I'm sorry for the long wait! I truly am! Please forgive me *Sobbing in corner*
But anyway, here it is! Chapter 3.
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Tea

"Oh come on Mycroft! One chip won't kill your diet!" Gregory looks at me, it must be that there is a look of horror on my face, I've never seen so much fat in one portion of chips! And to be honest the fish isn't much better. "Do you really eat this stuff?" I look back at smiling Gregory, a beautiful smiling Gregory!

"Of course! Why not?" He laughs when he sees another wave of disgust and horror rolling over my face. "Come on, just taste it. They aren't that bad!"

I try to focus on something else then Gregory his smiling face and his deep amazing eyes. It isn't really working.

We're sitting close to each other on one of the many benches that the city of London holds, we're still soaked, but not as bad as in the beginning. Luckily for us it's a summer night and the hotness from the day is still lingering around in the air and our damp clothes actually give us some coolness. "Alright then" I sigh. "Here" Gregory holds one of his chips right in front of my face. For a second I look at him, does he really expect me to… But then all of my doubt disappears and I take the chip in my mouth.

To be honest it doesn't taste that bad, but it's still a diet killer! No matter what Gregory may say!

"Not that bad." I admit, giving the other man a shy smile. As I turn away to eat my own chips I can feel his eyes on me. Why is Gregory looking at me? Do I have something on my face?

For a second I feel really insecure but then I hear the DI's soft voice. "You really should smile more."

I almost choke in my chips. "Pardon me?" I pretend as if I didn't hear him clearly. "I said that you should smile more. The stress of your job can be read from your face."

I'm really stunned, can be read from my face? Should I pay more attention to my appearance? Even more then I'm already doing?

Why does Gregory Lestrade have the annoying gift to make my knees go weak and feel really insecure about myself.

"It's not a bad thing, don't get me wrong-" Gregory gives me a smile "-It's just that you're always frowning a little, as if you have the weight of the whole nation on your shoulders."

I just look at him, why is he saying this? Gregory isn't the type to talk like this! "And I like you more when you smile." Is the last thing the DI ads.

I look away, it seems that Gregory doesn't only have the gift to make my knees go weak and to make me feel insecure, he also has the gift to make me blush!

~0~

The cab stops at his doorstep. It's a sad thing we already have to say goodbye! After the 'dinner' we went for a little walk. We both hadn't said anything about what happened, about what Gregory had said.

"So, you want to come in? Your clothes are still wet. I can borrow you some of mine, even if they are to big for you." He smiles so sweet, he's so sweet! To sweet for his own good!

"No thank you, you know, appearance and all" I'm such an idiot! WHY CAN'T I JUST ACCEPT!

"Ah, to bad. But you can still come in. What about a cup of tea to wash away the fat from the chips?"

He tries so hard, so hard that it's almost impossible to miss his intentions, but then again it could be that I'm just imagination these 'intentions'. "You're right, a cup of tea won't hurt." I smile. I'm thinking about doing that more, because Gregory likes it when I smile.

Gregory's apartment is small, and kind of messy. Not the messy that I'm used from my brother, but the kind of messy that could be expected from a single, hard working man. "I'm sorry for the mess." Gregory says, as if he can read my thoughts. "It's no problem." I try to act as a normal friend. And I'm pretty sure that I failed.

"I have never been good at cleaning, and after my wife-" Gregory bit his lip. "-Well you know, it seems like it has only gotten worse."

Everyone knew that Gregory his wife had left him, their marriage had bleed out, and of course it hadn't helped that 'Mrs. Lestrade' had found out of her husband his interest in other males. "And haven't you thought about a housecleaner?"

Gregory started to laugh, and when he does I see what a stupid question I have just asked. "Well, being a DI doesn't pay that good!"

I love how Gregory can talk about things like that. Other people would be offended, but not him. He smiles and looks oh so sexy when he does!

"You can sit down, I'll make some tea." Gregory walks away. Grabbing a towel and throwing it towards me on his way to the kitchen. I catch it easily, it feels ruff for some reason, but that could also be because I'm used to nothing less than the highest quality.

