Mycroft and Lestrade had not seen much of each other in the following weeks. When Greg stopped by there was dinner and a bit of telly warm touches and passionate kisses but nothing further. They craved each other and wanted the other like never before.

Sometimes waking up in their beds alone looking at the other side imagining the body of the other sleeping peacefully.

But for the last two weeks there had not been much of seeing each other. The case had been driving him insane to the point things were staring to look the same. His main sources of food being take away and coffee. The only times he saw Mycroft were when he dropped by the office to check on the man.

When the case had finally been closed Lestarde wanted nothing more then to go home and crawl into his bed and forget the world around him.

The end result of the case had left him with two murdered families, a widow, two orphans and the dead killer who refused to go to prison for what he had done. Lestrade trudged home in what seemed like an aware stupor. Walking home through the old dirty snow and slush feeling the coldness seep right into his bones.

Lestrade finally reached his door and stopped letting his headrest on the door with a sigh. If the yard needed him they could call his house phone for he shut off his mobile. Lestrade kicked off his boots, and threw his scarf and jacket on the table in the entryway; he just couldn't be bothered at the moment.

Mycroft appeared with a glass in hand and gave it to him. He didn't say anything about it. Greg handed the glass back. "Go shower, then come to bed." Mycroft nudged him in the other direction.

The shower was hot and loosened every tight knot in his back and neck. Lestrade let the hot water run over him until it ran cold and he climbed out. Mycroft left a towel and Lestrade favorite pair of pajamas. They were Myc's the ones that Lestrade had worn his first night at Mycroft's.

In the bedroom Mycroft was already under the covers reading a book while he waited for Lestrade. Greg appeared in the doorway looking slightly better. Tired and worn but the look of frustration was gone. Mycroft set the book aside and took off his glasses. Greg was beginning to love those classes on his lover.

"Come here." Mycroft told him. Lestrade headed for his side of the bed. "No come here." Mycroft pointed at his lap. Greg sat between his lover's legs letting his headrest on Mycroft's chest. Mycroft's arms came around him in a hug. Greg had never been one for cuddling. Little touches and a warm embrace was more so but never cuddling. Mycroft seemed to enjoy it enough so he allowed his lover to indulge in it.

"It's not your fault you know." Mycroft said.

"Don't start that Myc, please not now." Greg frowned.

"How long have you been keeping it all to yourself Greg? How long have you let the emotions get so far out of control that you can't help but care?" Mycroft pressed.

"Good night Mycroft." Greg tried to pull away from the man but Mycroft wouldn't have it.

"Let go." giving the man a shove.

"Not until you tell me."

"To long." Greg said barely above a whisper.

I didn't hear you Gregory."

"I said to long. At the end of the day what matters is that some creep is going to be behind bars and others can breath a sigh of relief. But there's always one case that gets to you and you can't anything about it. Because of me two children will never know their parents. Because of me a woman is going home alone crying for her dead husband. Parents have to bury their children and grandchildren because I wasn't quick enough to catch some sicko in time."

Gregory felt drained even more but oddly better.

"There, now, was that so hard?" Mycroft asked.

"I hate you." Greg kissed the man's cheek.

"I love you, too." Mycroft shifted so they were lying down with Greg's head over his heart and his arm coming around the smaller man's shoulders.

"Because of you parents and children get to sleep in peace for another night without worry hanging over their heads. There is a woman kissing her children good night and going to bed because of you and there is a man warm in his bed with the only man he could ever truly love." Mycroft said pulled Greg closer.

"You're hopeless."

"You love it."

"Myc?"

"Hm?"

"Could you do that thing you usually do that helps me sleep?" Greg asked sheepishly.

"This?" Mycroft shifted a bit and let his fingers work through Greg's hair while he traced small circles into the small of the man's back. Greg was quickly slipping off into sleep wrapped in the warmth of his lover's arms.

Haha another chapter done and gone. Now everyone I will ask that you review please or just put in the song and artist is asked for. It'll pay off with hilarity in the end.