AUTHOR'S NOTE: I shall hereby issue a Fluff warning and the imminent danger of increased cavities for the remaining chapters of this story. We are LONG overdue for some happiness. My constant thanks to Spades for always adding that extra Oompf to each chapter. I hope you have all taken a chance to explore her beautiful stories as well. Enjoy friends! I look forward to hearing from you all. :-D Cynthia
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Once John had broken the tension, the aftermath dissolved into a familiar pattern of controlled chaos as the operation ran it's course. Having achieved the objective he was responsible for, Sherlock promptly escorted his pregnant mate from the house and into the back of one of Mycroft's sedans. As the car pulled off, taking them back towards their home and safety, Sherlock wrapped John in his arms, scenting him heavily as he stroked over the protruding belly. Despite the entire operation being planned out carefully ahead of time, every precaution taken, and his inherent trust in John's abilities, the Alpha was still stressed from putting his mate and offspring at risk. He needed to get them all home where they were safe and the bond could be soothed. There was only one stop he was required to make.
Doctor Johnson was on stand-by, pacing nervously around his now empty office while awaiting some word from Mycroft or Sherlock. The brief text was a welcome relief and when the sedan pulled up outside, he was waiting for the couple. He was pleased that John looked fine, even annoyed at the Alpha for bringing him here. However, they both knew Sherlock well. After being in Moriarty's hands, there was no way he would take John home without a thorough examination. With a shrug and a sigh, John followed Doctor Johnson into the exam room and climbed up onto the table. Thankfully everything checked out, though Doctor Johnson insisted on leaving the babies on the monitor for a full hour just to be safe. There was no sign of premature labor, the triggering of which had been a major concern during planning. A slight increase in both heart rates and increased fetal activity overall, were the only things he observed and those could be attributed to the adrenaline of the day's events. After the hour was up, Doctor Johnson happily released the couple to go home, insisting he would still see John for his usual check-up.
Arriving home, they quickly gave the necessary greetings and reassurances to Mrs. Hudson before climbing the stairs and locking themselves into their sanctuary. Once inside, they held each other close for the longest time, merely basking in the glow of their mutual love and the overwhelming relief that came with knowing Moriarty was gone. Sherlock pulled back, cupping John's face tenderly as he leaned in for a kiss. It was only a brief kiss, as a moment later Sherlock released his mate and began to strip him carefully right where they stood.
John began to protest but the bond allowed him to sense his mate's desperate need to care for him. Moriarty's words had affected the Alpha after all. The Omega remained quiet and let his mate do what he needed to in order to feel better.
Once the Alpha had his mate stripped, he led him silently to the shower, their bond providing all the communication they needed. Sherlock started the water and helped John under the spray before stripping himself and joining him. With gentle caresses and frequent kisses the two men washed each other, ridding themselves of any foreign scents. The Alpha was equally attentive to helping his mate from the shower and toweling him off, not even bothering with their robes as they walked to their bedroom. He coaxed John into their bed before he finally spoke, "Do you want something to eat? Need a drink?"
John smiled affectionately, shaking his head as he held out his hand, "No. I don't need anything but you. Come here." One small tug was all it took to bring his mate to their bed and into his arms.
It was many hours later before they gave a thought to anything other than slow love making interspersed with bouts of sleep. Tomorrow would be a brand new day...a new page in their lives. Neither man was in any particular rush to get there, however.
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Mycroft and his brother appeared to be of like minds when it came to their respective mates. The official barely managing to assure the operation was running to plan before handing things over to Anthea and going in search of Gregory.
He found him sitting on the back of an ambulance, sporting a small bandage to his forehead and temple while he glared suspiciously at the tactical officer standing guard over him.
Mycroft fought the irrational urge to chuckle when he looked at the officer. The Alpha must have been far more intimidating than he realized, judging by the look of the poor man. He stood with his weapon at the ready, his eyes darting about on high alert for any threat that might endanger his charge before he was safely retrieved. Mycroft thought he rather resembled a rabid terrier.
Greg caught sight of Mycroft approaching and was on his feet instantly, relief evident on his face at seeing his future mate unscathed. But the motion did not go unnoticed by his guard who quickly moved in front of him and drew on the man approaching them. Gregory's eyebrows shot up abruptly and he gave Mycroft a look that very clearly said 'Help me here!'.
Mycroft would have certainly laughed then but the man holding a gun on him required his attention at the moment. Quickly summoning the Alpha, Mycroft growled softly at the man, "While I appreciate your unfailing devotion to your orders and to the Detective Inspector, I believe it would be wise for you to lower your weapon now. You have fulfilled your task admirably and, as you can see, I have returned to claim my mate." Mycroft had no control over the way the Alpha's voice purred out the words claim my mate, nor the suddenly heated gaze he raked over his Omega. His behavior was positively shameful but Gregory didn't appear to mind in the least.
Greg was a strong man but he was also an Omega faced with his Alpha. He heard the claim in both the words and the voice, causing him to grip the rear of the ambulance to remain standing as his knees tried to buckle. The heated flush over his skin only deepened under the sharp gaze of the Alpha.
The guard took one look between them both before saluting Mycroft smartly and making himself scarce.
Mycroft wasted no time then, reaching Gregory and pulling him into a tight embrace, kissing him deeply as he tried to convey the chaos of his current emotions. They had purposefully remained separated from each other these past few weeks. Now they no longer had to do that, and both men seemed to realize that they couldn't part again. When they broke for air, Mycroft held his mate close, his voice husky and soft with suppressed passion as he spoke into the ear beneath his lips. "You are coming home with me tonight, to my bed...our bed. I was careless and I nearly lost you. I shall not spend another moment without you by my side."
Greg had never been so overwhelmed and carried away by an Alpha, he knew in his gut that this was where he was meant to be; the Alpha to whom he always truly belonged. He drew a shaky breath and clung to his Alpha as he replied, "And I could have lost you. There is no where else I would rather be than with you. It's not as if you haven't figured out already that I am yours, My." He glanced up, teasing the government official lightly, though not in any real doubt over the answer, "If you'll have me, that is...be my Alpha." He was greeted with a loud growl as Mycroft lifted him into his arms and began to stride purposefully towards the car that would take them home.
The ride back into London was quiet, the two future mates pressed tightly together in the back seat, their hands joined and fingers intertwined. Greg rested his head on Mycroft's shoulder and relished the small kiss he felt on his brow. A sense of slow simmering passion and restrained anticipation dominated the thoughts of both men as they moved closer to their destination.
