requested: yes ( Can you do a Niall Horan where Greg is looking after your baby and Theo accidentally hurts her/him xx If you cant it’s fine xx)
warnings: lots of fluff and lots of overwriting because i’m obnoxious and have to put in a backstory with everything and google translated gaelic for no reason other than i am a sap
I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope that you like it and thank you for requesting something and I hope you’re having a good day/night :)
p.s Maeve is a name I picked for one of Niall’s little one and I’m actually working on another domestic/dad!niall thing because I’ve always been better at writing domestic things than anything else and I hope that’s okay with everyone, also Maeve is around two or three here I think and I do believe toddler’s that age can talk enough to get their point across but I could be wrong also I don’t speak gaelic or irish, I just used google to help me with this and i’m sorry the ending isn’t better
Maeve was a fairly calm toddler.
From the time she’d been born, you expected her to be loud and overzealous much like her father and most of her family. But she was born quiet and through most of her two years of life, she remained quiet. She preferred to sit by herself and play with her toys and she had a close kinship with you and Niall. She was never clingy, but she preferred to stay close to her parents. You weren’t people who hated taking your baby places with you either. For most of her life, she went wherever you went. From the grocery store to fancy restaurants, to social events and golf matches. She was well behaved and even when she couldn’t have things her way, she would pout about them quietly instead of throwing a tantrum. Niall had planned a special day for your five year anniversary that involved you spending the day out together shopping around and a nice dinner that evening at one of your favorite restaurants and as much as you loved having Maeve with you, it was important that you both got to spend some time apart as a married couple and not just as parents with a baby.
A/N: A request for the lovely @girl-next-door-writes who sent me a photo of Greg in TSoT in THAT BLUE SUIT 😵 I hope you like it! (And I hope it satisfies your love for Lestrade, Emma 😉)
Uhhhhh this is also a tad long 😳sorry! 😅
You stood in the middle of the reception hall glancing about at mostly unknown faces. You recognised a few; Sherlock, Mrs Hudson and of course your cousin John and his new wife Mary. You also spotted a few aunts and uncles that you had barely spoke to in years.
You brought your wine glass to your lips and after gulping down a mouthful, let out a long sigh. “Weddings are boring aren’t they?” A voice from behind you made you jump slightly and you turned on the spot. You sent the lithe man in front of you a small smile.
“You find everything boring, Sherlock,” you let out a snort of laughter “I’ll never forget the time I spent those two days with you and John. I don’t think I’ve heard the word ‘bored’ uttered so many times in my life.”
Sherlock smirked and scanned his eyes over the room “Looking for something in particular?” You asked and tried to follow his gaze.
“Perhaps…” he mused.
That vague answer made you raise a brow while your eyes darted back and forth from wall to wall “You’re a very strange-” your voice hitched when you laid your eyes on a silver haired man in a blue suit that only complemented that beautiful hair more. “-man…” you finally managed to finish your sentence while your eyes remained fixated on the man a few yards in front on you.
You were so transfixed that you didn’t even notice Sherlock disappearing. You were brought back into reality again from a sudden tap on your shoulder. “Y/N!” John caught you off guard.
“John! Mary!” You gave them both a hug “Congratulations! I’m so happy for the both of you. I’m also sorry that mum and dad couldn’t make it, they were devastated, but I don’t think you would have wanted two people with food poisoning at your wedding!” You giggled.
“That’s alright, the most important thing is that they focus on getting better.” John reassured you with a smile “You’ll be glad to know that you aren’t sitting next to aunt Petunia and uncle Fred.”
“Oh thank god!” You pressed your hand to your chest and let out a thankful sigh of relief. “Where am I sitting?”
“Table two, Mrs Hudson is at that table along with Molly and her boyfriend, Tom. I don’t think you’ve met Molly have you?” Mary asked and you shook your head with a negative response. “There she is…Molly!” Mary ushered her over and you instantly took a liking to the petite woman in a bright yellow dress. “Molly, this is John’s cousin, Y/N.” Mary introduced the both of you.
