"Mycroft, you promised" Shouted Lestrade.
This had been the same argument they had been having for three days.
"Greg" Mycroft sighed; he was just like his younger brother when it come to love. Mycroft Holmes always knew better.
"Don't Greg me" Lestrade sounded just like a child that had been yelled at by his parents.
Mycroft leaned over to Lestrade and kissed his check, Greg wasn't one for distractions but when Mycroft's lips were across his skin all of their problems disappeared.
"We're not telling Sherlock" Greg whispered before turning to face his partner.
"He'll deduce it" Mycroft leant back in his chair and sighed.