AN: Sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter up but here it is, the final chapter. I'm considering doing a sequel sort of thing so if your interested see the AN at the bottom if you want to know more. I hope you like it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed/favourited/alerted/read this fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to BBC and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

It was a week later at a crime scene when Lestrade figured it out. It all made sense now. Why hadn't he seen it before? Sherlock, John and Sally's hushed conversations, Sally's inquires as to how the date went even after he said that her friend hadn't showed up. It had been them. They had set up up him and Mycroft. That thought was humiliating, and now his humiliation was turning to anger towards the three that were standing at the side of the crime scene having one of their aforementioned conversations.

He probably should've been thankful that they had intervened because now he had Mycroft but he wouldn't realize that until later. Right now he was just fuming at the thought that they had meddled in his personal life and he wasn't going to let them get away with it. He was going to let them know how he felt even though it would probably only cause him more embarrassment later considering they were currently in a public place.

He stormed over, the anger now boiling inside him, threatening to burst and he wasn't going to stop it.

"What the hell do you think you were doing!" he screamed, causing a few of the officers to glance at him curiously.

DI Lestrade was usually a calm man who had great self control when he was angry, so Sally and John were surprised by the volume of his voice and knew he must have been furious. Sherlock was more amused by this fact unlike Sally and John who looked worried.

"Took you long enough to figure it out," Sherlock replied calmly, which only made Lestrade angrier. John shot Sherlock a look warning him to stop.

"Sir, we were just trying to help…" Sally began but Lestrade cut her off.

"It was my business and had nothing to do with you!" the DI yelled back.

"Sir, with all due respect you were rather unpleasant to be around after your divorce, until you met Mycroft that is. We were only doing it for your own good and for the sake of the department," said Donavon, in a hushed voice as to not be heard by the surrounding officers and to try to calm down the furious detective.

"If you had a problem with me, you should have said so to my face, not gone behind my back trying to fix it," Lestrade replied loudly, still too angry to see that she had just been trying to help.

The officers at the crime scene had stopped work altogether now and were watching the scene unfold before them, wondering what could've angered the detective so.

A black car pulled up beside the yellow tape surrounding the crime scene and out stepped a tall man in an expensive looking suit, holding an umbrella. A few of the officers were murmuring amongst themselves when the man flashed a badge, stepped under the tape and made his way straight towards the yelling DI.

"Greg, you need to calm down," said the mysterious man, who later they found out was Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's older brother.

"You knew didn't you," said Greg, turning towards Mycroft, although, his anger was dissipating now and the embarrassed feeling he felt earlier was returning.

"Yes, I figured it out not long after our first dinner together," Mycroft replied, looking sheepishly at Greg.

"And you didn't tell me why?"

"I was going to but then we started having coffee together and I didn't want to ruin that by telling you my brother," as he said brother Mycroft shot an angry look in Sherlock's direction to which Sherlock just smirked in return, "was trying to set us up together. I was afraid that it would scare you off."

Greg's gaze softened when he heard Mycroft's reasoning, it may not have scared him off but he knew what it was like to have feelings for someone and not know if they have feelings for you in return. Greg would've probably done the exact same thing if the roles had been reversed.

The DI then turned towards Sherlock, Sally and John who had been watching their conversation since Mycroft had arrived.

"Don't think I have forgiven any of you for going behind my back…but thank you," he said, all his anger and embarrassment gone now.

Greg then turned and smiled up at his boyfriend, boyfriend, Greg liked that thought, and he leant forward and placed a soft kiss on Mycroft's cheek. Mycroft had a way of calming Greg and making him feel like everything was going to be alright.

The kiss on the cheek caused confused talk to break out amongst the officers who were watching. As far as any of them were aware, DI Lestrade was straight and married, only some knew about his divorce.

Greg didn't care about the fact that he had just kissed another man in full view of a lot of people he worked with. They could think what they liked, he was happy, he had Mycroft and that was all that mattered to him.

The End.

AN: As I said at the beginning, I'm thinking of doing a sequel in which Greg has to tell his ex wife that he now has a boyfriend so let me know if you're interested in that. Let me know what you thought. Thanks for reading and reviews are much appreciated.