Mycroft snuggles closer to his boyfriend. He watches the other man sleep and smiles to himself. How did he manage to get such a man to like him he has no idea. He tries not to think about it too much. A man like Greg could never truly care about someone like himself but yet here he is sleeping peacefully in Mycrofts bed holding the older Holmes brother close. Moments like these he can't help but cherish. Greg has introduced him to a life he never thought possible for himself. Sure they have their ups and downs but all couples do. He kisses the other man's forehead and smiles.

The other man slowly stirs awake, snuggling futher into Mycrofts embrace. "Mm. Mornin My." He lifts his head and kisses the other man lovingly.

Mycroft rolls his eyes at the nickname. "Morning Gregory." He smies at said man.

"You know you can call me Greg My." Greg smirks at his boyfriend. He knows how much it annoys the other man with the use of nicknames but deep down he also know that Mycroft kinda likes it though he is too stuborn to admit it.

"And you know you can call me Mycroft. It is my name after all."

"Oh you know you love it when I use nicknames. "

Mycroft doesn't respond. Ignoring the question entirely, kissing him open mouthed. Several minutes later they pull apart.

the DI groans when his phone goes off, thinking it was work. Though when he brings up a text message he frowns.

"Everything okay?" His lover asks concerned.

Greg shakes his head. "It's John... He found Sherlock making out with another man.."

Mycrofts eyes widen in shock. "Oh that brother of mine. For a genius he is rather daft."

Lestrade nods "John's so upset. He had plans for them tonight."

"Call him. "

He blinks " What?"

Mycroft gets up out of bed and slips his dressing gown on. "Call him. Tell him how my brother really feels. I'm sick and tired of them bouncing around each other. My brother refuses to open up to John and ended up hurting him. Sherlock may be dense when it comes to other people's feelings but I know for a fact he would never want to see him hurt. Call John and set him straight, or i will." He leans down and kisses Greg softly. "I'll be in the kitchen making tea."

Greg lets out a heavy breathe. He wasn't one to meddle into other people's personal lifes but his boyfriend was right. Sherlock would never want his blogger to be hurt. It would be best if John heard the truth from his friend if the one he loved wouldn't do it. He dials the ex army doctors mobile.

"Hello?"

"Hey John, its Greg."

"Oh hey. I'm not really in the mood to talk.."

Greg frowns, hearing John's voice breaking. Sherlock really did a number on his blogger this time. " I understand mate but why don't you pop over for some tea?"

John sighs "Look Greg. I'd rather just be alone in my room"

"Really? do you think Sherlock is gunna just let you be alone in your room? When has he ever been one to give you privacy?"

John sighs in defeat. "Fine. As long as Mycroft isn't there. Its bad enough I thought for a moment Sherlock liked me. I do not need his brother feeling sorry for me."

"You won't even know he's here. Trust me, Myc understands the need for privacy. "

John sighs again. "Okay. If he says one word. I'm out of there Greg."

"Okay mate. See yah in a few."

They bid their goodbyes and hang up. Greg slips out of bed and goes over to his dresser, deciding it would be best to be dressed when John shows up. Once he slips on some casual jeans and plaid button down he walks out of the room and into the kitchen. Leaning against the frame smiling at the sight before him.

His daughter was in her high chair eating her cherrios. She had her chubby hands out and feeding one of her cherrios to Mycroft. He was grinning and ate the peice of cereal given to him.

Greg walks into the kitchen smiling "Morning love." He kisses the chubby little toddlers head and leans over to get a kiss from his boyfriend. To which said boyfriend happily gives him one.

"Morning Gregory. I assume you called John?"

Greg nods "Yep. He's a wreck. I invited him over for tea."

"That would be best, telling him the truth about my brother over the phone doesn't seem quite right."

"Me telling John period isnt quite right."

Mycroft sighs in agreement. "As true as it is, John needs to know."

Greg nods and places a kiss against his lips. "And you should have a talk with your brother."

"Oh I plan to. If Sherlock thinks for one minute he can get away with hurting the one person who genuinely cares about him. He is sadly mistaken. I'm heading over to 221B Baker Street."

A few moments pass then they hear a knock at the door. "Ah, that would John" Greg kisses his boyfriend gently

"You should go get dressed love. I'm sure he doesn't want to see you in your robes."