“Lovely to meet you,” you smiled.
“You too, your dress is gorgeous!” She admired and you glanced down at your blue dress with silver sash around your waist that tied into a bow at the back.
You thanked her with a bashful smile before someone crashed into you, effectively hugging your legs. You looked down and found Archie there and let out a laugh “Can I help you?” You asked quirking an amused brow.
“I want to dance with you!” He almost burst with excitement.
You, Molly, John and Mary shared a laugh “Well,” you began and crouched down to his level “The dancing generally happens after the meal, but you can dance with me then. I promise.” He ran off with a gleeful smile and you stood back up. John and Molly excused themselves and you were left with Mary.
“I’m assuming you didn’t come with anyone…” you trailed off with a knowing smirk.
“You already know the answer to that,” you looked at her with pursed lips.
Mary shrugged with a grin “Yeah, I do…while we are on the subject, has anyone caught your eye?”
Mary narrowed her eyes at you, unconvinced “You’re lying.”
“Am not!” You quickly defended yourself but Mary’s persistent glaring made you crack “Fine! Okay!” You rolled your eyes and looked over to the man you had saw earlier and admired him from afar “The silver haired man in the blue suit…” you mumbled discreetly.
Mary squinted her eyes slightly and left out a small gasp of delight and surprise “Greg?!”
“I don’t know his name!” You tried to shush her in attempts to avoid any unwanted attention to the both of you.
Mary bit down on her lip to stop herself from smiling too much, but by this point she could have easily been mistaken for the Cheshire Cat. “He’s sitting at your table…” your eyes shot open and your almost dropped your wine glass “You should get to know him, he’s really lovely. Greg’s a detective inspector, Sherlock and John are usually always on one of his cases.”
Your lips twitched in thought and you were soon asked to sit down for the meal. Mary gave you a hug of reassurance before you made your way to the table. Your legs managed to reach the seat before giving way with nerves. “Hello dear!” Mrs Hudson cooed and sent you a small wave from across the table.
“Hello Mrs Hudson! You look absolutely lovely!” You smiled and others began to sit down at the table. You could feel your heartbeat speed up with each step Greg was making towards his seat, you were convinced Tom and Molly- who were sitting beside you- could hear it thumbing against your ribcage.
Mrs Hudson bashfully waved away your comment “Oh please, you’re almost showing up Mary in that dress! You’re beautiful!” She giggled. The vacant seat next to Mrs Hudson was filled by Greg and your eyes fell to the pristinely folded napkin in front of you. “Aren’t I right, Greg?” The woman nudged the DI and he raised a confused brow.
“Sorry? Right about what?” He questioned, smiling at her as he asked while you slowly started to sink down in your seat.
Mrs Hudson chuckled “About Y/N! Doesn’t she look beautiful?” She motioned over to you and you looked up, perfectly timing the moment to catch Greg looking at you.
His smile faltered for a millisecond before an even bigger smile graced his face. “Yeah,” he agreed “She does.” He reached across the table slightly and stuck out his hand “Greg Lestrade.”
You sat back up in your seat properly and shook his hand “Y/N Y/L/N.”
Molly let out a small amused snort “You two are perfectly matching! Very coordinated.” After Molly’s remark you both let go of each other’s hand and looked down at your outfits and them back to one another, sharing a brief nervous laugh when you realised she was right.
His suit matched your dress and your silver sash matched his hair.
Dinner was served and you kept catching Greg whilst you ate, you couldn’t help but smile. Each time you did, Greg felt his heart flutter. “Did you come alone, dear?” Mrs Hudson asked.
“Yes,” you and Greg both answered at the same time and you looked at each other in surprise that the other answered. To be fair, Mrs Hudson didn’t exactly specify who the question was for.
Mrs Hudson let out a loud laugh and clapped her hands together “Sorry Greg, I was talking to Y/N!” He held up his hands and awkwardly laughed, Mrs Hudson gently tapped his arm with a smile. “So Y/N,” she began and you took a sip of your drink “I’m assuming you’re 'single and ready to mingle’.”
