Disclaimer: They're not mine! I didn't steal them, officer! I just found them tied up in the back of my car, I swear. I was just on my way to return them. What do you mean this is the road to the airport? Is it really? Well, I've never been to London before so you'll have to forgive me for getting lost. Of course I have a plane waiting on me I was headed home when Sherlock, John and Greg appeared in the backseat of the car I'd rented. I had nothing to do with it.

A/N: This chapter is mostly if not all flashbacks. Mycroft is telling Greg about things they've done together in an attempt to get Greg to remember him and their life together. Let me know what you think and if you have any ideas of things they could have done together and you'd like me to put them into this story let me know and I'll try to work them in.

Week Two: Tuesday II

"Gregory."

Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade looked up from the mountain of paperwork on his desk at the sound of that voice coming from his office doorway. "Mycroft," he greeted with a grin.

Mycroft allowed himself to smile back at his husband of two years and one month. "Busy then?" He asked as he strode into the small office and claimed a seat across the desk.

Greg shrugged easily and leaned back in his chair. "No more than usual, Myc, why? Come to whisk me away from this drudgery and lock me up in a tower to await your pleasure?" Greg batted his eyelashes at Mycroft and tried to assume an innocent expression.

Mycroft threw his head back and laughed. "Whisk you away, yes," he admitted when he'd calmed a bit. Gregory was grinning in pleasure at him and Mycroft couldn't help but grin back. "Lock you up in a tower to await my pleasure? Not exactly though the idea does have merit." Mycroft stood up and held a hand out for Gregory. "I've told your superiors that I need your assistance with a top secret mission and that you won't be back until tomorrow. I'm not entirely sure they believed me but I find I couldn't care less."

Greg stood and grasped his husband's hand. "I couldn't either," he assured him. "Let's go."

Of course it couldn't be that easy, Mycroft realized as Gregory locked his office door. "Lestrade," a voice called out to the DI and both men turned to see who it was.

"Donovan?" Greg questioned in a tight voice. He had a date with his husband and she was going to keep them talking forever. She never had liked either of the Holmes brothers. "Can I help you with something?"

She scowled Mycroft's way and then turned back to Greg. "I've got those witness reports for the Preston case. You said you wanted to go over them again before you go to court on the 17th." She waved the file in his direction and Greg took a step back to avoid the sheaf of papers.

"Right," he sighed. "Put them in my box and I'll get to them when I get back, all right, Donovan? The trial isn't until next week anyway."

"You wanted them today," she insisted. "I really think you should take them now. Are you leaving? You can't leave. You have work to do. The requisitions are waiting for your signature. You need to sign off on those statements for the Steaders case. The coroner's report for the Daniels case is in. You really have a lot to do, Lestrade." She scowled even harder at Mycroft.

Greg smiled at Mycroft in an apologetic way. "Sorry Donovan but I have somewhere important to be. I'll take care of everything when I get back."

"Where are you going?" Donovan demanded. "I have a need to know so don't even start," she spat at Mycroft. "What happens when the Superintendent asks me where you are?"

Mycroft gave her a cold look. "I assure you Colin has far more important things to do than keep track of one errant Detective Inspector." His ever present umbrella made a soft tapping sound as he played with it.

Knowing that tapping meant irritated impatience Greg tried to soothe both of them. "The orders to accompany Mycroft came from higher up anyway," Greg pointed out. "I'm sure Chief Superintendent Grange knows exactly where I'm going."

Donovan watched them leave in jealous and impotent fury. Lestrade would never listen to her about the Holmes brothers.

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Mycroft stopped for a moment and looked over at the sofa where his husband lay. Gregory's breathing was deep and even. Mycroft shook his head with a fond smile. Had his voice really put the other man to sleep? That was good actually. It meant that deep down Gregory still trusted him. A man like Gregory didn't fall asleep in another's presence without some degree of trust.

Mycroft simply sat and watched his husband sleep peacefully. He had missed this. He hadn't realized how long it had been since the last time he'd simply sat in peace and watched Gregory sleep or work or eat or do any of a hundred things. Gregory watching was one of his favorite past times and always had been.

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Flashback

The CCTV camera panned over the crime scene and seemed to come to a stop while pointing at one person. The gray haired man was oblivious of the camera as he surveyed the scene before him with his hands on his hips and shook his head. His mouth moved but the camera had no sound and so the observer on the other end had no idea what was said. The gray haired man waved a hand and officers scurried about the scene in renewed activity.

The observer sighed. This had to be one of the stupidest things he'd ever done. The gray haired man would discover that he was being stalked soon enough and then there would be Hell to pay. The observer slowly moved his hand towards the shut off switch for the monitor when movement on the screen caught his attention.

The gray haired man had turned to face the camera head on. He lifted one hand in a wave and grinned cheekily before turning back to the coppers.

The observer's hand shot out disconnecting the monitor. How had he known? Great now his brother would find out and then he'd tell everyone that he was stalking DI Lestrade through the CCTV cameras. When had his life become so complicated?

He gave the monitor a heated glare almost hoping to melt the thing. Really how was it possible for one man to be so utterly perfect? It wasn't which meant that the DI was hiding something or that he just hadn't seen some quirk of Lestrade's that made them incompatible. He needed to redouble his efforts.

Unable to help himself he reached out for the monitor again, flicking it on and allowing the image of the handsome DI fill his senses. Maybe it was a good thing there was no sound. If Mycroft had to hear Gregory's voice as well as see him then things would no doubt get messy.

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Things had become messy with Gregory in the end. In a very good way. Mycroft trained his gaze on his husband again and sighed. Things had become messy in a very bad way now and he had no idea how to fix them, especially as Gregory didn't remember anything about their life together at the moment.

In that case Mycroft would simply remind him of all the good times and the bad times and then when Gregory remembered he'd get down on his knees, if he had to, and beg for his DI's forgiveness. He would never again take for granted that his family would still be there when he was done being busy. He would make sure they all knew exactly how important they all were to him.

Standing, he gently placed a blanket over his husbands slumbering form and headed outside to wait for Sherlock and John to arrive. He'd need to tell them to be quiet so that Gregory could sleep.