You arrive home from work long before your husband does. He usually gets home not long after you; sometimes you even get home from work around the same time if it's an easy day for Scotland Yard. But this time you come home to an empty apartment, and you wonder when he'll be home. 

 You wait a little while before having dinner, but when it's after six and Greg still isn't home, you make dinner for two, eat half of it, and then put the other half away for him. You text him to ask if everything's all right at the station, and it takes him a while to answer. 

 Fine. Being held up with a case. Should be home soon. 

 You sigh and put your phone down. That was the problem with being married to a detective working in a big city like London. There was plenty of crime and so much area to cover that it kept Greg working more often than he clearly would have liked, especially lately, since he was working on a difficult case that was taking up a lot of his time. 

 The sun goes down, it gets dark out, and Greg still isn't home. You're not too worried, though. You know your husband; he knows what he's doing and you know he can handle himself in a bad situation. 

 You take a shower and watch some television, and you doze off for a little while. You wake up with a start when you hear the door unlock. 

 "Y/N! Have you been waiting up for me this long?" Greg asks. 

 "Yeah, I guess so," you say with a yawn. "How late is it?" 

 "Really late. I'm sorry I couldn't get home sooner. I was held up with this case. It's finally over, by the way. We made an arrest. Even Sherlock was involved in it." 

 "Again? He wasn't too annoying, I hope." 

 "Oh, he was his usual self. I'm sorry you had to wait up so long." 

 "It's all right," you reply with another yawn. "I think I dozed off for a bit, anyway. There's dinner, if you want some." 

 "Oh. You know, I think I am hungry. You're the best, you know that?" Greg calls as he goes into the kitchen. 

 You smile and close your eyes, falling asleep again.