Arriving at the stately townhome Mycroft used when he was in London, Greg found himself decidedly nervous. The Alpha was so beyond his league, but still everything he knew he wanted. When the Alpha presented his hand to help Greg from the car, the detective inspector breathed in deep and clasped the offered hand.
Mycroft was quite possibly even more anxious than Gregory. They walked into the entry hall and paused while the Alpha disarmed the alarm. Mycroft ushered his Omega into the home they would now share and quickly secured the premises once again. Taking Gregory's calloused hand he led him through the darkened rooms to a spacious kitchen, the full tour could wait for later.
Greg took the stool Mycroft indicated at the island and watched in surprise as the man opened the fridge and produced a cold bottle of his favorite beer. The Alpha opened the brew deftly and handed it over. At the raised eyebrow he received from the Omega, Mycroft merely shrugged. "I do believe in being prepared and I assumed a positive outcome for our maneuvers tonight." Greg chuckled as he took a long pull from the bottle, not missing the hungry way the Alpha watched him. Before he could say anything, Mycroft spoke again, "I've got to check on some things regarding the operation and the follow-up it will require. I thought you might wish to call the children and let your sister know where you will be. You may do so here while I step into my office for a few minutes. I shall return promptly when I have finished." He leaned forward, kissing Gregory softly. "Please make yourself at home, Gregory. Help yourself to another beer or anything else you might want...it is, after all, your home too." Greg could hardly believe it but he smiled and nodded just the same, pulling out his cell as Mycroft turned to leave.
His call did not take long. He had been preparing the children for the advent of a new Alpha in Daddy's life, over the past three weeks. They had met Mycroft and, though he suspected some bribery on his new mate's part, the children had liked him well enough. His sister could see the strength of his connection to Mycroft right away and was beyond pleased for him. He was not foolish enough to think there would not be some adjustment once the moving and changes actually went into effect but the children wanted their Daddy to be happy. In the innate way of all children, they seemed to know that Mycroft made him happy and subsequently accepted him rather easily as a new component in their lives. Once his family was reassured as to his health and informed of his whereabouts, he found himself finished and still waiting for his Alpha.
Picking up his beer, he stepped over to the doorway Mycroft had disappeared through. He could see the light coming through the open door just down the short hallway from the kitchen and hear the low rumble of Mycroft's authoritative voice. He wasn't about to interfere with Mycroft's work so he stepped back into the kitchen. Considering they were both in demanding careers, he suspected there would be plenty of evenings when work came home or demanded their attention away from each other, and he was more than willing to live with that in order to have this life with his new Alpha. He sat his beer on the counter and after only a brief hesitation he did as Mycroft instructed, making himself at home.
Once Mycroft finished, he hurried back to Gregory, an apology at the ready for the delay. The words died on his lips when what he saw caused him to stop in the doorway and stare. Gregory had removed his jacket and bulletproof vest and stood at the stove with his shirt sleeves rolled up his muscled and tanned forearms. If he had been in his bare feet as well, Mycroft might have had to sit, the Alpha stirred to such a shocking degree by the sight of his own Omega cooking in his once cold and sterile kitchen. It suddenly felt much more like a home just because Gregory was there. Just as he finally managed to step into the kitchen, his Omega turned and spotted him, a broad smile lighting his rugged face.
"All squared away now?" Mycroft nodded, swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat. "Good. I hope you don't mind, I was feeling peckish since the abrupt change in our plans today overrode dinner. It's just some omelets and toast but it will hit the spot."
Mycroft grimaced as his stomach chose that moment to growl most inconsiderately. They had indeed missed dinner and even the simple omelets smelled divine. "Why should I mind Gregory, I told you to make yourself at home didn't I?" The Omega just smirked and kept an eye on the eggs. "Why don't I prepare the tea? Given your head wound, another beer may not be the best choice."
Greg just shrugged, "Yeah sure, that would be good, My. Just a few more minutes here and I'll be ready."
Mycroft had never been referred to by any form of diminutive of his proper name, he'd never allowed it actually. He was surprised then by the warm rush of pleasure he felt every time Gregory called him 'My'. He paused when he saw the buttery leather jacket Gregory wore draped over one of the kitchen stools and had to forcibly resist the urge to lift the jacket to his nose and breath in the scent of his Omega. Instead, he soon lost his own tactical vest to the stool as well. It was still an odd and heady feeling for him to realize he could be relaxed with Gregory.
He quickly got the kettle going, pulling out all the accoutrements and relocating the milk and sugar to the end of the kitchen island that appeared to have been designated as their table for now. By the time he was pouring the tea, Gregory was setting their plates down. Large fluffy omelets, filled with fragrant chives and creamy swiss cheese, sat alongside fresh tomatoes and wedges of toast. He had not known the detective inspector could cook but his mouth watered at the scent. his pleasure broadcasting easily to his soon-to-be mate.
Greg had not been able to care for an Alpha of his own in so long and Mycroft's obvious happiness with his simple offering made his throat constrict with emotion. Clearing his throat pointedly, he gestured to the stools, "Well, best tuck in before it gets cold. Nothing worse than cold eggs." Their appetites got the best of them then and they ate in relative silence though it was in no way awkward. Instead, both men found themselves comfortable and content in their solitude together. Greg thought it might be because they spent their days catering to so many people that they could enjoy the simple pleasure of quiet time together. Any doubts he ever had about this relationship with Mycroft being the right choice were steadily evaporating the more time they spent alone together.
Soon enough they finished their meal, Mycroft even cleaning off his own plate with a piece of toast without any sense of self consciousness. It made Greg happy to see his Alpha comfortably sated and it pleased Mycroft to make his Omega happy. They cleared away their mess together, Mycroft surprising Greg when he helped wash the dishes. The government official merely raising a sardonic eyebrow at his mate's stunned expression while reaching for another plate. Greg found himself chuckling and shaking his head as he dried. Once they were done, Mycroft reached out for his Omega, pulling him close and kissing him warmly.
"I think it's time we went to bed."
Greg's heart skipped a beat before resuming at a rate much higher than normal. He could only nod as his Alpha took his hand, turned off the lights and led him through the hall and upstairs.
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Their preparations took little time, Mycroft leaving Greg to his evening ablutions with a luxurious dressing gown hanging on the back of the door. Not having actual pajamas or sleep clothes with him, Greg nervously stripped down to his pants. He hesitated briefly before losing even those before slipping the robe on, tying it securely at his waist. This was the all or nothing point and he wouldn't deny the Alpha anything he wanted. Quickly running his fingers through his hair and taking a deep breath, Greg stepped out of the bathroom.