You choked on your wine and tried not to violently cough up half a lung “Uh yeah…” you coughed out “I guess you could say that.”
You didn’t notice Greg’s face brighten up upon hearing that. He was about to say something but a clinking glass captured everyone’s attention. Sherlock stood and began making his speech, you missed most of it as you were too busy being distracted by Greg. He was mesmerising.
He turned his head slightly and smiled at you 'Hi’ he mouthed with a small smile.
You bashfully looked away for a brief moment before mouthing a 'Hi’ back.
“Scotland Yard. Have you got a theory?” Sherlock asked and Greg jumped out of his trance. Greg looked up to him in surprise and Sherlock rolled his eyes “Yeah, you. You’re a detective, broadly speaking. Got a theory?” He questioned and Greg casted his mind back to what Sherlock was referring to, the stabbed soldier.
“Er, um…” Greg began, his gaze darting back and forth from you to Sherlock. “If the, uh, if the if the blade was propelled through the, um… grating in the air vent…” he continued and your brows started to raise in anticipation “Maybe a ballista or a catapult. Em, somebody tiny could crawl in there.” He shrugged slightly “So yeah, we’re looking for a dwarf.”
Sherlock stared at him blankly. “Brilliant.” He uttered out.
Both of Greg’s brows raised and he began to blink away the shock “Really?”
“No.” Sherlock flatly replied and you let out a loud snort of laughter. The noise was so loud that everyone looked at you in surprise. You had to cover your mouth as you continued to hysterically giggle, Greg was in awe with your laugh.
Sherlock continued asking until he moved onto his and Johns antics during their stag night. You turned back to Greg again 'Good answer’ you mouthed and stuck your thumbs up. Greg sent you a smirk and a wink, if you weren’t sitting, you would have melted to the floor.
Your moment with Greg stopped when you heard a champagne flute hit the floor. You turned and noticed Sherlock standing, motionless. A server handed him another glass and for a second Sherlock remembered where he was.
'Somethings wrong…’ you thought to yourself and felt your stomach sink with dread. You looked at John, who looked baffled at what was happening. He noticed you looking at him with an uneasy stare as you lightly shook your head, something was off. John stiffened slightly and you returned your attention back to Sherlock who was rambling on.
“Geoff, the gents.” Sherlock glared at Greg who’s face was riddled with confusion “The loos, now, please.” Sherlock practically demanded when Greg didn’t move.
“It’s Greg.” The DI snappishly added.
Sherlock gritted his teeth “The loos, please.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s your turn!” Sherlock snapped and Greg looked down to his beeping phone.
'Lock this place down.’ It said and Greg’s face paled. “Yeah, actually, now you mention it…” Greg fumbled to his feet and looked back at you before rushing out the room.
“Sherlock, any chance of an end date for this speech? Gotta cut the cake.” John impatiently laughed.
Sherlock sent John a fake smile “Oh! Ladies and gentlemen, can’t stand it when I finally get the chance to speak for once, Vatican Cameos!” His eyes widened and John froze. It took you a moment to register those words but when you knew exactly what they meant you audibly gasped and gripped onto the fabric of your dress.
“What did he say? What’s that mean?” Mary asked John.
“Battle stations. Someone’s gonna die.” He stiffly replied.
Sherlock continued speaking while your eyes darted back and fourth from one side of the room to the other. You could feel the tension building while everyone, aside from John, Mary and Sherlock, was completely oblivious to it.
Archie suddenly stood up and was almost bursting with excitement “Mr Holmes! Mr Holmes!”
“Oh, hello again, Archie.” He turned to the boy with a cheery grin “What’s your theory? Get this right and there’s a headless nun in it for you.”
“The invisible man could do it!”
“The who? The what? The why? The when? The where?”
“The invisible man with the invisible knife.” Archie explained “The one who tried to kill the Guardsman.” You, Sherlock and John gasped, realizing he was right.
