A/N: I felt bad about the last chapter being so short, to where I decided to give you this one as well. I'm going to be rushing to get the next chapter done on time but, you know what you guys are worth it.

Just a warning, even though Rosamund Pike is a real person this is a fictional portrayal of her. I needed someone famous and in the process she became Mycroft's best friend that he met in uni.

So enough of my insecure rambling, I'll let you get to reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, those are the creations of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and most importantly Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It's their sandbox and I'm just playing in it.

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Greg pulled up the drive of the address Mycroft had given him. He parked and got out of his car smoothing the front of his blazer. He walked to the door and rung the doorbell.

A few moments later and there stood Rosamund and Greg was frozen in awe.

"Are you Detective Inspector Lestrade?"

Greg cleared his throat. "Yes Ms. Pike, you can call me Greg."

"And you can call me Rosa. Why don't you come on in, we've been waiting for you."

Greg nodded his head and stepped inside. Rosa closed the door and led Greg to the lounge where Mycroft was sitting cup of tea in hand.

"Look what I found outside My. Do you want him cause I already have one and I don't need another" Rosa said playfully.

Mycroft put his cup down on the coffee table and got up, smiling. "Hmm I think I'll take him."

Greg looked between the two a bit confused. Rosa grinned at Mycroft and the two laughed. Greg sighed, realizing he was the butt of a joke between the two. Mycroft calmed down and kissed Greg lightly.

Rosa stopped laughing and smiled at the two together. She hadn't seen Mycroft this happy in a long time.

"So are you the Gregory that My has been going on about?"

"Rosa!" Mycroft exclaimed, blushing.

"What I'm your best friend, I have a right to ask these questions."

Greg chuckled. "Well I certainly hope so. If he has someone else named Greg I'll feel very used."

"Oh My, I approve of this boyfriend."

Mycroft blushed harder and averted his gaze, while Greg coughed nervously. Rosa raised an eyebrow but let it go.

"I'm sorry, I've forgotten my manners. Gregory would you like to sit and have a cup of tea."

"Yes please."

They all sat down and Rosa poured Greg a cup of tea. Mycroft picked his up from the coffee table and sipped from it. It was silent for a bit, nobody really wanting to broach the subject why they were all there.

"So Rosa, My told me you two met at uni."

"Yes, we met our first year at Oxford in an introductory literature course. We had to discuss in groups The Canterbury Tales, My was sitting to the side looking bored and not participating. I called him out on it, saying he had nothing to say because he didn't do the reading. This smug bastard just grinned and made me eat my words by giving an in-depth analysis that had everyone including the professor surprised. After that I kept bugging him and he grudgingly accepted my friendship."

"And you had a huge crush on me" Mycroft added with a smile.

"Well you were cute and smart but alas I wasn't your type" Rosa sighed dramatically.

Greg frowned, having a sense of déjà vu with this story. It was a lifetime ago but it reminded him of someone he had met when he was young, and Greg started to wonder if Mycroft was the man that took his breath away when he was 21.

Mycroft chuckled unaware of Greg's contemplation. "Well you did lack a certain body part."

The room went quiet and and everybody's expression went somber.

Greg put his cup on the coffee table and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees clasping his hands together.

"Why don't you tell me about these packages you've been getting."

Rosa put her cup down as well and grabbed a small card handing it to Greg. "At first I was sent flowers with this note. To you with love, An Admirer. I thought it was a harmless fan sending his best wishes, but then the flowers stopped and the packages started coming in the mail with the same note. I hired a private investigator to look into it because I didn't want the media to start prying into my life; but when he couldn't find anything and the packages kept coming I called Mycroft for help."

Greg took the card and listened intently. "Have you noticed anyone following you? Gotten any threats?"

"No I haven't gotten any threatening messages in any form. I don't really pay attention to who's following me because I know there's always at least one photographer trying to get a photo of me when I least expect it. I know that's not really smart, but I've found if you don't pay attention to paparazzi they leave you alone."

Greg nodded and sat back in the chair. "I promise I'll do everything I can to catch this guy."

"Thank you Gregory. It puts my mind at ease that your on the case. My speaks very highly of you."

Greg smiled and looked at Mycroft. "Does he now?"

"Of course. You're one of the best Scotland Yard has to offer" Mycroft said with soft smile.

Greg averted his eyes, humbled by the praise Mycroft was giving him.

"So Gregory, you must tell me more about yourself."

"I don't know what to tell you, I'm not that interesting."

"Oh tush, I find that hard to believe. My here is very picky and wouldn't date anyone that was less than interesting." Greg looked over at Mycroft who became very interested in how his cup was placed on its saucer, which made Greg smirk. "Why don't you tell how you decided to become a homicide detective."

"Its not a very happy story" Greg said, his expression somber. He looked at Rosa and sighed, she had the same determined look his daughter would get when she wanted to know something.

"It was the summer I turned 18. Me and my best mate had this band, we weren't that bad and had a decent following in town. We had just gotten done with a show to celebrate my birthday at this god awful bar; our other mates had taken off and we were locking up the van, getting ready to leave, when I realized I had left my jacket inside; I went back inside to get it."

