Sherlock One shots and Imagines

Sick - Greg x Reader

Some swine has given me a rotten cold, and I feel terrible. 🤧 So, what greater way to help myself feel better, than have Greg Lestrade as a nurse maid. 🤒😊 Sorry it's a little shorter than normal.

(Y/n) sat in bed. Coughing, sneezing, and feeling, well let's face it, feeling downright terrible. She hadn't had a cold in years, so now, it felt like her body had forgotten how to fight off the dreaded lurgy. And consequently, every inch of her. Every last muscle and nerve seemed to hurt. Even her teeth seemed to ache. And the pile of tissues in the little bin by the side of the bed, seemed to be getting bigger and bigger as she blew her sore red nose, for what felt like the millionth time that hour.

"How do you feel?" A soft voice enquired. Greg's head appearing from around the slowly opening door. A soft smile gracing his features, as his eyes fell on his ailing girl. A girl who was looking ever so slightly sorry for herself.

No matter how much she had told him to keep his distance. Told him that she didn't want him to get sick too. Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade would always be Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade, and in the nicest way possible, hadn't listened to a damn word she had said. Instead insisting on popping in as often as possible to make sure that the woman he loved wasn't on the verge of death.

"I still feel like I'm dying. I think my brain is drowning in mucus. But I'll be ok." (Y/n) chuckled, as she pulled the comforter under her chin, and dramatically pretended to faint.

"Hang on a minute. Where have you been?" (Y/n) suddenly asked, sitting up again. Realising that she hadn't seen the attentive Greg for well over an hour now. And that he was still strangely hiding behind the door.

"I've been to the shops to get you some things. But I met Misses Adelman from down the street on the way out and told her that you were ill. She said that she had the perfect cure for you. So, when I got back, she gave me this." Greg explained, as he finally fully appeared in the room, his hands full of a dinner tray that seemed to consist of a steaming bowl of something, a new box of tissues, a perfectly folded napkin, and a tiny little vase with a single beautiful flower sticking out of it.

"Oh, sweety. You didn't have to do all this." (Y/n) cooed happily as Greg placed the tray over her knees and got into the bed by her side.

"Well, I actually didn't do much. The chicken soup was made by Misses Adelman. But I did buy the tissues and find the flower." The detective replied, smiling as (Y/n) took the first sip of the freshly made soup. A hum of appreciation leaving her lips as she savoured the taste.

"So, what's it like outside? Has the world ended? Aliens landed? Has London been taken over by apes yet?" (Y/n) asked, as she snuggled closer to Greg. Savouring his warmth as much as the chicken soup. She felt as though she had been in bed for weeks, even though, in truth, Greg had insisted that she not move until she felt better, only two days ago. Despite the fact that he could really do with his right hand woman back at the Yard.

"No. No. And.......er no. Though admittedly I probably wouldn't notice the difference if apes did rule London. Though I think that if a couple of chimpanzees turned up in Anderson's and Donovan's clothes, we might actually get more work done. And I'm sure that we wouldn't have to put up with their sordid little affair, either." Greg chuckled, as he brushed his fingers carefully through (Y/n)'s hair.

"I'm afraid it's the same as usual. It's cold, wet and miserable. The streets are, as always, gloomy. Mycroft is still dogging me. Sherlock is still driving me insane. I am mowed under with cases and could really do with my girl Friday back at her the desk." Greg continued, (Y/n) smiling as he spoke.

She enjoyed seeing him like this. Enjoyed seeing him smile. Seeing him laugh. Most of the time he was so serious. The weight of the world, well at least London, sitting heavily on his shoulders. She knew that his job was tough. That the damn Holmes boys seemed to always be making things even harder. So, to see a smiling Greg Lestrade, made a nice change.

"Well, that's no fun. I had hoped that as I was not gracing the world with my presence, space lizards might have come from an unknown galaxy. Or an asteroid the size of the Texas might have hit that terrible deli around the corner, that I swear hands out a free case of salmonella poisoning with every purchase." (Y/n) chuckled, as she finished Misses Adelman's soup, and placed the tray on the draws next to the bed.

"I'm afraid that none of that has happened, (Y/n). But even if the world hasn't missed you, I have." Greg replied, in a strange way wishing that his girlfriend would get sick more often, so that he could keep her all to himself.

"Missed me? I think that you've spent just as much time in this room as I have over the last couple of days. I don't know how you've been able to do it. I'm sure that the pile of file on your desk must have gotten bigger. That London's criminals think they are safe because the great Lestrade of the Yard is otherwise detained. That Sherlock will find some strange way of using this against you. Blathering on about all that sentiment rubbish he spouts. But I'm most definitely not complaining that you're here." (Y/n) continued, sure that the only time he must have left the house was when she was asleep. But thankful that he hadn't listened when she had told him to keep his distance. That he didn't seem to care if he did catch her terrible cold. And had been there whenever she felt really bad. The sometimes slightly stoic looking man, always thinking up new and better ways to keep her spirits up. Or just holding her when she had felt like she had been invaded by the body snatchers.

"Can you stay? At least until I fall asleep?" (Y/n) asked, as she snuggled into her nurse maid a little more. A soft sigh emanating from her, as she felt Greg move further down the mattress. Taking her with him and letting her rest her head on his chest. The detective having absolutely no intention of leaving (Y/n)'s side, even when she had fallen asleep.

"I think that I can spare a little time. Only because it's you though." Greg chuckled. Knowing that no matter what anyone else might think. To him, this, being here with (Y/n), was the best place in the world.

"Why thank you kind sir." (Y/n) yawned. Feeling her eyes close as she listened to Greg's steady heartbeat. Confident in the knowledge that her wonderful man would still be there when she opened her eyes again. And that maybe being sick wasn't the worst thing in the world, after all.