Some omegaverse Mystrade for ya’ll:<\/p>\n
Leave the Ghosts Behind<\/a> –\u00a0Greg was just going into heat when Mycroft offered him a lift home.<\/p>\n teaser below the cut<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Greg cursed as he finished wrapping up the crime scene. He\u2019d been feeling his heat coming on, but had done his best to ignore it. At least his people were professional enough not to mention it. But now things were finished and everyone was leaving and he could at last get into his car and try to get back to his flat.<\/p>\n It was pouring down rain when he got a flat tyre halfway home. Of course his jacket had been left back at the office and he was only wearing his suit coat. Grumbling, he got out and kicked the offending tyre, going to the trunk to change it…only to realize the spare was missing.<\/p>\n Greg kicked the next nearest tyre.<\/p>\n He fumbled for his phone, not even sure who to call, when the dark car pulled up behind him. This did nothing alleviate the cursing or the foul mood. He slammed the trunk shut and turned around, stomping to the window. \u201cWhat do you want, Mycroft?\u201d<\/p>\n Mycroft looked imperious as ever as the window came down. Even through the pouring rain Greg could smell the alpha. He was well aware of Mycroft Holmes. It was impossible not to be when one was in the orbit of Sherlock. The older watched over the younger like some great brooding eagle looming over its nest. Thank God Sherlock was a beta or else Mycroft might not have let him leave the house. Not that it would have stopped him.<\/p>\n \u201cGregory, please, get in.\u201d Mycroft\u2019s voice stopped his wandering thoughts.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s really not a good idea,\u201d said Greg, taking half a step back.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you are concerned about your heat, don\u2019t be. I can control my baser instincts. And your heat has barely begun.\u201d<\/p>\n