'Greg, we'll need to stop soon.' Sherlock broke the quiet about half an hour later, startling John out of the light doze he had fallen into after reading the information on their new lives.

'Hair?'

'Yes, it's time to get the dye out before it sets any further.'

Dye? Sherlock had dyed his hair… 'You dyed it?' he blurted out before he could lose his nerve. He didn't figure that Sherlock would punish him for it. He never had minded when John had asked questions in the past. The worst reprimand he figured that he'd get for speaking out of turn at this point was a scathing remark on his intelligence, or a glare, rather than the crop that he'd get from Mistress Irene. It was now when Sherlock turned his head to look back at him that he noticed the tell-tell dye marks behind the other man's right ear, and the hint of ginger that hadn't quite been covered up by the dye at the back of his neck.

'Had to throw Mycroft off somehow.' Silver-green eyes met his own, a smirk shining in them. 'Heddwyn Lestrade is ginger.'

Greg nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving the road before them. 'Never realized it until Molly helped lighten it, that Sherlock is actually ginger.'

The young man turned his eyes from John to glare at the Inspector. 'Don't you dare tell anyone either.' He turned back, a hint of pink staining his cheeks. 'Mycroft never realized it either. Thank God, or this would never work.' He ran an agitated hand through his hair. 'Now we need to get the black out before we reach the inn that we are going to stay at tonight, especially before we move into our new residence tomorrow.'

John nodded as he accepted his Dom's words. It made sense that there would be something about him that would be altered to disguise them. He supposed the easiest for himself would be glasses, if Sherlock was lightening his hair. He mentioned this and received a smile from the Detective and was pleased that he had done something right for him. 'I can help you get the dye out as well if you need me to.'

'It would be appreciated. Greg is hopeless with that sort of thing.'

'Can't blame me, I've never dyed anyone's hair before. Damn good thing we decided to do it at the mortuary. Molly really helped with that.'

John was astounded, timid little Molly had helped. He looked out the window, breaking his eye contact with Sherlock. He felt guilty that he hadn't been there to help his Master. It was his job to do so. It was what Mistress Irene had spent the last six months training him for.

'You do know that she has developed a bit of a tendré for you Greg.'

'She does not have a crush on me Heddwyn. She's had a crush on Sherlock Holmes for years.'

'She has feelings for you now that I'm unavailable. Give her a nudge and get rid of that cheater that you call a wife and she'd be yours. She'd be much better for you honestly.'

Molly had feelings for Lestrade? John nearly laughed with joy at this. It meant that she wasn't after his Dom any more. Good. More for him.

SH/JW

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