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    It had been about three weeks later. John was still in the coma. Greg had made sure to keep informed about John's condition in case Sherlock wasnt aware. So far nothing changed though, so there really wasnt much to say to Sherlock about it. Greg was in his office, looking over some files from a recent robbery that je was looking into.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]sone how, Sherlock had gotten into the station. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept since everything happened. He hesitated outside of greg's office, knocking on the door.

    Greg glanced up, moving over. Who the hell was that? The front door as locked. He opened it, seeing it was Sherlock. "Are you serious Sherlock? You can get in trouble. This is considered breaking and entering, you know." He said. He sighed, his gaze softening when he saw how exhausted he looked. "Whats wrong?" He asked.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]he hesitated. you weren't at your flat so I assumed you were here.. I.. I just don't think i can be alone tonight...

    He frowned, watching him. He knew the man was probably still upset and scared over John. He opened, the door, letting him come in. "Well, I'm working on some things right now. You're free to stick around if you'd like, but i wont be heading home for another hour or so." He said.

    Greg glanced down at Sherlock's hand when he grabbed his sleeve. He looked up at him. "...What's going on Sherlock? You seem really off. More so then usual. Whats wrong?" he asked.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]he looked down and hesitated before looking over him for a moment.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]he hesitated before swooping down and kissing him, his fists clenched.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]after a moment, he realised what he had just done and quickly moved away. i-im sorry, I didn't mean..he had been extremely moody since john had fallen into a coma, and every little thing set him off, so little tears formed in his eyes.

    Lestrade watched him. He slowly pulled the man in for a hug. "It's alright." He whispered. "Don't apologize, I understand." He whispered.

    Greg rubbed his back in slow circles, keeping him close. "It's alright. I know. You're scare and upset. But I promise you John is going to be fine." he whispered.