On the other side of London, John sat on the sofa, staring at his phone. Alex was at her friend's house (John had spoken to Nathan's mum and they were both going to keep an eye in the pair) so now, all he could do was think about the previous day. 

He decided his dick of a boyfriend wasn't even worth the energy to scroll through his phone. Sherlock, however, was another matter. That kiss... Wow was the only word John could think of to sum it up and even though he promised himself he'd not do anything for Alex's sake, he very much wanted to dial Sherlock's number and beg the man to come kiss him again.  

Sherlock , on the other hand, was looking through some crime scene photos that Lestrade had sent him when John’s name popped up on his phone. He immediately answered the call, putting the phone up to his ear slowly. “Hello John. How are you today?”

John paused, trying to figure out when exactly he had dialed the number because he didn't really remember. 

Swallowing, John finally replied. "H-Hi" He stutterd, wondering why he was suddenly so nervous. 

Sherlock smiled as he heard how nervous John was. However the conversation that he had with Mycroft loomed over him, suffocated him as he tried to think of what to say to John in a way that won’t mess things up again. “Is Alex okay?”

"She's great... She's gone to Nathan's today. They're having one of their movie Marathons. Another girl was supposed to be there but she cancelled, has the flu or something. His mum is keeping an eye on them after I told her about what we saw when they hugged. I know they're just twelve but... I dunno... - I'm rambling. God. Sorry..." 

“No no. Its nice to hear that she is having a good time. I’m going to start on her room in a bit. I just need to pop down to Scotland Yard first but afterwards her room is my number one priority.” Sherlock said as he walked into Alex’s new room and looked around at all the boxes. It looked like it was going to be a long night…

"Do you.. Would you maybe - er - like some help? Unless you think I'd just get in your way" John laughed nervously, not really sure what he was doing. Shouldn't he be keeping his distance since yesterday? 

“No, not at all. That would help a lot. Thank you.” Sherlock smiled even though he knew that John could not see him. Now, not only would he be able to sort out the room quickly, he would also be able to ask John a few questions. Personal questions. Questions which he had wanted to ask for a long time but hadn’t found the right moment to do so.

John quickly gave a nod and beamed "Alright, I'll make my way there in an hour or so to give you time to do whatever you need at the yard. See you soon"

“Ok. Bye.” Sherlock finished, ending the call and walked out to the living room to put his coat on. Then he picked up his keys and phone and headed off to Scotland yard in a taxi.

After the call ended, John went to have a shower and shave, making himself look presentable and decent. He knew he didn't need to impress Sherlock or anything but it was always nice to be clean. At least, that's what he told himself. 

Due to the bad traffic in London that day, it took Sherlock thirty minutes to get to Scotland Yard even though Baker Street was only ten minutes away.

Once the taxi finally stopped, Sherlock jumped out and paid the taxi driver, pulling the collar of his coat up before walking into the building. He took the lift up to the seventh floor, the floor in which Lestrade’s office was.

Lestrade had been given warning from Mycroft just five minutes before Sherlock entered the building and he was freaking out slightly. He'd already snapped at Donovan, demanding that no one come into his office unless it was absolutely necessary or it was Sherlock. 

Taking that as an official declaration that Sherlock would be here, Sally decided she wanted to throw salt on the wound and headed towards the lift where Sherlock would arrive (not that Lestrade had told her about Alex or that there was a wound to throw salt in. She just liked being a pain, sometimes… no, all of the time when Sherlock was concerned). 

Lestrade swallowed his coffee in three gulps, wishing it was something stronger. What was he meant to say? How was he going to explain to his friend that he lied for years and kept this from him? That he had sided with John over him despite the vast amount of history that they shared.

When the doors of the lift opened, Sherlock was greeted by Sally Donovan. She was the last person he wanted to speak to so he simply pushed past her and continued to walk towards Lestrade’s office, not letting Anderson’s bit on the side get in the way of having it out with Lestrade.

"Oi!" Sally called, trying to irritate Sherlock but she got ignored so she simply went back to her desk. 

Lestrade heard the commotion and despite wanting to hide under his desk and pretend that he wasn't there, he approached the door and held it open for Sherlock. Alpha, Omega or Beta would be scared of Sherlock when he was angry and Lestrade had no issues admitting he, like many, was terrified of an angry Sherlock.

Sherlock stormed into the room and sat down in the seat opposite to Lestrade’s desk.  “I considered you to be a… friend.” Sherlock spat out the word as if it was loathsome and crossed his arms across his chest and stared at the Detective.

Lestrade took his time in moving to sit in his sit, finding the way those blue eyes stuck to him to be daunting. He honestly wondered if he should fear for his life. 

When he did sit, Lestrade began to speak. "I know... And I'm sorry. I'm not going to lie, I- I should have been more reluctant when... when John asked me to keep quiet…" 

“Why did you keep quiet though? Did I do something wrong or did you just do it to get back at me for all of the times that I have been a complete arse to you?” Sherlock sat back in the seat, crossing his feet at his ankles.

Lestrade was expecting anger. This was.... unexpected. Maybe Sherlock’s anger got spent up when he confronted Mycroft.

"Sherlock, what? You didn't do a thing. John made his decision and while I did condemn it, I keep quiet because he asked me too"

“Why did he make that decision though? I don’t understand why he would choose to move away from a stable life with me, well as stable as you can get living with me, unless I did something wrong. It just doesn’t make any sense.” Sherlock’s head fell forward and he held it inhis hands.

"You're asking the wrong person. He wouldn't explain it to me.. Mycroft said you've known for over a month now or something like that... Have you not talked? You must have!" 

“So, let me get this right. You went along with charade for 12 years and never told me but you didn’t even understand the whole situation? What the hell Lestrade! I thought you were at a least a half decent police officer but this just proves otherwise.” Sherlock lifted his head back up and looked at Lestrade even more stern than before.

Anger. As Lestrade expected, yet still he shrunk back slightly. 

"J-John asked me to. I didn't have to understand it all to see that he didn't want me telling anyone. He look like hell when he came to me. I didn't even know that Mycroft knew until I saw him leaving the house… Fuck. I am sorry, Sherlock. But John... He seemed desperate." 

Desperate…. John was desperate to leave him. “Fuck you, Lestrade!” Sherlock stood up and grabbed Lestrade’s cup from the table. “Do you like this cup?”

Lestrade was confused but he just nodded slowly, hoping Sherlock wouldn't attack him with the cup. That wouldn't be good and he didn't want to end up in A&E. Although, the DI didn’t blame him for wanting to physically hurt him.

Sherlock threw the cup across the room, narrowly avoiding Lestrade’s head. Then he walked up to Lestrade so that he was face to face with him. “You ever come near me again or do something like that again when it comes to my family then it will be something larger and heavier aimed at your head.” He turned around and started to walk out of the room.

Lestrade was holding his breath and let it out when Sherlock exited the room, slumping in his seat and wishing it would eat him whole.