BBC Sherlock imagines

I'm Okay

A/N
I noticed I only tend to stick with a few characters when writing my oneshots so I'm going to try and fix that. Xx

It was Saturday night. You were sat on your sofa, a tub of ice cream in your hand and you were watching your favourite drama on the tv. Your evening was perfect- well almost. It would've been even better if your boyfriend Greg Lestrade was here with you but he was working a serious case with Sherlock and you knew that had to take priority. You constantly worried about him when he was at work and it wasn't very often you actually got to spend proper time together because of his job. Nevertheless, you knew how much he loved it and how important it was to him, so you put up with it. You had originally planned to go out together tonight but a serial killer decided to start a murder spree so Greg got stuck in the field. You didn't mind too much as you too had a long day and getting to stay in in your pyjamas was great but you were gutted about not getting to see Greg.

It was now about midnight and you were starting to doze off on the sofa, when there was a loud, rather panicked knock at the door. You got up, pulled your robe tighter around yourself and fumbled for the keys to unlock the door to your apartment. You eventually got the door open and pulled it back to reveal Greg himself stood behind the door. "Oh thank god" he said, when he saw you. "Greg? Er... come in" you said, widening the gap in the door to allow him through. "Is everything alright?" You asked, worried as Greg started making his way through your whole apartment, checking every single room thoroughly. "Yeah, fine" he replied as he finished and returned to where you were in the living room. "Okaay?" You said, confused, "tea?" you offered. "Thanks" he nodded. I went to the kitchen to make the teas and returned a few minutes later with two steaming mugs. You watched Greg as you entered the room and he seemed different to usual, sadder. He was rubbing his forehead with his hands, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor the whole time, even when you sat down. "Greg what's wrong? Come on you can talk to me"
"Nothing dear" he replied, but he still stared at the floor. He wasn't convincing you at all. "Greg, look at me." He hesitated for a second but faltered and lifted his deep brown eyes to meet yours. You could see the layer of moisture building up in them. You hated seeing him like this and you just melted. A sympathetic look on your face, you edged forward slightly, and pulled him in tight for a hug. He wasn't sure, at first, but after a few seconds, he let himself collapse into you, burying himself in the crook of your neck. Whenever your grip loosened slightly or you lifted an arm, he'd just lean further into you so that you ended up holding him tighter. When finally he pulled back, you could see the tears brimming and threatening to spill, but he wouldn't let them and blinked repeatedly until they disappeared. "Please, Love, tell me what's happened" you begged. He seemed to wince slightly at the reminder of whatever it was, but inhaled sharply before saying; "it's nothing, honestly, I'm fine". "I don't believe you" you contradicted. The tears, once again, returned to his eyes as he silently debated what to say next. He sighed in defeat, after a short moment and began to explain; "I... when I was on the case, I... the killer, he managed to outsmart us all, even Sherlock, and he..uh.. took me. Kidnapped I mean... and I er... I was out for a long time before they found me, the killer just preparing to uh, you know, when Sherlock, John and other officers intervened." He staggered out. Your eyes grew wide as you took in what he'd just told you. "Oh my god. Why the hell did no one tell me? Oh my god, oh my god. Come here, let me look at you. Did they check you over at the hospital, are you injured?" You panicked.
"Honey calm down. The paramedics checked me over but I declined going to the hospital- I wanted to see you. And I was lucky, only a few cuts and bruises and a bit of a concussion." He replied. You had no words, all you could do was breath heavily and stare at him. "Oh honey.." you eventually managed to get out. He opened his mouth to say something but his words got hitched in his throat and he had to take a moment. Finally he managed; "I'm okay" but he just sounded defeated and as if he was about to cry. You reached up a hand and cupped his face, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. "No, your not. But that's ok. And I'm going to help you and you will be. Please, don't hide it from me" you reassured. Greg looked straight into your eyes with his glossy ones, and searched for something on your face. You didn't know what and you didn't think he knew either, but you looked back at him and smiled and nodded reassuringly and that seemed to do it. The tears finally spilled over and he physically drooped. You pulled him up and into your arms where he rested all his weight until the tears stopped- after a very long time- and they were replaced by a wave of tiredness which completely took him over and he was snoring softly within less that a minute. You lay him down carefully and took your phone into the other room to call in to his work and tell them he wouldn't be in for at least a week. You then returned to him and held his head on your lap all night, soothingly stroking his hair and watching over him in case he woke up from a nightmare or whatnot.