.
"Gregory what's happened to you" Mycroft said with panic in his voice as he looks upon Greg with his piercing eyes.
Gregory stood at the door with his formerly white shirt now stained a dark red covered in blood. He had blood on his face and in his hair. "Just let me in Mycroft" Greg said with his once filled with energy voice now sounded empty as ever.
Mycroft hurried him in and sat him down onto the sofa. "Gregory are you ok, what's happened to you" Mycroft's says as his whips off some dried blood on Greg's face.
Greg pulls away from Mycroft and stands up and leaves heading for the bathroom, Mycroft gaze follow Greg looking hurt.
Greg grabbed the door knob trying to stop his hands from shaking he enters the bathroom and slams the door shut. The sound echoed through the flat Mycroft hated when Greg went like this. Greg looked at himself in the mirror, and before he knew he through his fist straight toward the glass in front of him. The next think he knew he was sat back against the door eyes shut tight. Mycroft was on the other side banging on the door trying to get him to open up.
"Alright mate let her go"
"Drop the gun"
"I said drop the gun"
The next thing he knew he was sat on the floor with a 21-year old girl dying in his arms.
"It going to be ok darling,the ambulance is on its away"
"No...No keep looking at me talk to me"
"I got engaged today"
The young girl said smiling.
Greg swallowed a lump forming in his throat these things never get easier.
"Lucky guy ay"
"I'm the lucky one, sorry. What's your name?
"DI lestrade but you can call me Greg"
"Greg are you in love"
"In a matter off fact yes, yes I am"
"His name is Mycroft, Mycroft Holmes.
AN-First mystrade so review would be great'. Thank you