Sholto stood and walked out of the room, calm and composed. Sherlock, John, Mary and yourself rushed out of the reception hall. “Y/N, call an ambulance!” John told you and you called them as they tended to Sholto.
Just as you hung up the phone Greg came darting through “What’s happening?” He asked.
“I don’t know exactly but I think Sherlock’s halfway through solving a mur-” you cut yourself off and looked off into the distance. “Invisible…” you quietly spoke to yourself.
“What?” Greg raised a brow.
You looked up to him “Do you have a car?”
“Well done,” Sherlock patted you on the back as Greg dragged the photographer back in.
You looked up to him with a grin “I’ve learned from the best,” you lightly teased “Now do your thing, Mr Holmes.”
Sherlock tore through the photographer like he was a piece of paper, deducing that he was the murderer. You stood back and watched with crossed arms as he did, eventually the man was taken away by two police officers.
Mary and John called you all through to watch their first dance and you began to walk into the hall when a hand on your wrist held you back “How did you know?” Greg asked in the softest of voices.
You shrugged a shoulder “Lucky guess. How awkward would it have been if I was wrong?” You laughed.
Greg stifled his laughter, yours died down in your throat and it went quiet. “Would you like to-”
“-Yes!” You cut Greg off a little too eagerly and it make him chuckle.
He held out his hand and you took it in your own. He lead you through to he dance floor and swayed you along with the tempo of the tune. “Nice suit…”
“Nice dress…” he brushed his fingertips over the fabric that perfectly colour coordinated with his own outfit. “So your John’s cousin?”
“Yup,” you replied before he spun you “And the story of the stag night doesn’t even come close to some of the stories I have about him.”
“Oh really?” Greg asked quirking a brow “You’ll have to tell me…maybe over dinner?”
You looked up at him through your lashes “I’d like that.”
Greg stopped moving you when he felt a tug on his suit jacket, he turned and found Archie standing behind him with crossed arms “Excuse me, but I believe the lady promised me a dance.”
Greg turned back to you and you sent the DI a toothy grin “That is correct…” you both turned and looked down at Archie “A promise is a promise.”
Greg held his hands up with a giggle “Alright, I can’t compete with a promise!”
“Don’t worry I’ll give you her back!” Archie dragged you to the middle of the dance floor.
Greg watched you with a smile on his face the entire time, you were so unbelievably beautiful, kind and smart. He couldn’t believe his luck. After finishing your dance with Archie, he gave you back to Greg “Take care of her now!” The brown haired boy warned with a pointed finger.
“I will!” Greg chuckled. He then lead you back out onto the dance floor.
“Sorry about that,” you nervously smiled and shared another dance with Greg.
“Don’t be,” the music slowed and Greg brought you closer to him, placing his hand on the small of your back and the other rested on top of yours which was pressed to the space between his chest and shoulder.
The moment was well and truly ruined when a bouquet of flowers landed in between both of you. The two of you looked up to a coyly smiling Mary who was up on the stage, delightfully clapping her hands. Greg removed his hand from you and took a flower from the bouquet. He gently placed it between your ear.
The ends of your mouth twitched upwards as you also removed a flower and did the exact same to him, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and let your lips linger for a moment before pulling away “Now we are perfectly coordinated.”
I TOOK THESE FROM MY WATTPAD AND QUOTEV. I AM NOT STEALING WOR I SWEAR I’M JUST ADDING IT ON HERE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You were at a crime scene because Lestrade had called you in to look over the body. There had been a suicide but you thought other wise. It was a woman in her room with a bullet in her head and you knew something said murder when you walked in.You heard of Sherlock Holmes but you had never met him knowing he comes to this kind of cases you would get to meet him.
You turned to Lestrade after looking over the body and said.“She was murdered.” You hear clapping in the door way and turn to see the one and only Sherlock Holmes standing with what looked like in your opinion a hobbit.
“Very good even I could tell it was murder."
