Greg sat down on the hotel bed and took off his brogue. His feet were bandage up, sore, and bruised; he couldn't walked long distance nor run and his job wasn't the best when he had to heal.

"Bugger," He cursed under his breath as he massage his foot. He gently and slowly massage both of his foot with some major aching along side it. After the massage, he took off the bandages so his wounds can breath and grabbed the cane near the nightstand. "Well I know how John felt like having a cane," Greg talked to himself as he limped to the small bathroom next to the kitchen.

He doesn't always have the cane with him only when he's alone in the hotel. He been slowly getting use to walking on his bare feet but the pain was unbearable so he had to settle down with a cane.

He was going to get his medications until he heard the door beep. "Shit," He muttered, looking around for a weapon then remembered he had a pistol in the drawer. He opened the drawer as the footsteps came closer. He grabbed it and then turned around quickly with the gun pointing at the doorway. "Didn't they teach you as a child to never point your gun at someone?" Mycroft said, noticing Greg pointing the gun at him. Greg sigh in relief that it's only his boyfriend, "Well when your undercover there's always a chance your disguise gets expose unless your that good." He lowered the gun and put it away, "Plus you send me here to steal high government files." Mycroft smiled at his lover complaining but then frown seeing the cane.

"You alright?" "Yea am fine, Mycroft." He grabbed his medication and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Mycroft looked around the hotel, deducing any bit that he could collect. Suddenly he heard a yelp from the kitchen and ran to the room, "What happened? Everything alright?" "Yea, um, can you get the bandage rolls?" Greg asked, hopping one foot to his bed with struggles in it. As for Mycroft, he was concern for him regretting sending him to do undercover work.

He came back with the bandage rolls, pads, and rubbing alcohol. "When did this happened?" Asked Mycroft as he settle the stuff on the nightstand so he could take off his suit and rolled up his sleeves. Greg sat down, "Got injury during work." Mycroft sigh before aiding his lover injury foot.

It was silence after Mycroft finished and cleaned up the mess. "Chubby bunny," Greg called out, snickering once he heard Mycroft groaned. "I told you not to call me that," He said, coming out of the bathroom. Mycroft place his hand on his hip, "And am not going to call you sugar lips." Greg chuckled; he remembered telling Mycroft while he was hammered to call him sugar lips but he refuse to call him that. He was surprise Mycroft still remember that night.

Mycroft stood in front of Greg and kiss him lightly. "Hm, I miss you back at home," "Am always by your side luv even if am not there," Greg smiled, intertwining their hands. He then pulled Mycroft to bed and caused a giggling fit. "Gregory! I got work to finish!" Mycroft complained, but he couldn't help giggling with his love. He loved it when Greg smiled or when he tries to be slick.

"Fine! But only one night and am leaving early in the morning," Mycroft implied, sit up so he could take off his derby and waistcoat. Greg smiled, getting comfortable in the bed.

They slept peacefully that night, tangled up into each other warm. And as Mycroft implied, he left early in the morning giving Gregory a kiss on the forehead before he left

Author note! Next chapter will be Anderson x Lestrade, requested by TRAVALERRAY