Mycroft was waiting for him. He stood by the window, swathed in his own dressing gown, glancing through a book which he quickly put aside when he saw the Omega. He crossed the room to Gregory in two long strides, pulling him into his arms once again. It seemed to be where the Alpha felt the man should be at all times. He ducked his head, tasting his Omega lightly before pulling back.
Greg couldn't help it, his eyes fell closed, even for the brief kiss. When Mycroft pulled away he opened them to stare at his Alpha. A small nervous chuckle escaped, "I never would have seen us ending up here you know."
Mycroft's lips spread into a soft smile. "Indeed, nor I. Yet now that we are here, there is no one else I could ever see in your place."
Greg knew there was a faint pink flush creeping over his skin but there was nothing to be done for it. He tilted his head toward the bed as he broached the next subject. "We could…" he could kick himself for being unable to say it, as he feebly waved his hand back and forth to indicate their respective groins and the bed again. "I mean...if you want to….you can. I can."
The Alpha's smile only grew and softened. "No, Gregory." He reached up brushing his fingers lightly over the dressing on his Omega's forehead, "You've been injured. Not tonight." He could read the disappointment and doubt on Gregory's face immediately. He leaned in close, prepared to remedy those very thoughts as he whispered low in the Omega's ear. "But I can't bear to leave you entirely alone now, that I have you all to myself." He raised his right hand to cradle the back of Gregory's head while his left trailed down the muscled back to cup one firm arse cheek and pull him close. This kiss wasn't soft or brief. This kiss was possessive and deep and robbed the very breath from the Omega's lungs. Mycroft kissed his Omega until he felt the burgeoning erection against his thigh and the needy moan vibrating through the chest pressed against his own. Only then, did he pull away to look into those brown eyes now dilating with arousal. Slowly he untied Gregory's dressing gown, pulling it open and pushing it off of his broad shoulders before letting it fall in a puddle on the floor. He didn't move an inch while he took in the sight of his Omega, fully naked before him for the first time. There was no mistaking the Alpha's growl of appreciation as his eyes raked his mate from head to toe with his heated gaze. The voice that spoke next was all Alpha and left no doubt as to who was in control. "I have another idea."
Greg had been afraid that, perhaps his Alpha was disappointed in his choice of Omega after all now that he had him here alone. The kiss certainly put all of those fears to rest, leaving him growing hard and desperate for whatever Mycroft would give him. His heart was beating frantically as his Alpha stripped him where he stood, leaving him naked to the hungry gaze that only caused his cock to twitch and thicken further. When Mycroft mentioned another idea, he couldn't help the tremor in his voice. "Wh..what idea is that?" He was confused when his mate stepped away from him.
"Lay down on the bed."
It was a command, plain and simple, and the Omega quickly did just that, stretching out on the side of the bed nearest the Alpha. His cock bobbed slightly, in time with his pulse as he looked expectantly up at Mycroft.
For his part, the Alpha clung to his control only on the strength of years of training as he saw his long held vision coming to life before him. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his robe, making no effort to disguise his own swelling cock. Stepping closer to the nightstand, he began to speak. "Ages ago now, it seems, the scent of an aroused Omega in my bed caught my attention." His smouldering gaze locked with Gregory's. "Your scent. I had never been so affected by any Omega the way I was by your scent. It called to me," he leaned down and licked around the shell of the Omega's ear, his voice husky as he spoke, "Aroused me." He noted the unconscious thrust of hips upon the bed at his words before he stood again. "It took little time to deduce whose scent I was smelling and once I knew it was you. You, I was smelling...you, I was wanting, then all I could do was picture you naked and pleasuring yourself in my bed. That mental image has provided me with many opportunities for relief and, I believe, has kept me somewhat sane while we were forced to wait for each other." Mycroft took his eyes from his Omega as he reached into the nightstand drawer. Pulling something out he returned his heated gaze to Gregory's face. He held out a small bottle of lube, " I want you to do that for me. Make the image in my mind real, Gregory. I want to watch, while you pleasure yourself...for me."
Greg couldn't remember the last time he had been so aroused from only a voice and the images it painted. He wasn't necessarily an exhibitionist, but all he could think of was pleasing his Alpha. He didn't think it would take very long either, considering how tightly wound he already was. A soft 'fuck' left his lips as a shaking hand reached for the lube. He hastily drizzled some into his hand, spreading it over both palms before grasping his cock and beginning to stroke. He alternated hands at first, rubbing from root to tip as he spread the lube over his heated flesh, before settling down to a steady push and pull with his right hand. He watched as Mycroft avidly took in every move he made and allowed himself to close his eyes as his free hand trailed up over his chest to rub and pinch an already hardened nipple. Apparently, knowing he had an audience made the sensation much more intense. He gasped softly and arched his back into his hand as its speed increased over his cock.
The Alpha could not help the evidence of his arousal as a low growl rumbled through his chest and his cock rubbed a damp spot against the silk of his dressing gown. His breath hitched at the soft gasp and arched body of his Omega and he had to clear his throat to croak out another command, "Spread your legs. Wider. Let me see everything."
Greg moaned loudly as he obeyed, spreading his legs wide, bending his knees and letting them fall to the side, exposing himself fully. He returned his focus to Mycroft's face as he let his free hand drift down to cup and roll his bollocks gently. He was so close, a steady stream of precum leaking from his slit to make things move even more smoothly. But he didn't want this to end too soon, he wanted to give his Alpha everything he wanted. The hand on his cock tightened as he circled his tight hole with one finger. Mycroft's nostrils flared at the sight and with a sigh Greg pushed the finger in, quickly beginning to work it in and out in time with the pull on his cock.
Mycroft had reached the point where action was required to relieve the throbbing ache in his own groin and cock. Gregory watched, eagerly licking his lips as the robe fell and he got an eyeful of his Alpha's cock at last. It was decidedly big, long and thick, the swollen head pushing up past the foreskin, glistening with the precum gathered there. Even though soft now, the Alpha's knot was prominent as well. Mycroft took himself firmly in hand and began a slow even stroke along his shaft as he watched his Omega coming undone.
Greg whined as he imagined that beautiful cock buried in his arse for days on end, thrusting two fingers into himself sharply as he wished for more. His mouth watered and his cock pulsed in his hand as he rocked his hips, fucking those fingers into his arse faster as his needy whine grew louder. His voice panted out, sounding breathy as he begged his Alpha, "Oh god, My! Please!"
