BBC Sherlock Imagines (Book 2)

Lestrade: Don't Flirt With My Son

Request for jackskellingtonrulz5 and whoever wanted a jealous Lestrade one... I combined two requests in one.

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Greg's POV

Greg had been smart enough to keep you away from Sherlock for the past couple months, always making sure you were sent out on work whenever he knew the sharp boned detective would be bursting into Scotland Yard. He knew that as soon as Sherlock set foot into the room, you would forget all about him. It was selfish, but he thought the world of you, even if you didn't know it yet, and wanted you all to himself.  But, knowing his own luck, Greg figured you would meet Sherlock eventually. Of course, he didn't think it would be today.

His felt his phone vibrate and answered it, not bothering to check the caller ID. "Hello?" he said.

"Gibs, do you know what day it is?"

Greg took a deep breath, closing his eyes and beginning to rub his temple. "What day is it Sherlock?"

"Take your child to work day."

"And?" asked Greg. There was silence on the end of the phone.

"May I be your child?" asked Sherlock in a small voice. Greg chuckled.

"Now why would Sherlock Holmes want to be my child for the day?"

"Well, I wouldn't be your actual child. If I was, who knows if I'd possess the intellectual qualities I do now, but I certainly would still have my good looks." Greg was silent for a moment, trying to understand if he had been insulted or not. "But I am willing to pretend to be your child. I'm quite bored," he finished, and a gunshot went off in the background. "Sadly, no one has channeled their inner psychopath lately so there's been a shortage of cases."

"You know that's actually a good thing right?" Greg stood up, going out of his office and peeking into the window of yours to find you gone. Then, he double-checked the schedule, making sure you wouldn't be in sight all day.

"Is it really though? I think one thing this world needs is less people and-"

"Okay Sherlock, you can be my child. Just for today though, god knows I wouldn't want you longer than that," cut in Greg, happy to stop Sherlock's pessimistic seminar.

"I could say the same father," he agreed, then hung up. Greg couldn't really pinpoint why he had said yes. He knew Sherlock would drive him mad all day, but deep down the DI had a soft spot for the curly haired manboy that he just hadn't fully acknowledged yet.

Sherlock arrived in a short amount of time, bursting through the door of Greg's office and planting himself on the chair in front of his desk. "What's on the agenda for today papa?" he asked.

"First off, don't call me papa. Call me Greg."

"If you're going to use a fake name anyways then what's wrong with me just calling you papa?"

Greg sighed, realizing this may turn out to be a longer day than he thought. Just then, his door opened and you walked in, a smile playing along your lips.

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(Y/n) POV

"(Y/n)," said Greg, standing up out of his seat. Your stomach filled with butterflies at the sound of your name on his tongue. "I thought you were on a case?"

"Turned out to be a couple of kids playing a joke," you explained, wondering why he seemed so nervous all of a sudden. You glanced down, noticing an attractive looking man sitting in a chair and looking at you with an evil smirk. You realized this man to be thee Sherlock Holmes. "Oh hello, I'm (y/f/n) (y/l/n)," you introduced cooly.

His eyes flicked up and down over you and you knew he was, what they called, deducing you. You were mesmerized as you watched his eyes, so lost in their own process and workings; his intellectual capability amazed you. "And you obviously know who I am as you tried to keep a steady voice when introducing yourself so that you wouldn't, I believe the correct terminology is, fangirl."

Your jaw dropped in shock, and you looked up to Greg to see if he to shared in your amazement but he looked too busy shuffling papers around on his desk and muttering angrily to himself. You frowned, then turned your attention back to Sherlock. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pleased to finally meet you. I'm always out on cases whenever you come around," you said, your speech becoming more and more rapid. "Thanks to Lestrade," you grinned smugly, hoping to catch the DI's attention.

It was no secret you had a crush on him, well except to Greg himself of course. It seemed that in the months you two had gotten to know each other he still had no idea that you wanted nothing more than for him to notice how you lingered in his office for as long as you could, left your shirt unbuttoned one extra, and always found an excuse to bring him coffee.

Sherlock gave you an inquisitive look at the way you practically sang Greg's name, glancing between you two as Greg looked up and blushed under your gaze. "Well I'm never pleased to meet any people, but you are one human that doesn't cause me brain damage to talk to."

"Thank you.. I think," you laughed unsurely.

"It was a compliment," commented Sherlock.

"A compliment from Sherlock Holmes?" you teased, starting to feel more comfortable around him. "That's unheard of," you giggled.

"Stop flirting with my son," said Lestrade, throwing the papers he was holding onto his desk. He looked up, just as surprised as you were by his outburst. You watched his tan skin turn pink, and you looked to Sherlock for an explanation.

"It's 'Take your child to work day' today and I am Lestrade's child, just for the day though. I was bored," he explained. You nodded in understanding, glancing back up at Greg as loosened the tie around his neck in an anxious manner, obviously still embarrassed.

"Why would I flirt with your son when I have a crush on his dad?" you asked, putting on your most charming smile and flintiest voice.

Greg looked up at you confused. "You have a crush on Mr. Holmes? Sherlock's dad?" You mentally face palmed.

"Well I'm glad I didn't inherit your observation skills father," commented Sherlock, giving Greg an urging look as he said it.

It took the silver fox a moment, but then he caught on, his mouth forming an "Ohhhh" shape. He looked at you sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck while you admired the muscles in his forearms.

"Erm, uh, wou-"

"Yes I'll go out to dinner with you," you grinned.

Greg could only nod, still in shock that his wildest dreams were finally coming true. You gave him a reassuring smile and he returned it, finally seeming like he starting to relax.

"It's a date then," he said.

"Papa's still got game," winked Sherlock.

A/N

OMG AS I WAS WRITING THIS I WAS TRYING TO USE "psychopath" BUT IT KEPT AUTOCORRECTING TO "High functioning sociopath"
MY COMPUTER HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN SHERLOCKED

Random: If you had a time machine, where would you go and what would you do?

(2 quotes this time because I forgot last imagine)

"Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple."
- Willy Wonka
(Decided to put this quote since the actor (Gene Wilder) passed away earlier.)

"Even miracles take a little time."
- The Fairy Godmother