A/N: Ok this is the last chapter for this week. I swear I'm spoiling you all but I couldn't leave things the way they are.
xXx
It had been a few weeks since Sherlock had visited Greg at Scotland Yard. There had been a little trouble in getting Sherlock the ability to officially work for Scotland Yard, but a call from Mycroft later and the young genius was back to working with Greg and his team.
When Greg had broken the news to his team, Donovan had stoicly accepted it. Anderson however flipped out; he loudly demanded to know if it was all an elaborate joke and when Greg told him it wasn't, he turned in his transfer papers.
Life was starting to normalize for Greg since Sherlock's return. He had even been reflecting on what the younger man had told him. It was true that Mycroft had been secretive, but the politician had never outright lied to him. They had been so good together and around Sherlock's return they had been talking about moving in together. Greg knew he couldn't just give up on that.
Greg had just dropped his kids off and climbed back into his car. He turned the vehicle on and music he didn't recognize came through his speakers. He looked down and saw that Lizzie had left her Ipod connected to his sound system. He was about to unplug it and walk it up to the house when the lyrics of the song caught his attention.
Suddenly the moment's here. I embrace my fears. All that I have been carrying all these years. Do I risk it all? Come this far just to fall? Faaaaaall
Oh I can trust. And boy, I believe in us. I am terrified to love for the first time. Can't you see that I'm bound in chains? And finally found my way. I am bound to you. I am, oh I am. I'm bound to you.
The song ended and Greg turned the Ipod off, soaking in what he just heard.
Suddenly he pulled out of the drive way and without truly knowing it drove to the Diogenes Club.
He parked and walked in, going straight to the office they kept for Mycroft's meetings. He sat down on the sofa and paitently waited for My to arrive.
Mycroft walked in, surprised to see Greg, pain showing in his eyes but his face is stoic.
"What are you doing here?" He asked calmly.
"I came to see you"
"About?"
Greg got up and walked over to Mycroft. My's heart was beating fast, his mind was thinking this was just another one of the dreams he'd been having that was only going to hurt when he woke up.
Greg stopped in front of him. The proximity was killing Mycroft, the pain showing through his mask of calm. Greg cupped My's cheek and kissed him softly after a moment of nervous hesitation.
Tears slipped out of the redhead's closed eyes and Greg felt them run over his hands. He pulled away, leaning his forehead against Mycroft's.
"What's wrong My?" he asked confused.
"This is just a dream and will only hurt when I wake up."
"It's not a dream" Greg kisses My again. Mycroft pulled away.
"Why?" he asked brokenly.
"Because I am bound to you" Greg replied, repeating the words that Mycroft used to reassure him after Sherlock's faked suicide.
Mycroft's breath caught in his throat. Greg wiped away the tears My had shed with his thumbs.
"I love you My and I was a fool to break up with you."
"No you weren't. I hid things from you. You felt like you couldn't trust me. How could you stay with someone you don't trust?"
"But that's the thing I do trust you. You may not tell me every detail of your day, but with good reason. I was hurt because you didn't tell me about Sherlock and it reminded me of how Amanda had been about her affairs. I've come to the realization now that you're not her and would never do that to me."
Mycroft bit his lip and nodded. He still had some reservations that Greg would change his mind, but that wasn't going to stop him from being with the man he loves.
"We can take things slow if you want, but I don't plan on going anywhere." Greg said seeing the slight hesitation in Mycroft's eyes.
My smiled for the first time since Sherlock's return.
"Would you like to join me for dinner Gregory dear?"
Greg returned the smile and replied, "I'd be delighted Mycroft darling."
The two men left the building arm in arm, feeling lighter than they had in weeks.
Dinner ended in Greg's bed both men naked and drenched with sweat, their breathing returning to normal. Mycroft curled into Greg and placed a kiss to the older man's neck.
"So much for taking it slow" Greg said with a smile. Mycroft chuckled and Greg kissed him lazily.
"It makes no sense for us to take things slow love."
"I know it's just sometimes better if people re-enter a relationship slowly."
"But not us" Mycroft added with a smile.
"No, not us" Greg amended. He looked down at the redhead wrapped in his arms, realizing just how miserable he had been without him.
"God I missed you" Greg breathed out.
"I missed you too love."
"I love you My and I don't plan on ever leaving you again."
Mycroft couldn't help the smile that split out across his face before replying, "I love you too Gregory."
