A Cup Of Coffee

'Here we are again,' Sally Donovan commented as Greg finished interviewing yet another witness. They had a pretty sure view of the crime and were taking a few minutes to have a break.

'Mm,' Greg yawned and rubbed his eyes. He was feeling thoroughly fucked (in a very good way) and was wondering if he'd have a chance to see Mycroft when he finished work. He was also wondering if he could handle another round with the younger man.

Greg looked up and realised Sally was staring at him.

'What?'

'You got laid.'

Greg blushed instantly and turned away. It was too early to have this out with Donovan. The woman could always tell when you'd got lucky; she was the first person to realise Sherlock Holmes and John Watson had moved their relationship into the bedroom... after Mycroft Holmes, of course.

Greg didn't mind exchanging small details about his sex life (or lack thereof) with Donovan but had hoped, somewhat stupidly, that she had failed to notice his sudden uplifted mood.

Seemed he was wrong.

'Sally,' he muttered, hoping she'd move onto a different topic. But there was no stopping Sally Donovan.

'Oh come on,' she gushed, stepping closer. 'It's been too long, Lestrade. Besides, who else are you going to talk to? Dimmock?'

She raised an eyebrow and Greg sighed. She was right, of course. Though most people at Scotland Yard didn't care that Greg was gay, he didn't have a lot of people to discuss boys with. Dimmock was young and turned red whenever the word sex was uttered. Anderson was way too dirty and everyone else was just... well, Greg didn't have a lot of real friends at the Yard.

'Who was it?' Sally asked. 'The guy who decorated your office?'

Despite himself Greg grinned and Sally giggled.

'I knew it! Nobody goes to that much trouble without loving you! Come on, give us some details. Just a few, please?'

Greg chewed his bottom lip as he contemplated telling Sally all about Mycroft Holmes and the amazing things the man could do (both in the bedroom and out of it). He really wanted to talk about it with someone, share his current happiness. And who else was he going to tell? John Watson? Sherlock?

'Yeah,' Greg found himself saying, 'yeah, it was him.'

Sally was grinning from ear-to-ear. 'How romantic!'

'He sent me a heap of notes and some stuff; chocolates, food, that coffee machine. He's the one who had all that music played on Christmas Eve.'

'So the way into your pants is food, coffee, and music?'

Greg chuckled. 'It appears so.'

'What's his name?' Sally asked, blowing on her hands to keep back the chill.

Greg paused. He really didn't want Sherlock finding out he was screwing the sociopath's brother. He was hoping to keep his relationship with Mycroft a secret, at least for the moment; no doubt Sherlock would find some way to ruin it.

'Lestrade?'

Greg realised Sally was still waiting for an answer. 'Okay, what I'm about to tell you cannot leave your mouth ever, got it?'

'What?'

'I'm serious,' Greg continued. 'You can't tell anyone who I'm seeing, Sally, please.'

Sally wrinkled her nose. 'It's not the Freak is it?'

'What? No, of course not; he's with John and he'stoo young for me.'

'Okay, good,' Sally said and made a motion for her boss to continue.

'You can't tell him or John or Anderson.'

The sergeant snorted. 'Why would I tell Anderson? Even if I did he'd forget it ten minutes later.'

'Right,' Greg said and cleared his throat. 'Okay, his name's–'

'Greg!'

The two officers turned to see John Watson standing just beyond the police tape, a bag of groceries in one hand. He was wearing a beanie and a thick scarf, a black jacket pulled around his broad frame. Greg and Sally approached him quickly and he smiled, breath fogging before him.

'Damn it, Doc!' Sally said instead of hello, making John to look at her. 'Lestrade was just gonna tell me who he's shagging!'

'Sally!' Greg snapped as John's eyebrows rose.

'What?' she said, her face a mask of innocence. 'You didn't say I couldn't tell anyone you were shagging a new bloke.'

Greg sighed and John chuckled. 'Seems a lot of that's going around.'

Greg and Sally both looked at the doctor, forcing him to elaborate.

'Sherlock wanted to talk to Mycroft last night but he kept ignoring Sherlock's calls. Naturally Sherlock kept calling until Mycroft's assistant turned up and said he was busy. Sherlock took that to mean Mycroft's got a new boyfriend and was busy shagging him.'

Greg looked away from John and Sally quickly, not wanting them to connect the dots. Unfortunately for the DI, John had spent way too much time around the Holmes brothers. John could read everything on his face, in his body language, and he gaped.

'Oh,' the doctor said, eyes going slightly wide. 'Oh, wow...'

'What?' Sally demanded, always ready for new gossip.

'So what are you doing here?' Greg jumped in, glaring at John.

John grinned. 'Shopping,' he said and held up the plastic bag. 'I was passing by and thought I'd stop and say hello. I'm also having a New Year's party and you're both invited.'

Greg had been hoping to spend the countdown with Mycroft and blushed. Of course John saw it. 'Erm, I'll see what my schedule is like.'

'Yeah,' John smiled, 'that's what Mycroft said when he finally called Sherlock back.'

'Who's Mycroft?' Sally questioned as Greg blushed harder.

'Sherlock's brother,' John told her.

Sally turned to Greg. 'Is he the guy who always turns up at the Yard to bail Holmes out? The one with the real nice suits and posh voice?'

'Yeah,' Greg mumbled, not able to look at her or John. How the bloody hell had he got himself into this mess? So much for keeping his relationship a secret.

Sally nodded slowly and smiled. 'He's the one you leer at.'

'What?' Greg gasped, taking a step back. 'N-no I don't!'

Sally smirked. 'You totally do. You always straighten up your desk and your clothes when you hear he's coming up. And you sit in there for absolutely ages blathering on about crap with him. Honestly, you're like a teenage girl with a crush.'

Greg glared at her. 'I do not leer at Mycroft Holmes!'

'Well...' John said slowly and the two police officers looked at him, 'you don't have to anymore now do you? You can openly stare after last night.'

Sally's eyes immediately whipped around to stare at her boss and Greg groaned, rubbing his face.

'Right,' he mumbled before clearing his throat and looking at John. 'Not a word of this to Sherlock, hear me? If he hears this from you I'll make sure he doesn't get a case for months. And I'll be having a closer look at the serial killing cabbie; you know, the one who was shot by a person with military experience and a strong sense of morality?'

John blushed and nodded quickly. 'Yeah, 'course,' he said, 'I won't tell him; promise.'

Greg looked at Sally. 'You too, got it? Not a word to anyone.'

Sally was silent for a few seconds before asking, 'Holmes' brother?' Greg sighed. 'Way to go, sir! He's sexy!'

'Sally!'

'Right, right, he's your man.' John giggled, stopping quickly when Greg glared at him. 'Don't worry, I won't tell,' Sally said. 'Don't get your knickers in a knot.'

'Mycroft probably already did that,' John commented.

He and Sally burst out laughing, drawing the looks of everyone at the crime scene. Greg scowled, his face turning red as his friend and sergeant doubled over, John trying to speak.

'S-sorry,' he managed.

'S'cuse me?'

John and Sally straightened and turned as Greg looked at the young woman who had spoken. She was on the other side of the tape a few steps from John, a coffee-stained apron drawn around her black shirt and jeans.

She smiled and said, 'Is one of you Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade?'

'That's me,' Greg said and stepped closer to her, wondering how she knew his name.

'This was ordered for you a few minutes ago,' the girl said and held out the large cup of coffee she was holding. 'Cappuccino, two sugars, milk.'

His favourite.

'Er... thanks?' Greg said. 'Who ordered it?'

'Tall guy, nice suit, roughly in his forties with brown hair and blue eyes. He had a posh voice–' Sally and John giggled, '– and paid to have this brought over to you.'

Greg's cheeks darkened quickly and he looked down. 'Um, thank you.'

'He also wanted me to give you this.' Greg looked up and the girl handed him a piece of paper. He smiled and she said, 'Have a nice day.'

Greg flipped the paper over as the girl walked away, Sally and John leaning forward to see what was written.

A cup of coffee, just for you.

Greg smiled and looked up to see John and Sally looking equally confused. 'Long story,' he shrugged and sipped from the cup. Of course it was excellent coffee.

With a smile, John said, 'I better leave you to it and get home; Sherlock goes mad when I leave him alone for too long.' He turned to go before stopping to look back at Greg. 'Congratulations, Lestrade.'

Greg nodded as Doctor Watson left, Sally and the DI heading back to the crime scene.

'Sorry,' Sally apologised as they approached the building. 'I'm glad you're happy, really.'

'Thanks,' Greg smiled, fiddling with the note in his pocket. They climbed the steps and entered the first floor, Sally eyeing Greg from the corner of her eye.

'So...' she said slowly as they stepped back into the flat, a grin playing at her lips. 'He must be good in bed; you're walking a bit funny.'

Greg groaned.