Hey, so its been a long long time since I've written or posted anything and I had this request fic started and almost finished 2 years ago. Recently I read over it and decided it needed to be finished and posted, so here it is, my first real go at a Mystrade fic. Hope you enjoy it, much love.

As a side note I'd like to thank TapTapAlways of for asking me to write this. TapTapAlways supplied the first two paragraphs and bit of direction, and the rest is what I came up with. Enjoy.

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Greg Lestrade was not the most optimal of husbands. He was well aware of this little fact, thank you very much. But he was faithful, hardworking, and damn it, tried his best to be a good husband and a caring father. That ought to mean something, he thought. But obviously, it didn't. Not, anyway, to his wife.

Divorce papers. Child support and only getting to see his four children once every blue moon. And here he was, lying on the couch in baker street, and he must look as broken as he felt if Sherlock didn't put up a fuss.

John came over to the lounge with three cups of tea, he passed one to Sherlock and one to Lestrade, who sat up upon the arrival of tea. John kept the last one for himself and sat in his chair as Sherlock was perched in his own. Greg felt like he was one of Sherlock's many clients.

"Of course you're a client. Why else would you be drinking tea on my couch?" Sherlock announced abruptly.

"Because, Greg is a friend who is going through a hard time, Sherlock, and we help our friends." John told his detective boyfriend.

Greg often wondered how John put up with Sherlock enough to be his flatmate, but now they were a couple and Greg just marvelled at John's powers of dealing with Sherlock.

"Friend? How long will he be here anyway? I have experiments to conduct." Sherlock continued.

"Yes /our/ friend, and as long as he needs, when the divorce goes through we will help him find his own place." John informed him.

"How long will that take? I need the space."

"I don't know Sherlock, try a little patience and understanding."

Sherlock huffed and stormed off to his bedroom and closed the door.

So much for Sherlock not making a fuss, Greg thought, mentally rolling his eyes "I'm sorry, I don't want to be the cause of any trouble John, I can find somewhere else to stay."

"You're no trouble, really, Sherlock is just being a drama queen as usual. And if you had anywhere else to go, you would have." John assured him. The army doctor picked up Sherlock's tea and took it to the door, he opened it a crack and slid the tea through the door before coming back to Greg.

"Do you have lawyers?" John asked the DI as he sat down next to him.

Greg shook his head "I don't have enough money for lawyers, she literally took everything from me. All I have is my job."

"And us, you have us. We could always...as much as I hate to ask for favours from him, talk to Mycroft and see if he can do anything." John suggested, he even cringed at the thought of owing Mycroft a favour.

"Oh! What time is it?" Greg asked suddenly alert.

"Half past midday, why?" John responded after looking at the clock on the wall.

Greg suddenly looked sheepish "Every Friday at one pm, Mycroft meets me at a cafe and I tell him what Sherlock has been up to while working with me and he pays me." he admitted to John "I hope you don't think less of me."

"Of course not, I turned down the money and Sherlock told me I was an idiot and should've taken it." He patted Greg's shoulder. "Are you going to meet him today?"

"I guess so, I need the money don't I..." Greg got up and put his jacket on, knowing in the back of his mind that money wasn't the only reason that he continued to meet with the older Holmees. "I'll be back soon John, thanks for the tea."

Lestrade rushed down the stairs and out the front door, he hailed a taxi and told the driver which cafe. After a short drive, the taxi pulled up and Greg realised he didn't have any money to pay for the fare. A pale hand suddenly reached through the open door and handed Greg the correct money to pay. The DI gave the money to the driver and got out to face Mycroft.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming. I had hoped you would still come despite your wife kicking you out." Mycroft stated as they walked to a table where Mycroft already had their usual order waiting.

"I-" He started to say that he came for the money, but that's not really why he came. "I don't know what to do, Mycroft, I just lost everything and I don't have the means to get any of it back."

"And you've gone to my brother for help, oh dear. I'm afraid you went to the wrong Holmes, Gregory. But of course I will help you properly. You will stay with me, my home is safe and comfortable, and big enough for both of us. I will supply you with lawyers, the best in the business, obviously. Anything you need." Mycroft offered to Greg.

Lestrade wasn't sure what had just happened, but Mycroft just seemed to have offered him everything he needed. "What's the catch?"

"No catch, just out of the goodness of my heart." Mycroft /did/ have an ulterior motive, but Greg had just lost his wife and kids, now wasn't the time.

"Sure, there is always a catch with you Holmes's," he sighed "but I don't really have much of a choice, thank you." Greg picked up his tuna, lettuce and mayonnaise sandwich and took a bite, washing it down with coffee.

"You are quite welcome, your things will be brought to my home, I must go for now, the car will take you there when you're ready. Good bye for now." Mycroft turned, his fingers ever so lightly brushed Lestrade's hand as he moved towards his own black car, gracefully slid into the back seat and with one last glance back, it drove away. Greg lost it in the traffic in seconds.

The DI sighed and finished the rest of the sandwich along with his coffee and threw the rubbish in the bin. It dawned on him then, that with Mycroft's help he had a fighting chance to beat his cheating bitch of an (soon to be) ex-wife in the courtroom and win his kids back. They had been separated and back together and then separated again for a while now, and the divorce papers were in the process of completion. Anne had let him live in the spare room for the past few months, mostly for the kids and because she wanted to look good, but now the bloke she had been cheating on Greg with was moving in and Anne had told Lestrade to get out. So that was that and he had suddenly found himself with nowhere to go, which was why he had turned to John and Sherlock (he made a mental note to call John later and tell him about what had happened). For some reason someone was looking out for him though, for Mycroft to offer so much and ask for 'nothing' in return was a miracle all on its own.

Greg walked to the car with a little more spring in his step, he even greeted the driver with a smile.

"Where to sir?" The driver asked once the door was closed.

Greg thought about it for a moment, he didn't actually know where Mycroft lived "Um, Mycroft's house…please?"

"Very good, sir." And the car left the curb, flowing into the sea of London traffic.