A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!!! Here is a cute little story about Greg and Mycroft Babysitting little Rosie!! Enjoy<3

Greg! – MH

Help – MH

What's wrong? – GL

John and Sherlock left their spawn here – MH

It's crying – MH

Help me – MH

Alright Love. Calm down. I'll be there soon – GL

Thank you – MH

Greg grinned down at his phone, chuckling to himself as he thought about Mycroft trying to care for little Rosie by himself.

"Hey Donovan!" The young woman poked her head through the door to his office. "I've got to take off for a bit. Message me if anything comes through on the Bronston case eh?"

"What's the matter? Freak got himself in trouble again?" She snapped, rolling her eyes. Greg fought back a wave of irritation at her comment. Sherlock was one of his friends and he didn't really care for Sally's harsh words.

"No, Sherlock is fine. I'm going to help Mycroft with something. Call if anything happens." He dismissed her, gathering his things and leaving, sending Mycroft a text letting him know he would be there soon.

When Greg arrived, he was greeted with a screaming child, and a distraught Mycroft Holmes.

Mycroft had Rosie in his arms, making shushing noises and begging her to stop. He turned when he heard Greg enter, looking at him with pleading eyes when Rosie screamed louder.

"Thank Heavens! She has been screaming for almost an hour now and I can't find her off switch-"

"Babe she is a child. She doesn't have an off switch." He laughed taking off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves. "Come on then. Hand her over." He took the squirming child from Mycroft's arms, holding her tight to his chest and bouncing her lightly. He checked her temperature and her nappy, all the while making shushing noises. "Have you fed her?"

"She won't eat."

"Alright." He made his way into the kitchen, opening one of the cupboards and pulling out a small pot of honey. He dipped his forefinger in the amber liquid and held it up to the baby's mouth. She stopped screaming to suckle on the sweetened skin. He felt along her gums, smiling when he felt a hard lump poking through the skin. "Well, there's the problem then."

"What?"

"She's teething." Mycroft blinked, watching Greg in awe as the DI grabbed the diaper bag, rooting through until he found the small bottle of teething medicine. "Do me a favor Love? Pour me a glass of scotch." Mycroft looked confused, but scrambled to obey.

"I didn't think you could drink scotch while watching a child?"

"It's not just for me." Greg took a seat at the table, dipping his finger in the medicine and letting the child take it in her mouth. Mycroft set the glass in front of him, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the DI's lips. Greg grinned up at him. "Hey Love."

"Hi. Thank you for coming. I was about to lose my mind." Greg chuckled, reaching for the glass and dipping his finger in the liquor and running it along the child's gums before giving her another finger-full of honey.

It took less than twenty minutes for Greg to soothe little Rosie into a peaceful sleep. He lay her down in her carrier and placed her by his feet as he settled in with Mycroft to watch a few episodes of Doctor Who until John and Sherlock returned to pick her up.

"You're good with her." Mycroft said, looking at his lover with a strange curiosity.

"Well, I have two of my own. If I didn't know how to calm a teething babe then I would have been a shit father." He winked at Mycroft, sending him a cheeky grin before leaning over and kissing his cheek. He rested his head against Mycroft's chest, feeling the satisfied hum from his lover's chest. "Have you ever wanted kids?"

"I've honestly never thought of it before." Greg heard something in the taller man's voice that made him pull back, studying his face.

"But now?"

"Watching you with Rosie, I don't know. It's like, something changed." Greg felt his chest tighten and he grinned up at Mycroft.

"Myc?"

"Yes Greg?"

"Do you want kids?" Mycroft looked down at Greg, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

"With you? Perhaps one day. After we get married." Greg leaned up, kissing his lover and smiling, settling back for a cuddle with the man he had fallen in love with.

John arrived to pick up Rosie, knocking quietly at the door. When no one answered, he tried the handle, finding it unlocked. He peaked in to see Rosie sleeping in her carrier, set at the feet of Mycroft and Greg, who were also asleep. He smiled, walking over to the sleeping couple and placing a hand on Greg's knee, shaking gently to wake him.

"Hmm?" Greg blinked blearily, rubbing at his eyes and yawning. "What time is it?"

"Sorry Mate. It's nine o'clock. Hope she didn't give you too much trouble." Greg shook his head, pushing himself up and stretching.

"Nah, gave Myc a bit of a fight at first, but I got her calmed down. She's teething though. I gave her some meds around seven and rubbed some scotch on her gums to help quiet her down. I also let her have some honey to get her to stop crying. Just a couple finger-fulls."

"Thanks Mate. I should be getting her home now. Tell Mycroft I said thanks again. I'll swing by tomorrow to pick up the case file he wants us to look at. Night Greg."

"Night John." Greg closed the door behind his friend and walked back over to his sleeping lover, shaking him awake and leading the tired man to bed.