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Greg Lestrade is a workaholic. And it's a well known fact. Even though Sherlock solves some cases every now and then. But Greg on the other hand works his arse off every day. He enjoys working.

People say that Sherlock doesn't sleep. Well they should see Greg. Greg can go 2 weeks without sleeping before passing out on his desk. 

When Greg was a child he was diagnosed with ADHD. His parents put him on medication which helped him calm down. But didn't exactly help with his sleeping troubles. He had insomnia. And still has.

Nobody really has noticed these qualities of Greg Lestrade. But it was more than okay. Not everyone had to know everything about him.

Currently Greg Lestrade was surrounding a building with his team. In which they had gotten a report of a murderer being in there.

Greg and his team had invaded the house only to be met with a dead body of some important looking guy.

"Donovan lock the street down! Anderson search the house!" Greg yelled out orders. 

They did as they were told. Greg quickly put on some gloves and searched the body. Quickly finding his ID.

"Run this through" he gave the ID to one of his team members.

Soon enough Greg knew enough information. This man worked for the government. And he was killed from blood loss. 

The house was a mess. And it seemed to be some kind of government meeting place.

"Any fingerprints Anderson?"

"Unfortunately not." Greg sighed. His walkie talkie went off. "Greg uh a man is walking in?"

"What?"

"Look I tried to stop him but I couldn't this man has a way with words." Sally spoke.

Greg sighed. Then he felt uneasy. Greg shook his head and continued to examine the body. 

He heard footsteps. But before he could turn around his mobile started ringing. He looked at the contact and it was Sherlock. He sighed and hung up.

He stood up and shook his head. "Greg we got a hold of CCTV footage and the murderer may be still in the house" Donovan's voice spoke.

Greg felt uneasy. "Oh for fucks sake!" Greg whispered. Greg turned around expecting the murderer to be standing right behind him pointing the gun at him only to be met with a man without a disguise.

He was a beautiful man. Greg felt his eyes get blessed. "Sir you can't be in here right now it's extremely dangerous." The man scoffed as he leaned his weight on his umbrella. 

"I'll have you know Gregory Lestrade that I can be here. I work with the government. My brother would make a snarky remark of saying that I am the government. So step aside and let me see the body of Robert Scott Fell." The man spat.

"Sir the murderer is most probably still in the house we have to get out. I don't have my equipment on!" Greg exclaimed and started pushing the man towards the door but both of them froze when they heard a gun load. "Fuck" Gregory said.

Greg used his instinct and quickly tackled the handsome man to the ground and got his gun out. He quickly shot the man holding the gun. The man fell down and yelled out in pain.

Greg quickly got up and yelled out orders. 

Mycroft Holmes for the first time felt his heart flutter.