Mycroft nods and picks up their daughter out of her high chair. " Let's go get dressed princess, give daddy a few minutes alone with Uncle John?"

Lestrade grins at his boyfriend with his- no their daughter Isabelle. Who would have thought his ex wife would give him full custody of the kids or that he'd get to be with Mycroft? He shakes his head to clear his thoughts. Now is not the time to be thinking about how good is life is right now. John needs the truth. Greg walks down the hall to the door and opens it.

"Hey mate, c'mon in."He steps out of the way to let John pass through. He frowns slightly, seeing how down the doctor looks.

he nods and smiles slightly seeing the baby and Mycroft head into one of the rooms. "Hello John." Mycroft acheknowleges his presense before disappearing into the bedroom.

Lestrade gestures to the kitchen "How about that tea I mentioned?"

John nods and waits for him to walk down the hall before following. He swallows and takes a deep breathe, knowing that with telling Greg what had happened there was going to be a discussion about it. Especially with him dating Sherlock's brother Mycroft.

Once their seated in the living room with their tea John attempts to avoid the whole thing by asking about Greg's personal life. " So how are things with you and Mycroft?"

"Oh things are good. "

"Well thats good." John takes a sip of his tea.

"Aye, Now John about Sherlock.."

"And the twins settling good?"

Greg looks at the man and see's he clearly doesn't want to talk about what happened. He takes a sip of his tea, deciding a few minutes of delay can't hurt. "For the most part yes. "

John raises his eyebrows "Oh?"

"Yeah, Marcus loves it here. Its Mickayla."

John nods "She miss her mother?"

Greg shakes his head and sips his tea. "its weird. She doesn't even mention her mother. She loves Mycroft as her own dad. She called him dad the other week. she got embarassed over it, Myc quickly told her she could call him what ever she was comfortable with."

John smiles "Thats great news. Then whats the problem?"

"She's mad at me. Its as if I was the new boyfriend to be honest."Greg sighs.

John blinks in shock "Seriously?"

Greg nods "It makes no sense. I can't seem to figure it out."

Before John can reply Greg's son, Marcus enters the room. "Oh dad seriously? It's so obvious."

"If its so obvious, why don't you tell me?" Greg asks clearly frustrated.

the boys eyes dart from Greg to John and back again. "I'm not sure you want me to tell you right now."

Lestrade sees where his sons eyes drift to for a second and sighs "What ever it is you have to say, you can say in front of John"

John nods " If your worried about it leaving this room. I assure you I won't say ought."

Marcus worries at his lip before sighing in defeat. "She's mad at you because you won't get Mycroft to talk to Uncle Sherlock."

Greg frowns not understanding. "Why would Myc need to talk to Sherlock?"

"Oh god this is awkward.."

Before the boy can continue, Mycroft comes back out with Isabelle on his hip. He passes the little girl to Marcus and smiles "Take your sister outside to play for a bit. I'll explain it to your father."

Marcus grins. Thankful that Mycroft clued in. It would have been so awkward to have to explain to his father that Mickayla was upset over the fact John didnt know Sherlock liked him. Especially since John was sitting there " Sure thing."

Once the young boy disappears outside Mycroft speaks "Mickayla is cross with you because we haven't spoken to Sherlock. But no worries, that is why I am heading over today." Mycroft looks into Greg's eyes. Hoping the man would understand what he was getting at. He really didn't want to embarass Dr. Watson if he didn't have to.

It took a moment or two but what Mycroft said did click. "Oh.. Oh! Okay."

John raises his eyebrows but doesn't comment.

"I'll head over to do that now. " He kisses Greg on the cheek. Not wanting to make John uncomfortable but wanting a proper goodbye too.

"Bye love." Greg smiles lightly at the gesture.

"John."

John nods his goodbye "Mycroft"

After Mycroft leaves. Greg looks at the other man pointly "John. We need to talk about Sherlock."

John nods sighly loudly. "Yeah I figured."

"There is something you don't know about your flat mate. I hate to be the one to tell you but me and Myc agree you need to know. Sherlock has taken it too far and I know that he wouldn't want to hurt you but he still has. "

John frowns and looks at his friend in confusion. "What are you on about Greg?"

Greg sighs and looks at John with a frown. "Sherlock likes you."

"of course he likes me, We're friends."

