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Mycroft tried to keep his sigh and groan as obscure as possible. He couldn't help it; the 'Middle East Situation 2' was so boring that at this stage he hopes Sherlock would cause some distraction – no wait – he takes it back. The meeting is okay. He just has to push through these nice thick files on his desk.
Right then the door opened and Anthea rushed in.
"Car is waiting, there was a shootout, Sherlock and Dr. Watson was involved."
"And Gregory?" Mycroft asked, on instant alert.
"There was shots fire, one got hit, and it's the Detective. No serious injuries though." He didn't need to be told twice he was so fast out of his office on his way to the waiting car.
Once in the car Mycroft took a breath and looked at Anthea.
"What are his injuries exactly?"
"Nothing serious, the latest update state he just receive a slight graze. Sherlock doesn't know about you and the Detective does he?"
"No, it has been a very well-kept secret."
"Until today."
Mycroft nodded.
"Until today."
They shared a look, today is the day that his relationship is going to become knowledge and it is going to be in a hospital ward.
Greg looked up and sighed. Mycroft was quite a sight as he walked down the hallway straight to him, Anthea following close behind, great, his day is about to go from bad to worse.
Mycroft eyes took in the ripped shirt, the blood stains on one side, Greg's left arm was in a sling and he looked tired and in pain. He knew his ice mask was slipping as he reached out and took Greg's right hand in his.
"I came as soon as soon as I received the report about the shoot-out, I must confess I was quite worried."
Greg smiled at him.
"I'm fine, the bullet just grazed my arm, tore some muscle but no need for surgery, Sally is still in surgery, but Sherlock and John is fine…I'm sorry My…I failed in keeping them safe."
Before Mycroft could answer they heard a loud voice.
"Oh do be less of an idiot than normal Lestrade, you didn't know it was an ambush." They looked up to see Sherlock walking towards them his eyes on his phone Mycroft dropped Greg's hand just in time as Sherlock looked up. He narrowed his eyes.
"What are you doing here? The report must have said I was fine."
"It did, but as I explained to the Detective here, and I just want to make sure everyone is fine."
"No no no…." Sherlock started.
"You…but you said…Gregory…you have never called Graham Gregory before…." He trailed of as his mouth fell open and his eyes widen in realization.
"No…." He pulled a face as if he just ate beetroot and chocolate sauce or something. Mycroft sighed.
"Yes. As a matter of fact, it's been about six months now…you're slipping brother mine…I told you once…old age…it comes to us all…now if you'll excuse us, me and Gregory, would like to get a update on Sergeant Donovan."
Without waiting for an answer Mycroft helped Greg up from the bed and they started walking down the hallway in the opposite direction. Anthea looked at Sherlock and he stared at her and she smiled and winked before following her boss.