I own nothing... sadly :( this is my first Mystrade so please keep that in mind.
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It was a cold London night and Greg, John, Sherlock and Mycroft were all gathered around a recent crime scene. It had been -what one would think- suicide but no, according to Sherlock the man was pushed from the building. Greg rolled his eyes and continued to listen to Sherlocks deduction, his gaze slowly traveled over to Mycroft, who looked like he was tired and wanted to go home. The D.I. walked towards the older Holmes.
"Tired, Mycroft?" He asked placing his hands in his pockets.
Mycroft looked the D.I over, and gave him a half smile. "Terribly so, Gregory. Did my brother bore you?" He asked.
"Yeah. I don't see how John can stand living with him. I can barely stand two hours with him." Greg replied moving closer to Mycroft, as he did so he felt a few rain drops hit his skin, he let out a light sigh and looked up at the sky. "It doesn't look like it should be raining." He said looking back at Mycroft, who had opened up his umbrella as Greg was talking, Greg moved to stand under the umbrella causing him to be a foot away from Mycroft.
"That is London weather for you, you never know what's going to happen." Mycroft said moving closer to the detective.
Greg felt his face heat up, he was blushing. He reached out and grabbed the hand that was down by Mycrofts side. Greg smiled up at the Holmes, who too was blushing, he stepped closer and took the umbrella from Mycroft with his free hand. Greg leaned forward and placed a light kiss to Mycrofts lips.
Mycroft stiffened at the action, but quickly melted into the kiss. He placed his hand in the small of Greg's back, pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss.