AN: This chapter is a short one, just saying. :)

Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind

Greg POV

I left John and Sherlock's flat a little while after Sherlock stormed out to go to St. Bart's Hospital. I wasn't looking forward to going home, especially since Sherlock mentioned the P.E. teacher. I decided I was finally done, I was going to leave her in the morning and that was that. I couldn't put up with this anymore. The last thing I expected was for Mycroft Holmes to be standing in front of my house, looking very tired.

"I see you are back with the wife." He observed and I had to fight the urge to smack his smug look off his face. "And she is back with the P.E. teacher." He added.

"Look, I'm not in the mood tonight Mr. Holmes." I almost plead for him to just leave.

"Neither am I." he looked older suddenly, as if he aged years in mere seconds. I muse inwardly of pointing that fact out to him.

"What are you even doing here?" I ask instead, and Mycroft automatically returns to his emotionless mask.

"I have found comfort in spending my holidays alone. I don't have a lot of companions, and the ones I do I can't stand normally. However recent events have made me reluctant to return to my solitude. So I found myself here, awaiting your arrival." He motions with his umbrella to wear he was standing.

"Well as flattered as I am Mycroft, I am in no mood to entertain. In fact I don't even plan on staying here long. Just grab the essentials and then I'm off. I'm leaving her this time, and she is not getting any other chances."

"Finally." Mycroft mutters swinging his umbrella impatiently, "You should have left her," this time I interrupted him.

"You know what, just stop! Okay. I don't need to hear this right now. I know, I'm an idiot, stupid, naïve, or whatever words you could come up with, but I don't give a damn right now." I snapped at him and he actually looks taken aback.

"My intentions were not to offend you." He corrected me, probably his way of apologizing.

"Just, please, leave. I can't handle all of this right now."

"Off course," the elder Holmes agreed, "I just have one more question."

"What?" I groaned, shifting from one foot the other and crossing my arms across my chest.

"Where do you plan to go?" Those six words made me stop, and actually consider what I was planning to do.

"Shit. I guess I could ask John." I mused aloud.

"Absolutely not, John has enough to deal with tonight; Sherlock is in one of his moods." Mycroft supplied, "Do you have any other options?"

"Not that I readily want to take advantage of." My eyes glared at the bedroom window, "Guess I'm sucking it up and taking the couch."

"You have more resources than you take into account." Mycroft approached me, revealing a manila folder. "Give this to her, pack your bags and get into the car that will be waiting for you." I accepted the folder opening it in disbelief.

"Divorce papers?" Mycroft just smiled and got into his vehicle.

"A car will be waiting, try not to take too long." He ordered before signaling for his driver to go.

"Thank you!" I called after him, the realization that I was going to be staying at Mycroft Holmes' house slowly coming to light.

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