BBC Sherlock imagines

Saturday Morning

Sherlock:
Sherlock didn't sleep very often and last night was not one of the rare nights that he did. So he simply sat up in bed, in his mind palace all night. Half way through the night he had been brought out of his trance at the sound of a particularly loud snore from you. He smiled at the sight of you and pulled you close so that your head rested on his chest and that's where you stayed for the entire night, sleeping peacefully. The sun was now up and you were beginning to stir. This once again pulled Sherlock back to reality and he looked down at you as you opened your eyes. "Good morning, beautiful" he said, causing you to smile up at him. "Tea?" He asked. You nodded and started to get up, assuming he meant you were to make the tea considering you'd only witnessed him make tea once in the two years you've known him. "No, no, no. You stay here, it's Saturday, I'll make it" he said, pushing you back down gently. He left the room and returned a few minutes later with two steaming mugs. He handed you yours and climbed back under the covers next to you. He had no cases on and so the two of you spent the whole cold, December morning in the warmth of each other.
John:
John was always an early riser due to his army lifestyle and was always awake by 7 even on a Saturday. However, he never got up or disturbed you. He would simply switch on the telly, quietly, knowing you were a deep sleeper, at stroke your hair until you woke up. This Saturday was no different and at around 10:30, you woke up to your husbands fingers massaging your head. "Morning" you mumbled sleepily sitting up, "breakfast?" You asked knowing he'd have waited for a while now to eat. "Starving" he replied pulling back the covers and getting up, taking your hand in his as you went into the kitchen.
Mycroft:
You woke up on a Saturday morning, surprised to see you fiancé, Mycroft, asleep next to you. He had a very busy job and was never there when you woke up. You remembered that it was his day off and mentally slapped yourself for not planning anything but you finally decided that what he really needed was a long lie-in and a lazy day at home. You stayed in bed and listened to his peaceful snoring for ages. When you really couldn't wait for the toilet any longer, you got up, causing as little disturbance as possible and left the room silently not before placing a soft kiss on Mycroft's forehead. You went to the toilet and went into the kitchen. You decided that you'd make up for not planning a big day by cooking a lovely breakfast, so that's what you did. When you'd finished cooking, you set it all out on a tray and carried it back into the bedroom. Mycroft was still fast asleep so you set the tray down on the bedside table and sat down next to him. You shook him gently while softly saying his name. His eyes flickered open and he looked up at you. "What time is it?" He mumbled in a deep sleepy voice,which was fairly new to you and you found it adorable. "Ten to 12" you replied, smiling. "What?" He exclaimed, shooting up "Oh lord. I'm so sorry if I've ruined your day" he said rubbing his eyes. "No, not at all. To be completely honest I forgot, and so didn't have anything planned" you admitted a little embarrassed "but I thought you could do with a lazy day and so I made you breakfast" you said, remembering the tray behind you and brought it forward. Mycroft smiled and took it gratefully and ate it all. You took the tray back off him and went to wash the plate, glass and cutlery; with much objection from Mycroft who hated not helping but you were firm and eventually wrong. After a little while you returned to the bedroom to find your fiancé on his laptop, working. "Oh absolutely not!" You protested loudly. You took the laptop from Mycroft and shut it down, making sure everything was saved and looked back at Mycroft; "it's your day off, for goodness sake!" You sat back down next to him and turned on Netflix on the large tv and you both picked out a film.
Moriarty:
You and Jim hadn't been together for very long but both of you were very intimate people and had no reason to not spend the night together[perfectly innocently, get your mind out of the gutter]. It was now a Saturday morning and you were both still asleep in Jim's mansion. However, Jim hadn't told any of his men that he wouldn't be working today and hadn't specified no clients. So you were woken up by a knock at the bedroom door. Jim, being a heavy sleeper, didn't wake up so you decided to hop out of bed and answer the door, not before checking that you look decent in the mirror. You opened the door to see a tall man in a suit with a gun in hand. You knew what Jim did for a living and wasn't too shocked to open the door to this. "Hello?" You asked. "Who are you" the man replied, suspicious of the new face. "(Y/N)" you replied confidently "Jim's girlfriend". "Oh" he replied, suddenly feeling guilty for clocking his gun. "Is Mr Moriarty here?" He asked "yeah just let me wake him" you replied, pushing the door to. You went over to the bed and shook Jim awake. You explained the situation to him and he told you to wait there while he went into the living room with the man. You heard  a lot of shouting from Jim and figured out that the man was going to loose his job, so you interfered and won, knowing you were his weakness. He let the man go and made a few phone calls to stop any other intrusions before you pulled him back to bed and you cuddled up together. It still being fairly early, Jim soon fell back to sleep and you lay in his arms listening to his deep yet soft snores until you too drifted off.
Leatrade:
Now that John had moved out, you shared a flat with the famous Sherlock Holmes at 221b Baker Street. You had originally been suggested the flat by your good friend detective inspector Greg Lestrade. You were used to Sherlock's lifestyle and you learned to live with his cases and sometimes even helped him with them when you were free, but today you just couldn't be bothered. It had been a long day at work and you just wanted to relax so you insisted that Sherlock took John or Mary with him. You were sat dozing off on the sofa when there was a knock at the door. You didn't want any company but you thought it might be important seeing as though mrs Hudson had already sent them up; so you decided to answer it and get rid of them as soon as possible. But when you saw your, well best friend you supposed, standing there you couldn't say no. So you invited him in and he sat down next to the spot on the sofa where you were. "Sorry, where are my manners, tea?" You asked getting up. Greg nodded gratefully and followed you to the kitchen. "So, what's up?" You asked "Sherlock's on a case if your after him but I assumed it was for you?" Greg stayed silent. "Greg? What's wrong?" You asked, suddenly noticing the look of sadness on his face and becoming very worried. Greg sighed and looked down at his hands. "We lost an officer on the case today" he mumbled "he was a good friend of mine." "I'm sorry" you said sympathetically, walking towards him. You have him a tight,long hug and you felt tears drip onto your shoulder- the DI rarely ever cried so you knew this had hit him hard. After a long while, he pulled away, wiping his eyes "I'm sorry I've lumbered all of this on you, I'm not even sure why I'm here so late. I just didn't want to be alone in my apartment and I didn't know where else to go" he explained. "Don't even dare apologise. You're welcome here whenever you want, no matter what time, and I'll always be here for you if you need me. You know that right?" You said. Greg hummed in response, tears still dripping. "Right that's it, you're  saying here tonight, no arguments. You can go top and tail with me" you stated. You finished making the teas and lead Greg back into the sofa where you sat for a couple of hours, despite how tired you were, and talked about the coworker who had passed away along with a load of other things Greg needed to get off of his chest. When it reached midnight you were so tired you were struggling to keep your eyes open and were yawning like crazy. Greg noticed this and immediately felt incredibly guilty. He picked up his mug and yours and took them to the kitchen. "Bed?" He suggested and you jumped at the opportunity. "I don't mind sleeping on the sofa" he insisted as he waited outside while you got changed. "Nonsense" you said emerging from the door to brush your teeth. "I texted Sherlock and told him you'd be staying so there'll be no awkward questions in the morning and like I said, your welcome whenever you want" you assured. After a few minutes you both climbed into bed, you at the top and Greg at the bottom and within a few moments you were both sound asleep after the long day you'd both had.

A/N
The last one strayed away from the Saturday morning plot, oops, sorry. Xx