Greg closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Mycroft put his tea down and put a hand on Greg's arm. Greg opened his eyes and grabbed Mycroft's hand, interlacing their fingers. He shot Mycroft a grateful smile before continuing.

"When I came out Dan was slumped against the van and some guy was going through his pockets. I yelled and the guy bolted before I could get a good look at him. He had stabbed Dan and I tried my hardest to stop the bleeding, but the blade had nicked his lung. I screamed myself hoarse trying to get help, but by the time it came it was too late."

Greg took a deep breath as he squeezed his eyes shut, a tear slipped past and rolled down his cheek. Mycroft squeezed Greg's hand, letting him know he was there for him.

"I'm so sorry. Did they ever catch the guy?" Greg opened his eyes, the tears still there but held back by force of will.

"Not until years later. When I scared the guy he dropped the knife he used to stab Dan. They didn't get him until my third year at uni, and it was only because he was arrested in a drugs bust."

Rosa put a hand on Greg's knee and squeezed it, her face apologetic. "I'm sorry for dragging all that up."

Greg wiped his eyes and patted Rosa's hand. "It's alright." Mycroft pulled their intertwined hands to his lips and kissed Greg's knuckles. This made Greg smile; he leaned over the arm of his chair and kissed Mycroft. Rosa sat back in her seat, watching the two smiling.

Rosa cleared her throat after a few moments and the two broke apart, Mycroft blushing and Greg smiling sheepishly.

"Gregory, I have to say I'm curious. You're an attractive man in your 40s and still single."

"Actually I was married for 15 years. The divorce was finalized early this year."

"Oh." Rosa pursed her lips. "Do you have any children?"

Greg's face brightened. "I have three adorably frustrating kids." Greg dug a photo out of his wallet and handed it to Rosa. "Daniel, Thomas, and Elizabeth. Daniel's 13 and just started playing football, Thomas is 9 and his nose is always glued to a book, and little Lizzie turned 7 not too long ago and has expressed interest in being a ballerina. Their mother got custody, but I try to see them as often as I can."

Rosa smiled and handed the photo back to Greg. "They're beautiful. Shame you don't get to see them all the time."

Greg nodded and put the photo away. They sat in silence for a few moments. Mycroft checked his watch and stood up.

"Rosa my dear, I fear I must leave you."

Rosa stood "Government can't run without you pulling its strings, eh." She said teasingly as she hugged Mycroft giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Mycroft smiled. "Much to everyone's disappointment, I only occupy a minor position within the government."

Greg stood chuckling. "Yes and I'm a bobby." Rosa giggled while Mycroft sighed. "I'm afraid I have to get going as well. If you get another package or threatening messages, don't hesitate to call me." Greg pulled out a card with his number on it and wrote his mobile number on the back. He handed the card to Rosa.

Rosa took the card and pulled Greg into a hug. "It was lovely to meet you. I do hope to see you again on different circumstances." She placed a kiss on his cheek and let him go.

"I couldn't agree more" Greg said smiling. He took Mycroft's hand and walked out of the house.

"So beautiful, would you like a lift?"

"That'd be lovely Gregory."

Greg unlocked his car and they climbed in.

As he drove away, Greg decided to ask Mycroft about something that was bugging him.

"Rosa said something back there and it got me thinking."

"Oh and what was that?"

"Well you know we've been dating for about a month and I don't see us stopping any time soon."

"Yes?" Mycroft didn't see where Greg was going with this.

"Well what I'm trying to get at is that we've been together for a while and I want to know what are we?"

"Oh" Mycroft took a few moments to think about before answering. "I suppose, if you wanted to…..you could call me your boyfriend."

Greg smiled "Alright." It was silent in the car as Greg drove. He flicked his eyes over to Mycroft, seeing the redhead looking out the window, his face a bit pensive.

"You know if you wanted you could call me your boyfriend as well."

Mycroft looked at Greg and smiled. He leaned over and placed a kiss on Greg's cheek causing Greg's smile to widen.

They continued on in silence. Greg pulled up in front of the Diogenes Club and looked at Mycroft. The redhead smiled and pulled Greg close, kissing him deeply. Greg returned the kiss eagerly, opening his mouth, inviting Mycroft in.

They sat there snogging like a couple of teenagers. Greg broke the kiss when the need for oxygen became too great. Mycroft chuckled while trying to catch his breath.

"What?"

"I'm sure anybody walking by had quite the show."

Greg looked out the windshield to the sidewalk, seeing people walk past quickly, and laughed.

Mycroft chuckled again and moved to get out of the car when Greg's hand stopped him. He looked back at Greg, who gave him a soft kiss.

"See you tonight?" Greg asked when Mycroft pulled away.

"Of course" Mycroft placed one last peck to Greg's lips and got out of the car, walking into the club. Greg watched him, biting his lower lip, then drove back to New Scotland Yard.

xXx

Ok, that chapter went places I did not intend it to go. When I was writing it, the stuff just came to me and they happened, but it seemed so right.

I hope you liked it, if you didn't let me know.