Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

Always Faithful, Greg Lestrade

*A/N: i found this old oneshot that i did as a commission on deviantART and never posted it on here so enjoy this old (hopefully not crappy) story.

A loud ringing ripped through the silent night air.

"Babe..." (Y/n) groaned. "Greg, your phone." When the man didn't stir, (Y/n) sighed and went to answer his phone.

"Lestrade, I've solved it. John and I will meet you there." She rolled her eyes at the voice on the other side.

"He'll be right there as soon as I wake him, Sherlock." Sherlock hung up with an affirmative grunt. She went back over to the bed and sat on the edge by her husband, giving him a forceful shake, "Sherlock demands your presence." A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat.

"What time is it?" He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Three. Come on, get ready and I'll go make you some coffee." With a quick kiss, they each went their separate ways, Greg to the bathroom and (Y/n) to the kitchen.

Greg was surprised that (Y/n) was so calm about all the late night calls, overtime, and periods where they wouldn't see each other for days. Even after a year of marriage she still went along with his lifestyle and he couldn't be happier.

"Darling, where is my-" He called as he headed for the kitchen. (Y/n) met him at the doorway, holding out his coat for him to slip on. He turned around his arms were through and pulled her in for a kiss. "Thank you." He whispered, laying his hands on her swollen stomach.

"It was just a coat." (Y/n) touched his cheek and pulled away to grab his thermos.

"I didn't mean for my coat, I meant for everything. For the past two years, for our child," A smile bloomed on (Y/n)'s lips. "No matter what comes up, you just go with it with a smile on your face and that is why I thanked you." She set his coffee on the table and hugged her husband tightly.

"Silly man..." Greg's phone went off once more. "Get going before he has both our heads." She pushed him to the door, placing his thermos in his hand.

"Call if anything happens." He opened the door. "And get plenty of rest!" Greg picked up his cell as he hailed a cab. Once he was out of site, (Y/n) sighed and headed back to bed.

~

"Can I get you anything Mary?" (Y/n) called from the kitchen. Mary chuckled.

"I'm fine. Please don't strain yourself." She rejoined her guest in the living room. "How far along are you now?"

"About eight and a half months. I could go any day now to be honest." The two women sat and talked for a couple of hours until a hasty knock came at the front door.

"I'll get it." Mary nodded, standing to follow in case (Y/n) needed help. (Y/n) opened the door slowly. "Hi, can I help you?" On the stoop stood a woman, perhaps in her mid forties, looking at (Y/n) with malice.

"Oh, it's you. Where is Greg? I need to speak with him." The woman spat. (Y/n) glanced back at Mary who shook her head.

"He's out on a case right now but he should be back soon so-" The strange woman just pushed her way inside.

"I'll just wait here then." She wandered into the flat, plopping herself down on the couch.

"Excuse me," Mary stood in front of her, eyeing the woman in distrust. "But who are you exactly?"

"I'm Linda Davis, formerly Linda Lestrade, and I'd appreciate it if you lost the attitude."

"I would appreciate it if you didn't speak to my friends that way in my own house, Linda." (Y/n) snapped back at her rude guest. "Why are you even here?"

"That's between Gregory and me." Linda gave a fake polite smile. "Let me look at you." She seemed to inspect (Y/n) from top to bottom. Her eyes narrowed after finishing her sweep.

"I'm going to make tea." (Y/n) said uneasily, rushing into the kitchen to text her husband.

Are you coming home soon? She put on the kettle and paced until her phone buzzed on the counter.

I am leaving now. Should be there in 15, everything ok?

Yeah just hurry up, I'm fine.

With a tray carrying the pot and three cups, (Y/n) joined the other two once more. Mary took the tray and served the hot liquid while (Y/n) rested in her chair. No one uttered a word, the only communication being Mary and (Y/n) glancing at each other every so often. You could just about hear a pin drop when the front door opened and (Y/n) let out a sigh of relief.

"(Nickname), what's going on?" Greg nearly dropped his thermos when he saw who sat on his couch. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Can I speak with you privately?" Linda stood with a genuine smile. No one else in the room shared her joy.

"Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of my wife and our company." He held a neutral face despite the growing anger in his chest.

"Fine, if that's how it must be." The woman rolled her eyes before grabbing Greg's shirt and pulling him down to meet her lips. Mary had to hold (Y/n) back as she attempted to lunge at Linda.

"Calm down, he can handle it." Mary tried to sooth her pregnant friend. They watched as Greg ripped away from his ex wife.

"Get out of my house." He tried his best to be calm, for (Y/n)'s sake.

"Greg please, I miss you so much. We can work it out!" She pleaded. It was a pitiful display. "I can't get you out of my head and it's driving me crazy." He shook his head.

"No Linda. I found someone who is everything you couldn't be. I don't have to worry about where she is or who she is with, she's faithful to me and me only." Greg sent (Y/n) a reassuring look before facing Linda once more. "I won't say it again. Get. Out. Of. My. House."

"Fine." She was on the verge of tears. Slowly, Linda glared at (Y/n) then walked out of the flat. Mary gave a light hug to (Y/n) and left as well, giving the couple their privacy.

"(Y/n)-" She quickly ran into his arms, hugging him.

"I will always be yours, I swear." She doubled over as a sharp pain shot through her midsection.

"Oh god, it was the stress, I'm so sorry about h-"

"Greg! Please stop apologizing and call someone!"

After much panic on the detectives part, (Y/n) made it to Saint Barts and delivered a healthy baby (baby gender). Sherlock was not pleased that Lestrade wouldn't be helping on cases for awhile thanks to the new 'inconvenience', as he called it.