"It's about time you got around to asking him Mycroft. I mean really how much longer were you going to wait?" Sherlock asked his brother.

"I'll do things on my time thank you very much. I wasn't breathing down your neck waiting for you to ask John."

"No Mother did that for you." Sherlock glared.

"Yes, yes." Mycroft looked around the room.

"Have you told Mother yet?"

"No."

"You'll want to get round to that you know how she feels about these things." Sherlock said remembering his own verbal chewing out when his mother found out From Mycroft that Sherlock and John were engaged. By the time she found out it had already been two weeks.

"Yes well I won't wait three weeks for her to find out about us. It's only been three days." Mycroft told him getting up.

"Oh just leave already you annoy me." Sherlock told him. Mycroft smiled at his brother and left.

Lestrade went to reach around Anna to grab a file off her desk. "Sir what's that?" she asked pointing to his bracelet. "The girls made it for me. I don't get to see them often enough so I'll wear it." Greg said.

"Um... Detective Inspector Chief wants to see you in his office."

"Alright." Greg took the file with him and headed to the Chief's office.

"Lestrade have a seat."

Chief Henderson was a gray haired man in his fifties and had four children and his marriage was still surviving. "Chief if this is about the Anderson and Sally thing a few months ago I had nothing to do with it." (Well he didn't really)

"Oh please I'm glad those two are gone. I was hoping to ask you about that fellow Sherlock Holmes who comes round every now and again. I was wondering if you could get him to look at a closed case for me." Henderson said.

"That depends on him. If he thinks it's not worth his time he won't touch it but I'll check. That all?"

"Yes, yes. Oh, you can hand over the file in your hand." Greg stepped toward the desk and handed over the file. Not realizing it had been his left hand. "Congratulations are in order then. Must be a lucky fellow." Chief smiled.

Now was one of those moments where Greg could allow himself the bewildered look.

"You think I haven't noticed? I saw all the signs. You're not the only one who stays in late Gregory. Not to mention I saw you a few weeks ago with him. You were walking through the park holding hands. Now don't look like that good to see you happy been a while."

"Right."

.:*:.

When Lestrade got home later that night Mycroft had already beaten him and was in the office looking over some paper work. "Hey." Mycroft said looking at the man. "What's the face about?"

"Chief knows about us."

"That a problem?"

"No." Lestrade smiled.

Mycroft wasn't one to be confused but his lover had accomplished it in that moment. "Then what?"

"I'm actually glad that other people know about us besides and family and close friends. Come on let's go to bed I' m beat." Lestrade smiled.

Mycroft watched as Greg started his way out of the room. "What's wrong?"

"I told mother today. She wants to visit our flat. Be aware that she will most likely knit you a jumper and it will be two sizes to big. And if you find that the drapes have changed she did it." Mycroft smiled nervously.

"You know it's a good thing I deemed myself crazy I don't think I'd survive." Greg chuckled.

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