The smirk on the Alpha's face was most definitely smug. "Please what, Gregory? Tell me what you want."
"Please. Let me touch you….taste you." Greg gripped the base of his cock tightly, suddenly knowing he was on the verge of exploding. "Please My….Christ let me have you!"
Mycroft stepped up to the head of the bed and knelt on one knee beside Gregory's head. He rubbed his thumb languidly around the moist head of his cock right in front of the Omega's face. He could see Gregory's nostrils flare wide as he took in the intimate scent of his Alpha. He finally lifted his hand, letting his thumb brush along Gregory's lower lip. The Omega quickly licked his lip and opened his mouth, taking in the digit and beginning to suck when his Alpha presented the treat to him. Mycroft smiled at the low groan he could feel vibrating through his Omega's throat. "Is that what you want, my dear? Will that satisfy you?" The peppered head nodded then shook his head, never releasing the thumb from his mouth as he tasted his Alpha. "This won't satisfy you? What more do you require, I wonder?"
Greg was still reeling from the taste of his Alpha on his tongue but he quickly pulled away and choked out a reply. "More...give me more, My. Please!"
With a knowing gleam in his eyes, Mycroft brought both knees to the bed and leaned forward, presenting his leaking shaft for his mate's hungry mouth. When the moist heat engulfed the head of his cock, the moaning in the room could be heard in stereo. Almost without thought, the Alpha had begun to thrust gently into the mouth devouring every bit of his length it could. His left hand combed through the coarse hair and gripped firmly, forcing Gregory to look at him as he continued to fuck his welcoming mouth. "Don't forget...I want to watch you pleasure yourself."
Greg had been so absorbed in the weight, feel and taste of Mycroft in his mouth that his hand and fingers had stilled in their movements. He quickly resumed his motions, knowing he would not be able to hold himself off for much longer. His hand virtually flew over his own cock as he suckled the swollen head in his mouth and thrust his fingers as deeply into his arse as he could. His hips were rocking steadily back and forth as his orgasm built.
Mycroft didn't let his gaze waver, taking in every moment of his Omega's pleasure. Still gripping the hair in his left hand he cupped Gregory's jaw with his right hand before sliding it down over his throat. He tightened his grip slightly, watching the Omega's pupils dilate further while he held him in place and let his cock slip in and out of the wet willing mouth beneath him. As good as it was, he loosened his grip and let his hand drift further until he could reach Gregory's nipples. He rubbed the first one roughly beneath his thumb and then pinched it sharply, reveling in the high pitched whimper and bowed chest beneath his hand. "Do it Gregory. Come for me. Let me see." He reached across to the second nipple, the pinch this time pushing his Omega over the edge.
Greg couldn't help releasing the prize in his mouth as his entire body arched up from the bed. A loud yell ripping from his throat as his orgasm spilled from his cock, thick strands of milky white cum shooting across his abdomen and chest. He fell back onto his pillow, gasping for breath as his limbs twitched from the flood of endorphins. He watched as Mycroft trailed two fingers through the mess on his belly and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a smile before he took himself in hand to finish off. The Omega thought he should be helping his Alpha but his muscles had turned to jam. He could only lay there limply and watch.
Mycroft didn't last much longer either, combing Gregory's hair back with his left hand as he aimed his ejaculate across the Omega's chest and throat, letting the last weak spurts spill across his swollen red lips. Even as the Omega lapped up the essence of his Alpha, the man was rubbing his right hand obsessively across his Omega's chest, smearing the cum as he did so. "Mine," a deep voice growled out, still rubbing over his mate. Instinct was stronger than Mycroft Holmes or Gregory Lestrade would ever be, the omega whined softly in submission, baring his neck to the Alpha. A fierce snarl preceded the words now pressed against his throat, "Mine!" The Alpha bit firmly over the junction where neck met shoulder, not enough to break the skin yet, but enough to mark his mate while they awaited a heat.
The sense of euphoria following these actions sapped the last of Greg's strength. He was already dozing lightly when Mycroft cleaned him off and tucked him into the bed. He was vaguely aware of the Alpha joining him in bed and long arms wrapping securely around him as a warm body pressed against his back. Greg allowed sleep to take him then without any reservations. He was warm, he was safe. He was home.
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Waking to an empty bed caused Sherlock the briefest moment of panic, until he heard rummaging in the kitchen and the faint humming of some tune. Nothing but happiness and contentment radiated through their bond. He couldn't help his half-smile at his mate's resilience, he had expected John to want to stay in bed today. Apparently there were other plans on the agenda than having a lie in. He had barely pulled himself up to sit on the edge of the bed and reached for his dressing gown when John's voice called out.
"Your tea is getting cold out here. We've got things to do today, anytime you want to join the living, lazybones."
It was still strange at times, being aware of each other like this, but he would never go back to how they were before. He gave a soft huff of laughter as he slipped on his dressing gown and made his way to the loo before slipping into the kitchen. John was just setting their plates down next to the waiting tea, everything still piping hot despite the words used to chivvy him along. Before John could take his seat, Sherlock pulled him into a good morning kiss, smiling slyly when he pulled away, bending to kiss the swell of belly and say hello to the children as well. John groaned as the babies kicked in response to their father, but grinned at his mate just the same as he shooed him to his seat and breakfast. Sherlock enjoyed a long sip of his tea before questioning John. "So what exactly are these plans that must be seen to?"
"Well cleaning and shopping primarily." His Omega chastised him lightly. "You do know we have two babies arriving fairly soon and have done nothing to prepare, right?"
Sherlock nodded, "Yes, I am well aware of this fact John. There were reasons we delayed our preparations after all."
"Yes, and now those reasons have been removed." John sat back suddenly in his chair, his hands falling to rest on his swollen belly, a look of surprise painted across his face. "Christ, he's gone...Moriarty is really gone." Sherlock shared a small knowing smile with his mate, squeezing his knee in reassurance and then laughed when he plowed right on with his plans. "I'll get Mrs. Hudson to help of course. At least we've already cleaned the upstairs room, but we'll have to see about painting...and figure out what we can fit up there with two babies to accommodate." John pulled over the open laptop sitting at the end of the table. "We'll probably need a bassinet for the bedroom or the sitting room...or maybe both. And a rocking chair, we honestly can't have babies without a rocking chair somewhere in this flat. I'll protest! I've been looking some things over online, just need to get your opinions before I buy anything." He paused long enough to take a breath before diving right back in again. "And that is just the furnishings! We have to get bedding and clothes and, and….Oh god, we'll never be ready in time Sherlock!"
