Sherlock's POV

I'm slump in my chair with my legs crossed and my chin resting on my fist. John's last text was 12 minutes 4 seconds ago, meaning he will be back soon. With milk.

Why is there nothing going on? Everything is so dreadfully boring! No unusual murders. I feel deflated. All the previous thrill I had experienced with Moriarty is now gone. Dead just like him.

My phone alerts me to a new text. When I go to look at it, I frown. It's from Mycroft. I would have deleted it like I do with all the others had I not noticed the context of the text.

It will happen in three days. Hope you already knew that. Be prepared.

-MH

At least Mycroft is good for something. He can really be handy when it comes to the dates. I have managed to keep my secret from John for a long time because Mycroft keeps me updated.

I don't bother to reply to the text. John comes in and silently starts putting away the groceries.

"You can help me, you know?" he said without looking at me.

"No thanks."

John doesn't even bother to sigh. The chore is quickly completed and then John rewards himself with some tea. I'm not looking but I know that it's chamomile. That fresh smell is very easily recognizable.

But I don't care about smelling the tea bag. There is something about John's scent that bothers me. Perfume. Musk. And-

Sex.

"What were you up to?" I ask him, trying to keep calm.

"M?" John hums curiously as he sits down with his tea. He grabs the remote and turns the telly on.

I frown.

"Were you with a woman?" I press.

John pauses and looks at me. I note the hint of surprise on his face. He shakes his head incredulously.

"I don't know how you do that," he mutters to himself.

A woman had touched John. I feel the terrible urge to growl and mark John.

But John wouldn't like that. He wouldn't understand the display of affection I would be trying to show by doing that. He probably would just gag in disgust and run straight to the shower.

I lean back in my seat. I try not to show my anger.

"So, you managed to relieve some of your stress, I see. Hopefully she was clean?"

This earns me a glare from my best friend. I note that John's cheeks were turning pink. How adorable.

"It's none of your business but yes, she didn't have any diseases. Now can we please stop talking about this?" John sips at his tea with a bitter expression.

I allow it to be silent for a moment. But my jealousy gets the best of me.

"There are better ways to relieve yourself," I stated, "You can't just pick some prostitute off the street and-"

"For your information," John cuts me off very harshly, "Her name is Mary. And she is NOT a prostitute. We have been dating for weeks."

It's my turn to pause. I realize that I don't know nearly as much about John as I thought I did.

He's been dating someone for that long without my knowledge. A growl escapes my throat. John gives me a strange look when he hears it.

"I swear, you're acting like you're jealous."

I don't say anything back. Instead, I turn my back to him. This Mary is a threat. I will have to show John that I do not share.

Lestrade's POV

Ever since that nasty break-up with my wife (or, ex-wife), I have been living alone. It isn't too bad. I use to be a lot more lonely but now the night is a great time to socialize. I send Mycroft a text, asking if I can come over this evening. It isn't long until I get a response.

Yes, of course, Gregory. When did you last feed?

-MH

The sudden question catches me off guard. I tell him that it's been about a month. I know that he's going to try to convince me to drink soon.

You know that I have some willing donors. Come over this evening.

-MH

I feel my face curl in disgust that people will willingly let others suck up their blood. Ever since I was forced into changing against my will, Mycroft found me and has been helping me. He loves me, I guess. Which would be nice except he never tells me that he does.

I put the phone away with a sigh. Are we even together? I can't tell if he considers himself my lover, master or simply a friend. Sometimes I wonder if I'm even in the friend zone. Maybe I'm just another lackey for him to utilize and keep under wraps. I really don't know since everything about him is confusing. He's especially confusing when he's kissing me senseless, only when no one else is watching though.

The fact that it wasn't a request to come over doesn't escape me, Mycroft has always been use to having his way. I know that he would have ordered me even if I didn't ask first. No wonder Sherlock gets upset with him.

Speaking of which, I guess a full moon is coming soon. I hope Sherlock will be ready. Before my change, I would've thought a vampire and a werewolf could never be brothers. Of course, I didn't believe in either before then.

I hope John will be okay...