The room was dark save for the light filtering through a window on the far wall. The blond on the bed was sleeping soundly, having just gotten home from a double shift at work. The brunette next to him watched him as he slept, smiling at the fact that soon, soon this man would be his for life. Leaning up on his elbows, Sherlock looked over at his sleeping partner one more time then quietly left the bed. He needed to run a few errands and get in touch with his brother before John woke up. Today was his off day so Sherlock wanted to be home by then and if he knew his brother, he would try everything he could to keep him longer than needed if he wanted something from him.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, Sherlock checked on John one more time before he left the house. Informing Mrs. Hudson that he would be going out for a while, Sherlock left the flat and headed out to start his errands, his first stop being Mycroft and Lestrade's house then New Scotland Yard. He needed to be sure that they would be available in the coming months to help him plan the wedding. He wanted to keep as much stress off of John as possible right now and he knew this would be one way of doing that. Hailing a taxi, he sent a text to Lestrade.

Are you at home or the Yard? - SH

While Sherlock climbed into the cab he received a reply...

Headed to the yard, why, are you or John in trouble? Is everything ok? - GL

Everything is fine, just needed to talk to you. Will be by after I see Mycroft. - SH

Sherlock didn't wait for a response, closed his phone, put it up, and waited for the cab to pull up in front of his brothers house. When his phone pinged with a message he sighed, pulling it out.

Where r u? - JHW

Sherlock smiled, John must have woken up shortly after he left the flat.

I am headed over to see Mycroft, go back to sleep love, I will be back as soon as I can. - SH

He waited for a response and smiled when his blogger sent back...

b much better w/u here - JHW

Sherlock grinned knowing exactly how John felt. They'd only had a few hours together before John had to be at work. It hadn't been long enough and Sherlock had gone to bed wanting more of his fiancee.

Fiancee...the word felt odd to say but it also felt right when he associated the word with John. Sherlock couldn't help the surge of pleasure at the idea of spending the rest of his life with him. He looked up as the cab stopped in front of his brother's house. Paying the driver, Sherlock left the car and walked to the front door, his thoughts on his short but perfect blond doctor. He knocked once then opened the door. He was greeted by Mycroft's valet, "Hello Alistair, I am looking for Mycroft, is he in?"

When he was directed to the study, Sherlock nodded and headed in the direction indicated. He could hear Mycroft speaking to someone and decided to try what John liked to call, announcing your arrival, by knocking on the door of the study. He watched as Mycroft looked up from his desk and waved Sherlock into the room.

"I understand, just make sure to contact Anthea about any changes or issues that may arise. I will be out for the next few days. No, no just some things that need to be handled at home first. Yes, I understand," Mycroft waved Sherlock over to the chairs setting in front of the fireplace. He stood up as he ended the phone call, "Again I can be reached through my assistant if needed, until then I will be indisposed." Mycroft ended the conversation and hung up the phone. He looked up at his younger brother and noticed something different about him. "Good morning Sherlock, you are out early. Is there something in particular that I can assist you with?" He watched as his younger brother stared into the fire, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"I need your help Mycroft." At his brothers shocked expression he waved his hand in the air as if to dismiss his look. "Yes, yes, I know a surprise but it is more for John than it is for me." He looked over at his brother as he sat in the chair opposite Sherlock. He knew what he wanted to do but he needed his brothers help in order to pull it off. "I would like to have the ceremony at the house in Sussex, if at all possible. John loved the house when we were last there and I would like to have his special day made better by the fact that we are somewhere he feels a connection." He looked at Mycroft, hoping he would understand the sentimentality of the situation without actually having to explain. If he could get his brother to agree to his request then he was half way done with the planning.

Mycroft couldn't help the shocked look on his face. He was trying to remember if Sherlock has ever asked anything from him for another person. He wasn't surprised by the request however, Sherlock and John had spent their first anniversary in Sussex and both had come back tanned and happier than before. "I'm sure something can be arranged Sherlock. Just let me know when you and John have set the date and we will make sure all is in order." He watched his brothers expression as it lit up with pleasure. He'd forgotten how young his brother really was and despite the aloof air he usually held around himself, he was willing to let it go for the sake of his fiancee. "How is your better half this morning, if I may ask?"

"He is at home sleep at the moment, had a double shift at hospital last evening but is thankfully off today." Sherlock looked down at his phone as another text came through.

