3:30 AM; That was the time that flashed in big red numbers on Greg's alarm clock. Blinking several times he slowly sat up in his bed, making sure not to disturb his partner, and moved to a standing position. He had no idea why he woken up so suddenly, but there was a tug in his body, this...gut feeling that he needed to be awake.

Shaking his head, Greg through on his nearest robe and lazily headed downstairs, there was no point in him trying to go back to bed for he knew it would be absolutely a waist of time. The best thing he could do for himself now was make an early pot of Coffee and perhaps some breakfast. But even that made his stomach do flips, like he wasn't suppose to make himself busy because something important was going to happen.

Almost on cue, the house phone started to ring, startling him. He stared over at it and let it ring at least twice before going over and picking it up,

"Hello?"

"L-Lestrade...?" a weak, sniffling noise came from the other line.

"...Molly?" he questioned, almost in disbelief,

"What on earth is the matter for you to be calling at nearly 4 in the morning?" he asked in a hushed tone, not wanting to wake his wife.

"I know...I-I'm sorry..." Molly hiccuped some, sniffling again. She was crying, that much Greg could tell and it didn't feel right...It didn't feel like to hear her crying like that.

"Molly...what's wrong? Are you alright? You sound like you're crying..." Greg asked, the worry apparent in his tone.

"Do you need me to come over...?" even that question that left his own mouth, surprised him Where had that even come from? Before he could even take it back Molly replied,

"M...Mhmm...I'd a-actually really appreciate that...It's just...Sherlock he-" Molly choked, trying not to cry over phone. This absolutely broke his heart, he didn't know why, but the moment he heard Molly say Sherlock's name...he knew...he knew he was going to want to punch him more than usual.

"Alright...Alright Molly...calm down, I'll be over soon." Greg told her, before hanging up. He lingered at the small table where the phone was, what was he getting himself in to? Quickly shaking his head, he put the phone down and went to silently change.

Little did Lestrade know, this was going to change him in more ways than he could ever imagine.