A/N: I'm completely disregarding the fact that in the series Lestrade had been married, also this story happens after the Reichenbach Fall, but ignores the special episode The Abominable Bride and the fact that Sherlock killed Magnussen. Enjoy!

They were at a crime scene, both squatting next to the body, examining the wound that was obviously the cause of death. John hadn't arrived yet, so they didn't touch the body, waiting for their doctor. They had stumbled onto the crime scene themselves, and Lestrade had called it in, while Sherlock was searching for clues, delighted that he, for once, could be the first to examine the scene.

They had found the body in an alleyway, a few blocks from Baker Street, when they were walking home from an evening out. Sherlock, who was intimately familiar with the back alleys of London, specifically those close to his home, had instantly spotted something was wrong, and after cautiously approaching the scene, they had found the body. Lestrade had searched for a pulse, but since the victims skin felt cold to the touch, he instantly knew there was nothing to be done for the man, but to catch his killer.

Sherlock was narrating what he saw to the DI, when Donovan and the rest of the team showed up.

"So, did you catch the Freak in the act or did he call you in himself?" Donovan said obnoxiously to her boss. Lestrade couldn't help but notice Sherlock flinching at the derogative name and he had enough, the woman was nothing but a nuisance when Sherlock was around, and even when he wasn't she still couldn't stop herself from insulting him every chance she got.

So Lestrade stood up, intent on putting an end to it once and for all, but Sherlock stopped him with a touch to his hand. Lestrade looked at the consulting detective, who silently shook his head, before walking off to examine a scuff mark on the ground a few feet from the body.

Lestrade sighed as he watched the man go. He wished Sherlock would let him stand up for him once in a while. He knew the curly-haired man was perfectly capable of defending himself, but he was Donovan's boss, and he could make her stop the insults around the crime scenes. While if Sherlock stood up for himself, Donovan would only get worse.

Donovan turned to him, "Well? Did you? Catch him that is?" Lestrade just glared at her, before walking over to John who had finally arrived.

After they were done examining everything they could at the crime scene itself, they started wrapping everything up. Lestrade saw Donovan walking over to where Sherlock was examining another clue. He winced, this wouldn't end well. He hurried over, trying to stop the sergeant from reaching the detective. But Anderson stopped him, asking something about the case.

Momentarily distracted, Lestrade hadn't been able to reach Donovan in time, but he could see that Sherlock once again winced, as if he had been called a Freak again. He said to Anderson that his question could wait as he made his way over to the two people standing at the edge of the crime scene.

"Really Freak?" Another wince. "Do you think that I'm the only one that figured you out? That it's only a matter of time before it's a body you put there?" Lestrade could see that Sherlock was seething, and he didn't understand why the detective didn't just answer her. When normally he doesn't have any compulsion about it. And then suddenly Lestrade understood. Sherlock was doing it for him, the DI had complained a couple of nights ago after another of their by now infamous fights, and Sherlock had decided he would stop antagonizing the woman, in the hope she'd stop insulting him. Apparently that strategy wasn't working out.

"Nothing to say for yourself then Freak? Admitting that I'm right?" Sherlock winced once again before he tried to turn away from the annoying woman. Tried being the cooperative word here, for she grabbed him by the arm. But before she could yet again launch into another derogative speech, Lestrade spoke.

"I'd appreciate it, if you'd stop calling my husband a Freak. I'm sick and tired of you calling him that." Donovan turned to him, wide-eyed and working herself up to start yelling at him, but Lestrade cut her of again. "I've asked you again and again to stop agonizing him, he stopped, obviously, because he wasn't answering you, so now I'm asking you. Again. Leave him alone, and stop insulting him. He hasn't done anything to warrant this kind of behaviour from you." Intent on leaving it at that Lestrade turned to Sherlock, but Donovan wouldn't let him.

"Your husband?" She said, with obvious disgust in her voice. "You married that?" This time Lestrade had had it. "Yes, I married him. Problem with that?"

"Yes, actually I do. I thought we were friends Greg? How could you not tell me you're queer and had married... well... that? And when?"

"Friends? Ha, don't make me laugh. I merely tolerated you, because you happened to be my subordinate, and I couldn't just ship you of to another DI. Believe me I tried." Donovan sputtered at that, but Lestrade ignored her. "You were never a friend, because you have always insulted the man that I loved most in this world. And when, that's actually none of your business, but I'll tell you anyway. We had a case in Belgium, where gay marriage has been legal since 2003, and when we were over there, we got married. So since September 2009, a little over 6 years."

"But... but... How come nobody told me then? How come you didn't tell me when I started working for you?"

This time Sherlock fielded the question, after rolling his eyes at his husband, he could have handled it. "Why would he? You have shown nothing but contempt to me, and besides, nobody knew. If you weren't aware, being gay is still not accepted everywhere, and unfortunately as a police officer he'd have to combat prejudice and ridicule, and I didn't want him to go through that. Therefore I asked him to keep it silent." He shot a soft look at his husband. "Besides, our marriage wasn't even recognized in the UK until two years ago, after you had already started to work for him and ridiculing me. And well... the fact you called him a queer doesn't quite help your case now. Besides, you're the kind of person, that if you'd have known, you'd have insinuated Greg only kept me around for one thing, and I know he's aware of that too. So yeah, he didn't tell you. Deal with it."

Sherlock stormed off after that, and Lestrade eyed him appreciatively. His husband was sexy when he was ticked of about something. Ah well, the cat was out of the bag now, Lestrade thought after he saw the audience they had gathered. Seeing John standing there with a bewildered look on his face he sighed, guess Sherlock hadn't told him after all. Lestrade had always assumed he would have.

"Alright everyone, wrap it up and I'll see you all tomorrow. Go home, there's nothing to see here. John, with me please." Lestrade would try to salvage the situation with the blond.

"I assume Sherlock hasn't told you, like I thought he did five years ago?" he asked the doctor as he fell into step with him. Lestrade sighed as John shook his head. "Damn it, Sherlock..." He turned to the other man. "Look John, it's not as if he doesn't appreciate you, he's just an insanely private man, and doesn't trust other people easily. I had known Sherlock for three years before he'd even consider dating me. It took me another two to convince him that I'd be sticking around. And once he was convinced, well, we were in Belgium back then, and got married over there." Lestrade smiled softly in memory of their wedding day. It had been just the two of them and they had to get special permission because neither of them were living in Belgium. But they had insisted and eventually had gotten married in Ghent.

"Alright, I'll accept he hasn't told me, but Greg, you have to let me take you to the pub tomorrow night, there are some things I'd like to know. And well, Mary is waiting for me by now I'm sure." They decided on a time and a place to meet up the following day and went their separate ways. John home to Mary, and Lestrade to Baker Street where, he was sure, his husband had gone off to.