((I give up attempting to edit these into anything resembling structure if FF is just going to ignore it all.))

Greg pulled up outside 221b and sighed, freeing his seatbelt and allowing himself a minute to breathe before climbing out the car. He headed reluctantly inside and up to the flat.

"Ah! Lestrade, what could you possibly want here?"

Greg was all set to answer Sherlock, when he saw Mycroft turn around to look. Their eyes met and a barely there smirk settled briefly on Mycroft's lips. A burst of lust shot down to Greg's groin and he bit back a groan.

"... Well I know they're dumbing down the police but this is ridiculous."

Greg managed to look away from Mycroft, only to glare at Sherlock.

"Shut up. I need you to look at something for me."

"I thought you had nothing for me."

"Well that was earlier."

Sherlock smirked. "So what you're saying is you're stuck, again?"

Greg breathed deep, eyes glancing to Mycroft's for a second before answering with an awkward

"Yes."

Mycroft raised his head as he sensed Greg was uncomfortable, and decided to step in.

"Well then, Sherlock. Doesn't that cure this boredom I'm tired of hearing about?"

Sherlock frowned, mouth open to speak as Mycroft shot a look at Greg.

"Yeah. Good point, I'll take that as yes to the help?"

Mycroft stood as Sherlock seemed lost for words. "Very good, Now I'm afraid I'm in a bit of a rush."

"You're not the only one,"

Mycroft smiled, "Walk you out, Inspector?"

A shiver ran up Greg's back as the term slipped from Mycroft's lips, "Yeah, can do."

John bit back a laugh as the two made to leave, responding in kind to their goodbyes. He waited until the door closed before slipping over to Sherlock.

"Oh cheer up."

He said softly, running a hand through Sherlock's hair before it was shook loose. He merely grinned, and dropped a quick kiss to his forehead.

"You've been dying for some work and don't deny it."

The door had barely closed before Greg found himself pressed up against the wall next to it, Mycroft's hand on his chest as his mouth found Greg's own. They kissed deeply for a while, until Greg managed to push Mycroft back enough to breathe.

"Miss me, Darlin'?"

Mycroft smirked, "Rather a lot, actually. Why... did you not miss me?"

"Course I did," Greg breathed as he pushed their mouths together again.

Mycroft's smirk didn't waver until Greg's tongue found his lip, letting them part as they pressed together again. Greg's hands clutched Mycroft's hips as their heads tilted, Mycroft's own moved to Greg's shoulder, his other still holding his umbrella still at his side, tilting his head away from it as the kiss deepened.

"Oh..."

Greg frowned, and it took a moment for him to realise that noise hadn't come from Mycroft. In fact, Mycroft wasn't even kissing him any more, but was instead looking to Greg's left. Greg followed his gaze only to see John stood in the doorway, staring at them with a bemused smile on his face.

"John... Oh, crap.."

John tried to fight his smile as Greg's eyes closed, hiding his head in Mycroft's shoulder for a moment before realising and standing up straight.

"Greg...it's alright." He opened his eyes to glance awkwardly at John, who merely shrugged a little.

"Really?"

"Yes, wow...You two, that's..."

"Unexpected?"

He looked to Mycroft. "Hah, yeah. That."

"I must agree John, it rather was for us a bit, too."

"Oh, yeah?"

Greg nodded, "yeah... Wasn't exactly, planned or anything..."

John smiled, "When is it ever?"

Greg grinned, "Yeah, good point. Listen, about Sherlock..."

"Yes, we'd rather he didn't know for now."

John looked at the two men. "You really think I could keep this secret from him?"

"If anyone can keep my brother in the dark about something, it'd be you. Just until we know for ourselves what this is."

John shrugged but agreed. "Alright, but if he figures it out..."

"Then you let me know."

He smiled at Greg, "Oh, at once! Now gents, I believe you were meant to be in a rush, and I need to get to my room." Mycroft stepped back, letting John past him to the second flight of stairs.

"Yes. We should be heading off, Goodbye John, thank you for this."

"Yeah, thanks mate. I just don't fancy dealing with him yet, you know?"

John grinned. "Oh I know, alright. Though if you're intent on him not finding out, you should probably reconsider your hook up choices."

Greg looked away as he felt his cheeks heat up, but Mycroft merely smirked. "We'll keep it in mind, see you soon John."