"I know you can.”
“Who are you?"
"Well if you know it was murder can you prove it?” You smirk and tell him.“Well, the murder but the gun in her hand to make it look like a suicide but he put it in her right hand even though you can see that she is left handed."
"How do you know.” The hobbit like one said.
“I’m sorry but what is your name? All I’m thinking is that you look like a hobbit.” He raises an eyebrow while Sherlock smirks.
“I know she’s left handed because on her night stand it’s all to her left and the bullet to her head is on her right.”
“True but just because she was shot on the right doesn’t mean it murder.” You give him a look and Sherlock sighs.
“John just look at the room clearly it was murder. I mean why would someone shoot themselves on the right when you can do it on the left?” You smirk and walk away. You pull out your phone and see a text.
You work on the same floor as John but never really talked to him. You would inform him of a patient. You had just gotten to the clinic and went to the front desk. You see someone walk in but you pay no mind as you log into the computer.
“Excuse me."You turn to see John.
"Can I help you?"
"Well we never really got to introduce ourselves and since no one is here I thought it’s a perfect time so I’ll start, hi my name is John Watson and you are?”
“(Y/n) (L/n) nice to meet you.” You smile and shake his hand you talk until he has to go get ready.
You’re a cop from America and was transferred to Scotland Yard. You get up to the office and look around.
“Can I help you?” You turn to see a man with longish brown hair.
“Yes, I’m looking for Greg Lestrade.”
“Ah, you must be the American, Anderson. I’ll take you to Lestrade.” He takes you to the office and you knock the door opens to a man in a jumper and another one talking to Lestrade.
“There’s someone here."They turn to you and you wave slightly.
"If you’re busy I can wait."
"No no please come in.” You walk in and stand by the tall guy.
“American.” You turn to him and smirk.
“Your point?” He looks at you and turns back to Lestrade.
“See you when you have another case for me that you can’t solve Gram.”“It’s Greg!” He walks out with the other guy and he turns to you.
“You must be the person that was transferred.”
“Yes sir, (Y/n) (L/n)”
You were hiding from the police after someone called about a murder they saw and gave them your description and now you’re hanging low. You start to move only to be grabbed.
"Well, well, well what do we have here?” You hear an Irish voice from behind you say. You struggle to get out of his grip but fail.
“I’m impressed by what you did back there.”
“Who are you?”
“Jim Moriarty and you?”
“Well (Y/n) I have a feeling we’ll be seeing more of each other.” You feel him let go and you turn around to see nothing. You have a strange feeling in your stomach. You don’t know what is but you like it.
You had been living with John and Sherlock for awhile and you never had a problem until you were taking to this warehouse.
“So you’ve been living with my dear little brother.”
“Oh, so your Mycroft thought you’d be well, shorter.” You smirk and he frowns.
“So you’re dating my brother.”
“What! No no.”
“Then why are you living with him?”
“I’m Johns sister. I moved in with them because my land lord threw me out. Any more questions or can I leave scarecrow.”
“I’ll be keeping tabs on you.”
“See you next time.” You walk away with him really confused.
I think I requested this when requests were closed it was an imagine about being House’s sister and Wilson being shocked by how nice you were even though you were a lot like him in other ways or something
“Your sister,” Wilson repeats as he watches you converse quietly with Cuddy.
“Yep,” House pops.
“You have a sister,” Wilson declares.
“Uh huh,” House huffs.
“She doesn’t look a thing like you,” Wilson says.
“Are you calling my sister ugly, Wilson?” House sasses.
But Wilson just rolls his eyes as you break your conversation with Lisa, slowly making your way over to the two of them as a smile graces your cheeks.
“And here’s the ugly one now!” House shouts as he holds his arm out for you, draping it around your shoulders as you wrap your warm around his back.
“Only because I look just like you, big brother,” you snap, smiling up at him as Wilson’s eyebrows hike up on his forehead.
“Wilson. My sister, Y/N,” House introduces.