Greg closes his eyes in frustration. " He likes you in the same way you like him."

John's eyes narrow as he looks at Greg, clearing getting angry. "Why would you say that?"

Greg swallows, noticing that what he just said, isn't being accepting the way he thought it would. "John listen to me.."

John stands up. "No you listen here Lestrade, whatever game you and Mycroft are playing it isnt fucking funny. Are my feelings that much of a joke?!"

Greg immediately stands up with him "Oh god no. Listen John I know this sounds insane-"

"IT IS BLOODY INSANE!"

'and there's the Watson wrath I was trying to avoid' he thinks to himself before speaking " You should know by now, everything involving Sherlock Holmes is insane."

John snorts " I don't have time for this bollocks. I cannot beleive you would make this whole thing into a fucking joke."

Greg getting fed up hollars at him. " If you don't believe me ask Sherlock himself! You know he wouldn't lie to you John!"

John looks at Greg before storming out. He doesn't get very far, at the end of the hall stands Mickayla Lestrade.

" Uncle John, Daddy is right you know. Uncle Sherlock likes you. Alot"

John turns to Lestrade. " Really? you even got your daughter in on the joke? Thats sick Lestrade."

Mickayla places her hand on the doctors arm. " There is no joke. I wouldn't lie about it Uncle John. Da- er Mycroft thought he liked you, I heard him talking about it. I told him that Its true. I know because Sherlock let it slip! "

The anger gone from John and confusion has arrised. " What do you mean 'Sherlock let it slip'? He doesn't let anything slip."

" He did with this. I was over for a few hours when I got into a fight with my best friend... " She looks down breifly and takes a breath. " I had bumped into him walking. He could tell something was up and offered to spend a couple hours with me because he knows how annoying Mycroft is when he's nosy." they all smirked at that.

" Then what happened?" John asks intriged

"We went to Baker Street and at first we didn't really talk. But then he abruptly said...

Flashback

" He'll forgive you."

" Uhm what?"

" He'll forgive you. Hamish. He won't figure out what happened though."

Mickayla sighs " Is it that obvious somethings wrong? or is that just your deduction thingy?"

Sherlock smiles briefly " I'd say just the deduction thingy as you put it."

Mickayla sighs and looks over at him from across the room. She wants to talk about whats going on with someone she can trust, ussually she goes to Hamish about it but she can't this time. She knows Sherlock wouldn't judge her but she also knows he isn't one for talking about stuff so she asks. " Uncle?"

Sherlock doesn't look up from his laptop. " hmm?"

" Can I talk to you about something? I know that you don't like talking about stuff so I understand if you-"

" Of course we can." Sherlock interupts her.

She looks up and blinks repeatedly in shock. " We can?"

Sherlock nods. " Yes. I know all too well the feeling of being in love with your best friend but not being able to do anything about it. " Sherlock frowns then blinks and turns his attention back to the flustered teen across the room. He gets up and walks towards the kitchen. " How about some Tea?"

the young girl nods. " That would be perfect right now. I could really use it. "

Sherlock nods and starts to make some tea.

Mickayla gets up and stands in the kitchen with him. " You said you were in love with your best friend?"

Sherlock worries at his lip, wondering if she would clue in. She wasn't as dense as her father but not many people pick up on the fact Sherlock doesn't have friends exactly. " Yes I did."

She nods. " Does he know?"

Sherlock blinks. " I never said they were a male."

She smiles sadly " You didn't need to. Its John."

Sherlock swallows and doesn't say anything for a half second. Though that brief silence was enough to confirm it. " What made it so clear?"

"I'm smarter then the average bear." She grins at her own little joke. " I know what to look for. Plus the fact Mycroft saying how it was clear you had feelings for someone."

Sherlock curses to himself " Fucking Mycroft."

" No one else notices though. Not even John."

Sherlock nods and passes her a cup of tea. " Now what happened with Hamish?"

Flashback end.

" And then I started to tell him what happened with my best friend." the young girl says, purpously leaving out the fact that John's nephew is the one she liked.

John looks at her in total shock. " I need to go speak with Sherlock."

Mickayla and Greg nod. " yes you do mate." Greg smiles.

John bids them both goodbye, giving the young girl a quick hug before heading out to hail a taxi. Once in the taxi he waves a 50. " 221B Baker Street. Step on it."