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Greg knew he should not have tried it. He really did know.
It was a fool’s quest to try. Especially, in the semi lit kitchen.
But stubbornness was very much a trait of being a Lestrade.
To the victor, no?
So, he tried - several times.
And failed – several times.
Yet he was getting closer to his goal, each attempt giving him false security, that the next would be successful, he overextended his reach, upsetting his delicate balance.
Greg felt the wrongness of it and knew there was not a thing he could do already feeling himself about to make impact with the floor.
“Greg!” A partially dressed Mycroft ran into their kitchen. His eyes immediately deduced what happened. “Your leg!”
“Damn my leg!” Greg shouted. Teeth gritted; his hand slapped at the cast he wore in frustration.
Mycroft helped him to a chair. “What were you thinking?”
“That I’d make you some damned tea before you left!” Greg glared at the box that still mocked him from the upper shelf. The shelf he himself had placed them on. But that was days before surprising a criminal by tackling him.
Fortunately, Greg had made the arrest.
Unfortunately, he had broken his tibia during the capture and was currently out on medical leave.
“I can help you with that.” Mycroft finished buttoning his waistcoat, his long legs easily letting him get the box. He tutted when Greg started to reach for his fallen crutch. “Why didn’t you just ask someone?”
“It’s early. I didn’t want to wake staff…” Greg groused. “And I’m not an invalid.”
“No one says you are.” Mycroft handed him a mug and squatted before him. “What would you say - roles reverse?”
“Sod off.” Greg could not help his growing smile. “I know what you’re doing… What about your staff?”
“Our staff, love.” Mycroft reminded him, his hand on Greg’s thigh, exposed from the cutoff trouser leg for his cast, travelled. “You know they’re discreet. “Just trust me. Please.”
“How’s the tea…?” Mycroft grinned zipping him up when done “Worth it?”
Greg grinned at his new husband, forgotten mugs on the table.
To the victor, indeed!
“Yes. Mm, good.”