“This is the roommate?” you point before reaching out and shaking his hand.
“Thought you said he was gay,” you murmur towards House.
“Wait, what?” Wilson asks.
“No, I said I thought he was gay,” House says as you cock your hip out.
“No no no no no. Not gay. Not at all gay,” Wilson tries to interject.
You couldn’t hold back the grin on your face quite as well as your brother could during jokes like this.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” you ask as you turn towards Wilson.
“W-wh-…uh…what?” he stammers.
“Yeah, Wilson. Do you think my sister’s pretty?” House asks as he turns his gaze onto his best friend.
“Well, I-I-I mean…uh…”
“Yeah. Must be gay,” you nod as you look up playfully at your brother.
“No no no! I-I-I think you’re beautiful. Absolutely breath-taking,” Wilson blurts out.
A sly grin made its way across your face as House slowly turns his gaze back to his friend and colleague.
“Say what?” House asks.
“Oh, stop it, Greg,” you giggle as you release your arm around his waist, stepping forward quickly to thread your arm around James’.
“Breath-taking, huh?” you ask slyly, side-glancing a blushing Wilson as he swallow thickly.
“Well, I, uh…I mean, yeah. Yes, you’re very pretty.”
“Because I look like Greg?” you ask.
“Oh no, you look nothing like House,” Wilson says.
“I mean…we are related,” House states.
“Are you hungry, Dr. Wilson?” you ask.
“James. You can call me James, if you’d like,” he says.
“James…” you lull as you smile kindly up at him.
“And yes. I could eat.”
“Then how about you treat me to lunch,” you coo as you slowly begin walking with him down the hallway.
“Well, I, uh…House?” he asks as he cranes his neck to look back at his friend, his nerves getting the best of his as House raises his hand and wiggles his fingers in a playful goodbye as a smirk crosses Greg’s cheeks.
“Or I can treat you. I don’t mind wearing the pants,” you state slyly as the two of you round the corner, a grin growing upon your face as Wilson’s shocked expression slowly morphs into one of confusion.
“It’s alright,” you say lightly as you bring your free hand over and begin to rub his arm, “I think you’re quite handsome yourself.
“You do?” Wilson asks, his attention finally turning down towards you as you smile up at him.
Requested by Anon: “Hello! Do you think you could do a Sherlock imagine where the reader meets Sherlock when she joins the Scotland Yard and he gets frustrated because he can’t deduce her? If you’re too busy, I totally understand. But either way, thank you! ”
You arrived back from another case you had been working on to
Scotland Yard. You had been working there for about a month and you loved it. It
provided you an outlet to solve cases which had always been exciting for you.
While it was frustrating that it seemed you were the only competent worker, you
loved the job nonetheless.
The elevator finally reached your floor and you stepped off
to hear a very loud conversation coming from Lestrade’s office. You took the
file that you need to give him and approached his office. You were about to
knock when Agent Donovan came up behind you.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, the Freak is in there. I’d
suggest putting off meeting him as much as you can,” she warned.
You rolled your eyes at her. If there was one thing you didn’t
like about the job it was Sally Donovan and Philip Anderson. The two constantly
tried to give you “advice” about the job which you found hilarious because the
pair were just as ordinary and ignorant as the rest. Thankfully they hadn’t
been too mean to you yet because you were currently blackmailing them with the knowledge
of their affair.
“I do what I want Donovan,” you said as you knocked on the
door. You entered to see a rather tall man with curly black and a long black
coat with the collar popped. The taller man was trailed by a shorter looking man
with blonde hair who waved at you once you barraged in.
“Yes, Y/N?” Greg asked from behind his desk, looking thankful
that you had interrupted them.
“Um, yeah. I just solved the case you sent me out on. Here’s
the file,” you told him.
The taller man cocked his eyebrow at you. “I didn’t know you
actually solved cases, Lestrade. I thought you just called me in on all of
Greg scoffed. “This is our new agent, Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is
Sherlock Holmes and his partner John Watson.”