Sherlock had read the books, had even been warned about this by Greg, Sally, and Doctor Johnson alike. Nesting. He had to admit he had not expected John to be so...rabid about it. He could not decide if he should laugh or not, but some instinctual kick from the Alpha prevented him from laughing as he leaned forward to humor his mate. He was soon drowning in data that he had never needed before and still wasn't quite sure he needed now. At this rate he was going to have to reorganize his Mind Palace to handle all of it. As quickly as he could, he ate his breakfast while providing his thoughts on furnishings. When John began on colors and themes for the nursery, he swore his head began to hurt and he scrambled to search for a distraction.
Fortunately, his phone began to ring. It was Anthea calling to arrange for the debriefing of Moriarty's people which Sherlock absolutely insisted he had to oversee himself so as not to miss any crucial clues. John was still eating intermittently while he continued to search online and plan. Sherlock was considering how to extricate himself when John's phone gave him the idea. The phone had lit up briefly as a new email notice came in showing Sherlock the picture John still had set as his screensaver. A picture of him holding Christian on that rainy afternoon so long ago it seemed. "Why don't you call Sally," he blurted out. When John looked up he hurried on, "I have to go to the Yard and you have things to do here. It's safe now for you to see her again. I'm sure she will be thrilled to see you and hear our news. And you want to see Christian and meet the new baby too. It would be the perfect way to spend the afternoon." He smiled hopefully at his mate as he finished.
John's gaze narrowed slightly before settling into a small smile. He knew he had overwhelmed Sherlock with so much this morning and had wondered how long he would last before he snapped. "I did plan on calling Sally today. I'll see if she wants to come over or if I should go there. I doubt she will be taking the kids to the park with the wind and the chill in the air." He rose from the table to give Sherlock a brief hug and chaste kiss. "You go on, get ready for the Yard and those interviews. I'll finish up here and then call Sally. It will be wonderful to see her and the kids again and I'm sure she can give me lots of advice on preparing also." Sherlock smiled in relief and moved toward the lav for a shower but didn't reach the hall before John spoke again. "You know this doesn't let you off the hook, yeah? These are your children just as much as mine and you will have to get used to all this...stuff."
Sherlock looked genuinely embarrassed, still unaccustomed to his mate sensing so much about his thoughts and feelings now. "No, not off the hook John. Never off the hook if it means having you and the children. Just a breather. I'll need to adjust in increments but I should be ready by the time the children actually arrive."
John couldn't help laughing, it was such a ...Sherlock way to look at things. He waved him out of the kitchen, "Get out of here then. Go take a break. Fair warning though, there should be a whole new round of adjusting to do by this evening."
Sherlock merely smirked and nodded, heading for his shower and the Work.
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Sally had shrieked loudly when she opened the door to be immediately confronted with the evidence of John's news. She promptly dragged John through the door and into an extended bear hug. "I have missed you, John. I mean you just disappeared, with no word; we were all so worried. And I can tell you, Sherlock was impossible without you. Though judging from the looks of you, there is a story to be told, yeah."
John laughed as Sally led him further into her flat. "I'll say. It's quite a story but everything is good now and I can be here to tell it." He glanced around the entry, listening for any signs of life before asking, "Where are the kids?"
"Oh, they're both napping. We should have enough time for a good cuppa and your story before they wake up and demand all of our attention." Sally smiled happily as they made their way into the kitchen.
"Sounds good to me. Really, you have no idea how good that sounds to me." John was so happy to be able to visit his friend again. As much as he loved Sherlock, there were some things only a fellow Omega could understand, and Greg was rather occupied with Mycroft at the moment. They were soon huddled over the kitchen table as John told the entire story from just after his kidnapping to the present. Sally listened raptly, gasping or exclaiming as the story unfolded but for the most part letting John get it all out. "And now Moriarty is dead, there may be other minor threats but for the most part our life is as safe as it can be. Just in time for the babies to arrive safely." He chuckled nervously, "At least that is our hope."
Sally patted his hand gently, "You and Sherlock have been through a lot and I am beyond glad that you are both safe and sound. I am ecstatic about the babies though! I can hardly wait to see them both...and just think of the fun we can have taking all of them to the park together." She practically beamed with glee at the thought.
John's brow creased however as he pulled a small notebook out of his pocket and hastily scribbled pram. There were still so many things he would have to take care of, and time was running out.
Sally watched him, reading the note upside down across the table. "Pram?"
"Yeah. I have to remember to get one. Just adding it to the list. We haven't been able to get anything ready until now." He shrugged, dismissing the thought.
Sally was not so easily deterred however, "John! You only have three months at the most before you're due! And twins! So maybe more like two months or less." The thoughts were clearly racing through her mind before she slapped her hand down smartly on the table startling John. "You are going to need help. Tomorrow is Saturday, yeah. I can get my Mum over to help Jeff with the kids and you get your lists together. I'll be over bright and early to measure the nursery and then we will head out shopping."
John just shook his head, knowing better than to try and sway her now that her mind was set on something. He did need help and Sally had actual experience to draw from. Inwardly the Omega relaxed, feeling more confident about getting ready for his children with the help of his friend. They had a second cup of tea and were putting the finishing touches on plans when the first sounds of stirring came across the monitor.
"Come along, John. You can help me out with those two while you're here."
John happily followed Sally into the nursery. Christian was sitting up in his crib playing with a stuffed monkey, while the baby was just stirring in her crib. Christian couldn't possibly remember John, not really, but he was more than happy to let John get him out of the crib and see to his nappie while Sally got baby Elise situated.
John couldn't stop marvelling over how much Christian had grown. The boy hadn't quite reached his first birthday when he had to leave and now he was fourteen months old. Fourteen...fifteen? John couldn't even be certain after his months away, time had gotten a bit distorted and surreal for him. Still, he was happy to be right where he was now, waving the monkey for Christian and making animal noises. He made certain to coo indulgently over little Elise also; not even two months old yet with light brown hair and those slate blue baby eyes. It took the two of them no time at all to hit it off, the baby utterly captivated by John's smile and his laughter. The children were bundled off to the kitchen for their meal; Sally trading Christian for Elise in John's arms so she could put him in his seat and prepare the food. It was a jolly albeit messy foursome at the table; John helping Christian with his food while Sally nursed Elise. John was intensely curious but kept his eyes averted until Sally laughed at him. "I don't mind you looking, John. You are a doctor after all and it's a perfectly natural process." She cocked her head to the side, looking at John carefully. "Have you decided about feeding the twins yet? Most male Omegas can you know, though some never develop adequate breast tissue for lactation."
