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Greg was tied to a metal chair, in a small underground interogation room.
"I DIDN'T TOUCH SHERLOCK! MYC! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!" he shouted at the one way mirror.
He didn't knew exactly how he got there, being unconscious for most of the way, but he did know why.
"MYCROFT! YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU!"
It started with the looks, when he got to work that morning.
People would stare at him and look away when they noticed he noticed. He finally realized when Sally sneered at him "really, the freak?"
"MYCROFT HOLMES! Fucking fanwork day" he muttered under his breath.