John extended his hand and you shook it. Meanwhile, Sherlock
stood back looking you over. “Yes?” you asked him.
Your question pulled him out of his thoughts. “Right,
Greg stood behind his desk looking confused at Sherlock’s
actions. “Yeah… Anyways, thanks Y/N,” he told you and retreated out of his
Eventually, Sherlock and John came out of Greg’s office and
to your desk. “Sherlock and John, right?”
“Yeah, right,” Sherlock quickly said. “For some reason I can’t
seem to deduce anything about you…. How about you tell me over dinner? Angelo’s
at 7:30 works for me.”
A look of surprise crossed your face and you looked over at
John, who looked just as confused as you. “Um, sure. See you tonight?”
“See you tonight,” Sherlock said before turning around and
quickly leaving Scotland Yard.
Gail was grumpy, she hadn’t seen her girlfriend in two days. So for two days she had progressively gotten grumpier and grumpier, everyone at the division had noticed. Especially McNally and Price. The blonde officer already had a short temper with them and now with the lack of Holly all it took was a smile to set her off. It was one o'clock which meant it was the pathologists lunch and Gail decided she’d take hers now so they could eat together, among other things. She had picked up Holly’s favourite sandwich on her way back to the station, doughnuts from her favourite bakery and coffee from Tim Hortons. Gail walked into Holly’s office like it was her own. There was some guy huddled over the table along side her girlfriend, she was explaining something Gail couldn’t repeat -too many words she couldn’t be bothered with. Instead of interrupting right away she took off her coat and hung it on the back of the desk chair and then started to lay the food out on Holly’s desk.
She was pulling the last of the food out when she overheard the man “Um, do you want to go for drinks after shift?” He was more boy than man Gail noted. He couldn’t be more than 21 and not even close enough to Holly’s lege to be asking her out. Holly coughed.
“What’d you just say?” Gail interrupted. The boy turned around to face Gail, he hardly noticed her come in and thought she was just dropping something off and left already. His name tag read ‘Greg’. Greg blushed, “I, uh, asked if Holly wanted to get a drink after work?” he stuttered over his words.
“Gail.” Holly started to stop the blonde, knowing where this was going and took a step in her direction. Gail stopped her with a finger, motioning for her to giver her a second.
“So you were asking her out.” Gail stated and the boy nodded. “You were asking your boss on a date.” she prompted.
“Yes ma'am.” Greg mumbled, looking to the floor.
She looked to Holly, “Holly did you have any plans tonight?"
"Yes.” she sighed.
“You see Gerald Dr. Stewart has plans, very important plans that do not include baby interns like yourself.”
“He gets it, you can stop now Gail.” Holly took another step towards her girlfriend, a smile playing at her lips.
“Not only will she not be going out with you tonight, Gerald, she never will. Do you know why?” Gail continued.
“Because she doesn’t go out with interns?” Greg questioned.
“Wrong. For one she’s very gay, and two she’s very very involved. Right Dr. Stewart?”
Holly rolled her eyes, “yes Gail. You’ve made your point now let the poor boy go.”
Gail glared at him. “So to sum up, you never had a chance nor will you ever. Pass the word around to all your little buddies because next one to ask my girlfriend out. No, next one to look at her the wrong way is going to find themselves in the hospital. Now leave and close the door.” The intern scrambled out the door, face beet red and looking to the floor. Gail watched on with a smirk.
“You really didn’t need to do that, I was just about to tell him. Now he’s going to be terrified to be in the same room as me. How will i ever get any work done if I can’t talk to the poor guy?” Holly asked. Gail grabbed the brunette by the waist and pulled her in close.
“I had to make an example out of him and now everyone is going to know you’re off the market.” she spoke softly as Holly wrapped her arms around the blondes neck.
“Everyone now knows I’m yours and there will never be another mistake. Not when he puts word around about the blonde, scary, sexy officer.” Holly’s voice got huskier with every word.
Gail closed the distance, not wanting to waste another second talking and kissed her.