Please hurry...I don wanna wait – JHW

Sherlock stared at the message trying to figure out what John could be talking about, then it clicked. Blinking, he looked over at Mycroft, "I need to go brother, there is something I have to take care of but I do appreciate your doing this. We will let you know as soon as we agree on a date." Sherlock stood and turned towards the door then paused. "Mycroft," he said softly. He wasn't sure if things would work out with John. Worried about it on a regular basis but John hadn't left him yet and he was grateful for that fact. "Thank you for doing this. I understand that you are not obligated to help me in this endeavor but it is very much appreciated." He knew it was a rare show of emotion on his part and he could attribute it all to his blond, blue eyed fiancee. "Your help is very much appreciated."

Heading to the front door he sent John a text...

Leaving Mycroft's now, what is it you are unwilling to wait for? - SH

Sherlock still needed to go by the Yard and talk to Lestrade but if John needed him at home...

u...cant wait 4 u...pls hurry – JHW

Sherlock paused in the doorway, did John mean he was...Turning, he looked to see his brother standing behind him. "Mycroft, I need a car..."

"There is one waiting at the gate for you brother, enjoy John's day off." Mycroft nodded his head and turned at the sound of a phone ringing somewhere in the house. He looked back to see Sherlock sprinting down the drive while sending a text. Hopefully now he will be happier, John is very good for him. The thought flitted through Mycroft's mind just as he picked up the ringing phone. "Holmes speaking," came the automatic response.

"Geezus Myc, what the hell took so long for you to answer? Are you ok? Has something happened? I was getting ready to send a car to check on you..."

"Gregory? No, no everything is fine I was just talking to Sherlock." Mycroft was thrown off by the frantic worry in his husbands voice. Like Sherlock and John, they have both had to deal with kidnappings and death threats. "There is no need to send a car." He paused, looking at the clock on the mantle. Sherlock would more than likely be occupied with John for most of the day... "Gregory, when are you coming home?" The question, although asked softly, held a note of need. They had gotten in late last night and had been interrupted early this morning by Greg being called in to work.

"I don't honestly know and where the hell is Sherlock? He said he wanted to meet me here but he hasn't shown up yet." Greg was frustrated. He and Mycroft had gone to bed exhausted last night and when they woke up this morning, they had been interrupted in the middle of things by Greg's cell going off. Then his focus centered on Mycroft's tone. "Why? Are you not going in to the office today?" If Mycroft took the day off he was going home, Donovan and Anderson be damned. He was sexually frustrated and it was making him irritable, which in turn had him snapping at everyone around him.

"I...I had not planned on it but if you will not be home until later..."

"I...uh...I won't..." Greg's mind was beginning to fracture at that tone. He knew what it meant, found it hard to resist when ever it was used. Running a hand down his face, Greg straightened the papers on his desk, checked the clock, then decided he'd been at work long enough. They could finish the rest of the day without him. "I'll be there in bout 30 or 45 minutes, Myc. I want you to make sure there is enough water bottles for us both and don't think I don't know that you bought another tube of lube either. Make sure to have that ready as well my tall, beautiful government official."

Sighing, Mycroft felt his eyes drift close and a small smile curve his lips. He didn't care about anything else right then but the need to see Greg. To hear his voice, to touch and feel him. "I'll make sure we have enough bottles and the...the lube as well my handsome Detective Inspector." Mycroft could feel the blush rising on his face but refused to avoid the word. He knew it would please Gregory and that's what mattered most, pleasing his Gregory.

Greg stood up from his desk, shut down his computer and headed for the door. He was walking out just as he saw Sherlock walk into the precinct. Groaning inwardly he walked towards the fast moving brunette. "Sherlock, I'm on my way out. You should have gotten here sooner." He tried to hide his irritation at the other man but was sure he hadn't been successful.

"I know, I had to stop and see Mycroft first. I won't stay long, I was just going to ask for your assistance with planning the wedding. If...if you and Mycroft don't mind. I don't want to ruin this day for John."

"Well of course you know we won't mind Sherlock. Look, you two give us a ring and we can all sit down and discuss what it is you're wanting to do." Greg walked to the main door and waited as the tall brunette stopped beside him.

"Thank you Lestrade, you are a very good friend to both John and myself."

"Myc, I'm on my way be ready like I said and no back talk this time." The statement was growled soft and low. He knew what that tone did to his partner and used it only when he wanted to be in charge.

"I will be waiting Gregory, do hurry though because I would truly hate to start without you." Mycroft knew what those words would do and grinned as he heard Gregory let out a string of curses and then he heard the sound of wind.

"Damnit, fuck, I'm on my way Mycroft. I swear if you start before I can get there..." Greg was cut off by the sound of a soft laugh.

"I will be waiting Gregory. I love you and will see you soon." Mycroft stated softly and hung up after Greg's response. He hoped his brother made it home to John because their time had been short as of late and now more than ever they were all going to need as much time together as possible.