"What kind of tea do you want?" Gregory yells from the kitchen, he sounds close, that must mean that his apartment is smaller than I had originally thought.

"Is earl gray alright? I'm afraid I have nothing else." His head pops around the corner. The kitchen must be on the other side. "Yes, yes of course."

As Gregory's head disappears again I turn around, noticing the strangely lighted wall on the other side of the living room. 'why would Gregory have so much photographs?' I think to myself as I walk towards is. I expect photo's of his family, nephews and nieces, uncles and aunts, his parents, brothers and sisters and perhaps an old photo when he was younger. But it's nothing of that sort.

There are all kind of different people looking at me from the wall. Black and white, Asians and Latino's, children and older people. Some of the pictures have little notes in the corners, others have complete letters hanging near them.

"You like it?" Gregory appears next to me, holding two cups full with hot, steaming tea. He offers one to me and I give him a silent 'thank you'. "What is this?" I ask. And for one of the first times in my life I have truly no idea.

"You could call this my wall of fame." Gregory smiles and as he looks at the photo's his eyes light up. And I can see that he is proud, for whatever strange reason. "Your wall of fame?"

"These are all the people that I could save."

~0~

Gregory tells me everything about the people on his wall. He knows every name, every story, everything about the persons. They sure are like children to him. And I see, with pain in my heart that he would make a better father then I could ever be, even if I tried at my hardest.

"You sure care about them don't you." We're sitting on his sofa, the thing is to cramped to sit comfortable, so our sides touch. Something that shouldn't make my heart flutter but sadly does. "Yea, I think every cop has them, but I'm not hiding it, that's the difference." He has changed clothes, he's now dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a blouse that is only half buttoned up. Damn tease that he is, doesn't he see how the little sight of skin makes me mad?

Gregory yawns, letting his head hang backwards, showing the pale skin of his throat. If I didn't love the man so much I would have killed him by now.

"Tired?" I ask him teasingly. "No, of course not." He gives me a, just as teasing, wink in return.
If I'm honest I don't want to leave, but If Gregory is tired I should be a gentleman and leave the DI alone. "I think I should go, you have a busy day tomorrow." I give him a smile, hoping that he can see the disappointment in my eyes. "Why?" Gregory stands up, clearly and fully awake. "I can't make use of your hospitality for too long." 'DEAR GOD MYCROFT!'

"Please, stay." Gregory almost pleads, it is like he knows all my weaknesses. How can one man be so bloody perfect? "No, really Gregory, I'm afraid I can't."

Gregory looks like a lost puppy, his eyes turning big, and I could swear I could see tears blinking in the corners, he grabs my arm as if he can't let go of me. There is a voice inside my mind that whispers that Gregory is drunk, but how could he be? He hasn't drunken anything, I could know, I've been with him all the evening!

"Mycroft, Mycroft please!" He seems drunk, but there is no trace of alcohol on his breath. As he stumbles forward with desperation on his face I decide to throw away my macerate, to show the real me to the person in front of me. For I can see, that he is doing the same.

"Gregory,-" I sigh, and take the DI in my arms. I had never thought that Gregory could be so, so weak! He is crying like a child, right in my arms. And because of my love for him, I don't mind a single bit.

"I'm s-sorry" He says between sobs, and clings to me as if I'm his life line, "I just don't want you to leave me!" He's desperate. "If you don't want me to, I won't." I hold him close and rock him softly, just like I used to do with Sherlock, if the poor boy got angry or sad I would take him in my arms so I could hold him until he was sound asleep.

"I must look so pathetic right now, a grown man who's crying in another man's arms." Gregory tries to smile and I have the sudden urge to kiss away his tears, luckily for me I can control myself and settle for whipping them away with my thumb. "I don't mind." I whisper in his ear, fully speaking the truth.

As he looks up, and our eyes meet, the air around us changes. The world stops turning, a feeling I'm not familiar with, I start to panic. Why is Gregory's head moving up oh so slowly, is he really, no this can't be happening! What is-
My thoughts get cut off by Gregory his lips on my own.