John focused intently on the nursing baby, watching the way her lips flared out around the nipple, covering much of the areola. He saw the pull of the surrounding tissue as the baby sucked hungrily, her eyes focused on Sally's face and her voice. It was mesmerizing to say the least. He had to remind himself that Sally had asked a question.
"Uhm, no haven't decided completely yet. Actually, haven't thought about it truthfully, or talked to Doctor Johnson about whether I could nurse even if I want to. I mean, I think it's wonderful...as a doctor, you know...but I don't know about how it'll fit with work and all. And...I mean, twins. How in the world does one go about managing that?" He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck, a bit puzzled by yet another thing he hadn't thought of.
Sally only smiled, "Well, it is certainly a personal decision and twins can be more of a challenge. What I can tell you, from my own experience, is that it is an intimate thing to share with your babies, another way to bond. Something precious and special that only you are uniquely equipped to provide for your children." She could tell John was still a bit overwhelmed. "Well, you have some time to think about it. Even if you only do it for a little while, the babies can still reap the benefits." She deftly changed the subject back to pregnancy in general, Elise's birth, Christian's growth, and some of the nagging questions John had for his fellow Omega. The rest of meal time fairly flew by.
It wasn't even until they had cleaned up and carried the children into the sitting room for some play time that John noticed the Christmas tree. Had he seriously lost track of the time so badly? His eyes darted around to the cards on the mantle and stockings by the fire. He now recalled all the Christmas decorations on his way over to Sally's but again, he had been so distracted thinking about preparing for the babies that his mind simply didn't make the connection and register their significance.
Sally saw what had captured his attention. "Christian has started to get around more now; made me right nervous to have a big tree this year. That's why we got that small tree. It works nicely on the table there and it's safely out of the way of grabby hands."
John nodded briefly before asking, "What day is it, Sally?" When she looked at him in confusion, he quickly added, "I'm serious. I don't know the date. We've been so wrapped up in this whole situation with Moriarty that I have just lost track."
"Oh, John! It's December 19th today. Christmas is next week."
John collapsed into the chair next to him, one hand rubbing his belly while the other pressed against the dull throb in his temple. Christmas...and getting ready for the babies….he needed a bloody army to help. But what he had was Sally.
The Omega reached over, patting John's shoulder in reassurance. "We'll just add it to the list, yeah? Just a bit more shopping than we planned. No worries."
Her steady confidence helped John relax and soon he was chuckling again. "Just a bit more shopping...sure. We can handle it."
The two friends lost all track of time, wiling away the afternoon with the children. A sharp knock at the door distracting them both at last. Sally squealed again when she opened the door and found Sherlock there. By the time John had made his way to the sitting room door, Sally had Sherlock locked in a fierce embrace which the Alpha at least attempted to return warmly. John just smirked watching them while he jostled Christian on his hip, Elise having long since gone back down for a nap in her bassinet.
"Come in, come in, Sherlock. It is so good to see you, as well as having John back. I was so thrilled with the news!" Sally was as enthusiastic as ever, attempting to pull the detective into the sitting room with her.
"I'm sorry for intruding, Sally. I only came to retrieve John. I finished my work for the day and came home to an empty flat. I knew you two were going to catch up, but I should think you would have run out of things to talk about by now. Or that the twins would have eaten you out of house and home." The quirking of the side of his mouth into a crooked smile took the sharp edge off of his words as John and Sally both finally looked at the time.
"Gracious John! It's nearly six, Jeff will be home in just a bit and I haven't even started supper." She took Christian from John before adding, "Both of you would be more than welcome to stay for dinner you know. I have plenty."
John was quick to excuse them both, "No Sally, I've taken up quite enough of your time today. I am a bit tired and I'll have to rest up for the big day tomorrow. So we'll just say good-night and let you get on to your dinner."
"Well, if you insist. We will have a lot to do tomorrow." She gave John a quick hug and a kiss but limited herself to patting Sherlock's arm as she bid them both good-night and showed them out.
"See you bright and early, John! Don't forget." Sally's words rang down the stairs after the two men. Sherlock's brows raising in question and John just waving a hand in reply instead of yelling back.
They were in a cab on the way home before Sherlock asked, "Plans tomorrow? On Saturday? Planning your world domination?"
"Mm, you wish, but no. Marathon shopping for the nursery. And how exactly could you let me forget about Christmas?"
"What?" The blank look on Sherlock's face told John that both of them had forgotten about the holiday.
"Christmas, Sherlock. That holiday you think is incomplete without a murder. It's next week and we have nothing done."
"Is it? I hadn't noticed. Don't blame me for you forgetting. You know keeping up with the days of the week, months of the year...all that drivel, is quite clearly a part of your areas of expertise."
"Idiot." John huffed fondly and Sherlock smiled. "Well what am I supposed to get for you? You're impossible to shop for! Anything you might want or like."
Sherlock shook his head and slid closer, wrapping his arms around his Omega. "John, in a few short months you will be giving me two beautiful children. Children you and I created together. I think you have more than adequately covered the concept of gift giving."
John could still be surprised by the romantic things that could come out of Sherlock's mouth when he least expected them. It wasn't an answer but John kissed his mate anyway and nestled in his arms the rest of the way home.
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Sherlock clutched his coffee as he climbed out of the cab, his breath puffing out in swathes of white in the frigid air. He headed straight into the Yard and up to the conference room Lestrade and he were using to debrief the detainees from the raid on Moriarty's office and manor. Those that were found with minimal information or with connections to the local operations were channeled through Lestrade and the Yard. While anyone Sherlock deemed in possession of more significant information was sent directly to Mycroft for further debriefing, not only with said official but with Interpol's agents.
Moriarty had been smart enough to be wary after the appearance of the pawn. The offices had been virtually cleared and yielded only a few leads. The manor house, however, was a virtual treasure trove of information. Moriarty's overconfidence brought down those most closely associated with him as well.
