AN: Well here we are again. I can happily say that I am feeling much better after having kicked the cold that I had, not to mention that one of my friends made my week by getting me a very nice present. I always wanted a nice riding crop. I'll have to make sure that Sherlock's turns up in their new home at some point in the not too distant future... ;-) Thank you to all my lovely reviewers, readers, and everyone who has favorited and alerted this story. I love you all.

Disclaimer: I still don't own them... drat... but at least I can now say that the riding crop used in the story is really mine... lol.

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The next two days passed by far more peaceably than Greg had anticipated. John and Sherlock seemed to have come to an understanding, though it was obvious that things still had quite a ways to go before a balance would be reached. But at least he had done all he could with the advice he had given. He was just looking forward to going home. He was going to ask his wife for a divorce and take some time to himself before asking Molly out. Sherlock was right about her liking him. The consulting detective didn't know it, but the outwardly shy mortician had given him a gift at Christmas, one that was quite different from the book that she had given Sherlock. He hadn't been expecting it of course, his own gift for her had been a cheap little table book of kittens. Frankly he was embarrassed about it now, no matter how she had gushed over it at the time. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the deceptively delicate looking chain that she had given him. It had a little pendant of a cat hanging from it and a small tag with her initials and his. She had told him that it didn't matter if he didn't wear it, she just had wanted him to have it in case he ever did.

Molly had seen so much more about him than his wife ever had. She was offering so much more too.

Undoing the clasp he brought it around his neck and tried to fasten it, just as John was entering the room.

'Do you need help?'

He nodded as he failed to get it clasped again. 'Yeah. This sodding clasp is just too small.' John held out a hand and motioned for him to bend down so he could reach. Falling to his knees Greg smiled up at his friend. 'Thanks.'

'Gift from your Dom?'

Greg nodded feeling a blush light up his cheeks. 'She gave it to me for Christmas. Left it up to me when I accepted it though. Finally decided to take her up on it.'

John's smile was bright as he helped Greg back to his feet. 'If you don't mind my asking…'

'Not my wife, no.' He let out a short laugh. 'Molly.'

John laughed. 'Really? Wow. Somehow I can see that though.' He nodded back towards the guest room's door. 'Sally's here. Sherlock and her are actually being civil for once. Thought the world might end there for a minute, but since it didn't I figured I'd come get you.'

'Thank you John. I'm going to miss you two.'

'It's not that far really. You can always come down on your off days. We'd love to have you. And be sure to tell your Mistress that we'd love to see her too.'

Greg nodded as he sighed. 'It'll be a bit before I bring Molly. Got to take care of the divorce first.'

His friend grimaced. 'Quite right. Well bring her when you can.'

'Don't tell Sherlock. He has a big enough head as it is.'

'You don't want an I-told-you-so, then.'

'No.'

John laughed again, before motioning for him to follow. They each grabbed one of his bags and headed down to where Sally and Sherlock were glaring at each other in the front room. Well, he figured, they weren't yelling yet.

'Well if you two are done staring each other down, I do have a shift tomorrow and need to get back home sometime tonight.'

'You have a shift on a Sunday?' John's voice was confused. 'I thought you didn't work Sunday's.'

He nodded, 'I do when my holiday ends on a Saturday.' He motioned to the front door. 'Let's get going Sally. You've got get me updated on the way back to town.'

'I do don't I.' Sally grinned as she took her attention away from Sherlock. 'I still need to tell you about the money problem don't I.'

He was happy when she then nodded to Sherlock and John and saw herself to the door. 'I'll see you two later. Stay out of trouble.' He pointed to Sherlock after he took his second bag from John. 'Remember we're going to find you a job here in a few weeks. I know a few people. All right?'

His friend nodded in agreement and walked him to the door. 'I'll talk to you soon. It had just better be interesting.'

'It will be.' He nodded to John. 'I'm off out. Call if you need anything.'

'Bye Greg.'

'Lestrade.'

With a hesitant step he made his way to the car and tossed his bags into the boot. With a last glance at the house he slid into the passenger seat and motioned for Sally to start off. He was going to miss those two. 'Good luck Sherlock, you're going to need it.'

'Sir?'

'Nothing Sally, just thinking out loud. Anyways tell me about how Holmes reacted to his brother's disappearance.'

'Well…'

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AN2: Oh, and not to worry there is more SH/JW goodness coming and Mycroft wompage too... The next chapter is the longest one I've written yet, so look forward to it... and here's a tiny preview for you all...

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His eyes opened long enough to see the adoring smile in John's eyes, before they slid shut again. 'Yes.' A breath went by, then two, and then three, an eternity before John's lips touched his own for the first time. Oh. His lips were soft, warm, and just a hint of the taste of dinner remained behind as John lifted his head and smiled down at him. He reached a hand up and pulled John's head back down by the lightest pressure on the back of his neck. This time he let his lips part slightly and pushed gently against the other man's mouth. He was rewarded when John's tongue slipped out and caressed his lips. His chest filled with warmth when his blogger gasped when he went a step farther and chased John's tongue back into his mouth. A few moments of this left the two gasping for breath.

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