Okay, i finally got that mystrade fic done. It’s a bit hurt/comfort:

Unspoken – Greg has had one of the worst days of his career. Three officers lost. He sends a text to Mycroft.I need you.

teaser below the cut

Wearily, Greg unlocked the door to his flat, aware his hand was shaking as he turned the knob. The door swung open and Greg made it the few steps to his couch, barely closing the door. He dug his phone out of his pocket to text.

I need you.

No signature; he would know. He dropped his hand to the couch like it was lead, slouching. His chest felt as if a heavy weight pressed down on it, making him breathe shallowly. His eyes closed and the horrid scene flashed in lurid detail behind his eyes so he opened them again.

The door swung in. Greg and wondered if he’d been waiting outside for permission. Surely he knew the reason. It was all over the news: three officers killed in a shootout with suspects.  Mycroft leaned his umbrella against the wall and hung up his coat. Greg watched as he stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Finally he returned to the couch, hook an arm around Greg and with surprising strength set him on his feet and got him into the bathroom.