Lestrade hadn't arrived when Sherlock made his way to his seat, shedding his Belstaff to begin the day's work. His absence didn't phase the detective, who simply sat and began to review the files on the people they would be seeing that day. They had started the work Friday, the morning after the raid. Then Mycroft and Lestrade had insisted on taking the weekend together to move and settle the children into their new home. Sherlock had been surprised to see his brother so gracious and considerate, accepting children into his pristine home and even sending Lestrade's sister out for a well-deserved spa day on her own. Still he had to say he was pleased to see Mycroft embracing his new role as a mate. He would never have imagined it possible before, but his brother truly appeared happy.
Sherlock couldn't stop the slight sneer that curled his mouth and nose as his thoughts continued to wander. After their weekend off both men had dug into the casework with a vengeance come
Monday. Christmas was coming and they wanted to have everything cleared up so they could have a large family gathering at the estate for the holiday. Sherlock still couldn't say the holiday held much significance for him but family had certainly become a much more important concept this past year. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and he applied himself diligently to his portion of the task to meet the appointed deadline.
He felt a slight twinge of guilt at leaving John alone at the flat, but he was deep into nesting at the moment. As well as Sherlock had been adjusting, he had to have a break from it himself. Sally had arrived promptly Saturday morning with tape measure and notebook in hand. He had swiftly been roped into assisting with the measurements, being both the tallest and most exacting member of the household. When John kissed him and headed out with Sally, he thought he would have the day to himself. He was disabused of this notion when Mrs. Hudson arrived to begin cleaning all over again, despite his protests. He had resolved to barricade himself in his bedroom until she was done; then the deliveries began to arrive. Apparently John had finally decided to take advantage of Mycroft's credit card and name to expedite matters, though he suspected that either Sally or Mycroft himself had encouraged his mate in this matter. Mrs. Hudson would not leave off her scrubbing to go downstairs to answer the door so he had been relegated to receiving the deliveries and ushering them upstairs. Small packages in boxes and even bags, large boxes requiring two men to carry them up the tight staircase and into the nursery; Sherlock had no idea what John and Sally were doing but the items slowly began to pile up in the empty room.
John arrived home late in the afternoon, tired and hungry. Sherlock promptly made tea and Mrs. Hudson brought a plate of food. After eating, John had gone to check on the deliveries and Sherlock couldn't begin to understand the sudden frustration he sensed from his mate. John had merely stared at him a moment before marching downstairs for a shower. He made no further mention of it again that night but the Alpha was enlightened immediately after breakfast on Sunday. He had been marched upstairs at the rather forceful command of his pregnant mate and set to work unpacking and attempting to assemble...things. His Mind Palace was nearly overrun with miscellaneous parts and sometimes indecipherable instructions as he tried to do as John demanded and 'help get your children's nursery in order dammit'. By tea time they at least had a crib and changing table assembled, some of the smaller things were unpacked, and John's mood had improved. Yet there was still more to be done and apparently they could not get any of it done fast enough for the pregnant Omega.
The painting would wait until after Christmas but John was still busily doing everything else he could in the meantime; Sherlock had been informed this morning that he would be helping decorate the flat for the holidays that evening. The Alpha didn't see why they had to decorate their flat if they weren't even going to be there for the day. He sighed as he picked up the next stack of files to review then smiled to himself. All of this business was chaotic and unlike anything he had ever experienced before. In fact it was different to most behaviors John had ever displayed. Knowing the cause was the impending arrival of their children and the changes that had brought about, only made the Alpha purr with pride and happiness. He never could have imagined this life with John, and now he wouldn't trade a moment of it for anything, no matter how much disruption it brought to his personal sense of normality. Who was he kidding though, this was him and John, and normal was entirely negotiable.
Lestrade finally appeared, looking much as Sherlock had, wind-chilled and clutching his coffee. "Sorry to keep you waiting Sherlock. Overslept."
Sherlock smirked mercilessly at his friend, "You should speak to Mycroft about keeping you up so late on a work night. How will we ever get done in time for the holiday at this rate?"
Greg scowled at the detective, "Hardy har. Your brother had nothing to do with it. I went to bed early in fact, just feeling a bit under the weather. Probably a bug or bit of a cold coming on. I'll be fine." He hung his jacket up by the door and moved to pass Sherlock and take his spot along the table. He paused just as he passed the detective, sniffing the air pointedly. "You smell great. Is that a new cologne or something?" He kept moving to his seat, not noticing the odd look Sherlock gave him before replying.
"No...nothing new."
"Hm...oh well. Smells nice whatever it is. Reminds me of Mycroft a bit, you don't happen to wear the same thing do you?"
Sherlock sat back in his chair and stared at the DI. "Not that I am aware, no." Greg had never commented on anything as personal as cologne before, in fact, nothing overly personal was ever mentioned. Oh sure, he may comment on his relationship with John or talk with John, but they were friends after all. Otherwise it was always the work, down to business. That's what Sherlock liked about Lestrade after all, his no nonsense approach. Whether the DI noticed the gaze of the detective or not, he had clearly dropped the subject and began to delve into his work. Sherlock did the same, pushing the odd questions to the back of his mind.
By lunch time he was beginning to worry about Lestrade's behavior and not getting nearly as much work done as he needed too. The DI was apparently too warm in the conference room, first unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up only to later unbutton the top three buttons of his shirt. He had been to the vending machine for something cold to drink and then called Donovan to ask if there was some ice anywhere in the building. He had been progressively fidgety and his nervous behavior was driving Sherlock to distraction. Currently he was trying to open the window while fanning himself with a manila folder. Lestrade cheered to himself when the window finally came open and a gust of wintery wind entered the room. Sherlock was scurrying to weigh down some papers before they ended up in the floor when the scent hit him.
OH!
He straightened and turned to look at the detective inspector more carefully. He had been so occupied with the work that he had not observed his friend closely enough. The inspector had his hands braced on either side of the open window and was leaning into the cold air. Now Sherlock could see the red flush on his cheeks, the sheen of sweat on his brow, and the tremors of his hands. He had not even noticed the scent until the wind blew it over. He backed away from Lestrade until he reached the door, locking it quickly and leaning against it as he pulled out his phone and called Mycroft.
"Sherlock, what could possibly be the matter? You practically never call me unless there is an emergency."
Sherlock spoke quietly and calmly, not wanting to draw any undue attention to his call from Lestrade. "I suggest, dear brother, that you summon your swiftest vehicle and your most trustworthy beta driver and bodyguards, then get yourself over to the Yard to collect your mate." Sherlock took a breath before delivering the news he knew would send his brother into a tailspin previously unknown to him as an Alpha. "It would seem that his heat is coming on hard and fast."
"What!" Mycroft was already on his feet, some innate sense moving him forward while his rational mind sought information from his brother. "Where are you? Is he safe?"
"Third floor conference room. Yes, he is safe Mycroft. He is with me and I have locked the door. I will stand guard until you arrive." He paused for a moment, inhaling the scent he knew was already heavily laden with pheromones. "Oddly enough, I don't seem to be affected by his scent." He heard the small growl, that he knew his brother was incapable of suppressing at this point. For once in their lives he had the advantage of experience beyond his brother's knowledge. "Calm your Alpha, Mycroft. He shall be safe and untouched when you arrive, I will see to it."
He could hear his brother forcing himself to calm and respond rationally. "In the car now and on our way." The phone clicked off without further words and Sherlock resigned himself to the wait, keeping his eye firmly fixed on his future brother-in-law and his back pressed to the door.
Of course that would be when Lestrade decided he had to get out.
"Too hot...need…" He couldn't seem to think of what he did need but something was nagging his brain. He was just too hot, too...itchy, to think clearly. If he could cool off he would be able to figure it out, he was sure. "Outside. I need to get outside. Cool air...breath. Have to go." He had been moving closer to Sherlock, wondering why he wasn't moving or opening the door for him. Just as he drew up in front of the detective he caught a whiff of that smell he had noticed before. It smelled stronger, even more like Mycroft but...wrong. It appeared to have something to do with that persistent voice in his head. His brows furrowed in confusion as he leaned forward, intent on pressing his nose into the Alpha's neck to smell him directly.
Sherlock eyed Lestrade's approach with dismay. The Omega was a bit further gone than he had initially determined. He genuinely hoped Mycroft was controlling the traffic lights and would be here shortly. He didn't want to do anything that would make things uncomfortable for all of them later. He remained silent until the DI began to lean into him and Sherlock found his Alpha decidedly uncomfortable with the intimate nearness of an Omega in heat that wasn't John.
"Sit DOWN Lestrade. Now." The Alpha's voice echoed through the room as the Omega froze.
Greg blinked and found himself sitting in the nearest chair. That wasn't right. He was investigating that scent on Sherlock. He began to push himself up from the chair to resume what he had been doing when the Alpha spoke again.
Sherlock had watched, finding himself annoyed at the persistent nature of Omegas when their heat was upon them. "Oh, honestly," he muttered to himself when Lestrade began to rise again. "Sit. You will NOT get up. You will remain seated until your escort arrives."
The Omega promptly sat again, a small whine escaping his throat. He didn't understand what was going on, had he displeased the Alpha in some way? Greg shook his head trying to clear the fuzzy feeling away. He was feeling emotional over Sherlock being short with him? That didn't make sense at all, Sherlock was rude all the time. It didn't help that he was feeling more and more uncomfortable. That damn bug must be coming on faster than he thought. His thoughts wandered onto a tangent when he worried that him being ill would disrupt the holidays. At least it took his mind off the mystery of Sherlock's scent.
Sherlock kept a close eye on Lestrade but the last command appeared to have worked and corralled him for the time being. He looked down as his phone pinged with an incoming message.
"Getting off the elevator. Additional security on hand. Please unlock the door and prepare to get out of the way, brother. I can not be certain of my behavior."-MH
Sherlock did as instructed, hearing the approach of his brother down the hall as some of the nearby Yarders fell victim to the snarling Alpha removing any obstacle in the path to his Omega. Sherlock had already moved himself to the other side of the room when the door flew open; he kept his gaze lowered in submission but watched from the corner of his eye. He had rarely gotten to see Mycroft's Alpha in action and watched intently as his brother scented the room quickly, throwing a low growl his way but not moving to confront him. The bonded scent and submissive posture placating the agitated Alpha. The Alpha who was far more concerned with Lestrade.
Mycroft approached Gregory with care, noting the glassy eyed stare he received from the still sitting man. The Omega's pheromones had been broadcasting loudly to him since he got off the elevator, but his mate did not seem to be aware of what was happening yet. He did say it had been a long time since he had even had a full-blown heat, nearly three months before his prior Alpha was killed and that was six years ago. He knelt down in front of the Omega, reaching out and clasped one sweaty hand, "Gregory?" He let the Alpha bleed into his voice, but forced himself to remain quiet and calm as he leaned down, allowing the Omega to catch his scent before he pressed his own nose into the warm throat and breathed deeply. The scent hit his Alpha receptors like a freight train and there was nothing he could do to contain the Alpha then. He growled loudly and nipped the supple throat with his teeth. That finally prompted a response from the detective inspector.
The scent had changed, grown sweeter, somehow...more. He knew he needed that scent no matter how scattered his other thoughts had become. He was trembling in the most ridiculous way as the scent drew nearer and he sighed as he breathed it in. The rumbling growl that could only belong to one Alpha and the nip of teeth against his throat rapidly snapped everything into sharp focus. His arms clutched blindly as he buried his head against the shoulder in front of him. "Mycroft! Christ My... it's my heat. I didn't realize." Once the words were out he immediately became aware of the arousal surging viciously throughout his body. He shuddered hard as he clung to Mycroft. "Oh god, My. Take me home...take me home now!"
The Alpha reached under his Omega's arms and pulled him up to stand against his chest. He wrapped an arm around him securely, shushing him gently. "Shh, it's alright Gregory. We're going home right now, just hold onto me." There didn't look to be any danger of the Omega letting go as he held tight to his Alpha, and Mycroft smiled to himself. The snap of his fingers produced one of his personal greatcoats in the hands of a beta guard. Mycroft took the coat and draped it over Gregory's shoulders, tucking it around him until he was well covered in the Alpha's scent. Only then did he move to escort his Omega out of the room and to the waiting car for the trip home, a sharp nod to Sherlock the only outward sign of gratitude given. The guards closed ranks around them both and Sherlock watched them go, trailing to the door to watch them disappear safely into the elevator.
Sherlock walked back into the now empty conference room and surveyed the remaining work. He wouldn't be able to get very much done with Mycroft and Lestrade otherwise engaged for the next several days. He walked over to close the window, then carefully put away the files and other materials. When all was secured he closed the door behind him and left the Yard. He was going home to help his pregnant mate decorate for the holidays. He thought of his brother and the bonding that would take place shortly, adding another member to their little family. Things in his world were finally going right and for once he allowed himself to be happy about it all.
Happy Christmas indeed.
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