Type: Oneshot
Pairing: Greg Lestrade x Reader
Warnings: none

A/N: Okay before I start this, I just wanna say that this came from something that actually happened to me. Further explanation with be given at the end.

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You held the fifth cup of coffee in your hand, the dark circles had gathered under your eyes. Your brain was going a million miles a minute from all the caffeine, it was your third, no, maybe fifth night without sleep? No biggie. You were standing and could hear the coffee, taste the colors, and see the squeaking of your desk chair. You were just fine. All the coffee needed was one, okay maybe two, or eight shots of whiskey.

Greg rubbed the back of his neck as he approached you, finally at the end of another long business day. He walked over to your desk, looking down at you with a soft, tired smile. "Ready to go?"

You nodded, pushing yourself back and your rolling chair began to spin. "Wheeeeee!" You giggled, were you flying? You were flying! "To infinity and beyond!" You grinned.

Greg raised an eyebrow at the childish behavior, chuckling softly.

"Greg I'm flying!"

"No your spinning. C'mon, I'm tired."

"Wheeee!" The chair came to a slow stop, he extended his hand to you and you refused it, pushing yourself on to unsteady legs and grabbed your whiskey bottle. "I don't need help. Imma independent woman!"

You were only slightly, SLIGHTLY intoxicated, and Greg seemed to find it very amusing. You continued to slur as you marched through the hallway, your boyfriend in close pursuit. "Imma independent woman! I don't need no woman don't need no man!" You took another swing of the bottle, "who needs sleep? Sleep iss for wimps. You can sleep when your dead! That's what coffee is for. Coffee and Whiskey." You seemed to trip on thin air as you walked, Greg eventually linked arms with you and supported most of your weight. You twirled to face him, "Listen Mister." You hiccupped, poking him in the chest. He raised an eyebrow, "I'm an independent woman. I don't need no man, no woman. Especially not a cutie pie like you. Did I mention you're cute?"

Greg raised an eyebrow and chuckled, snaking both his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The smell of the cologne you bought him hitting you, you buried your face in his chest. "You smell nice." You mumbled.

"Well I would hope so. Sherlock finally wrapped up the case which means we can go home."

"But home is soooooooooooooooooo far away." You whined.

"It's fifteen minutes."

"Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo far."

------ Greg's POV -----

Greg finally released his embraced and intertwined his fingers with hers, guiding her out the door. Fresh puddles littered the streets, rain was still falling. He turned to go back inside and grab an umbrella but she was already skipping into the dark night, the streets were empty and all he saw was her hopping in puddles, the tired and stressed lines seemed to have disappeared from her face. "Come on Greg!" She giggled, he looked around but no cab was insight. He walked over, finding her as beautiful as ever with h/c locks plastered to her face, no makeup in sight, soaking wet. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a puddle, soaking his feet. Unsure why he was finding such joy in such a childish activity he followed along. The two continued on like that until both were freezing, tired, and really wet. A smile on his face as a cab finally passed by and Greg waved it down, the cab came to a stop and he helped her in before climbing in himself. After giving the cab driver instructions he leaned back and she laid her head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arm around her. The lights of shops and streetlamps reflected in her eyes. After a few minutes he looked down, mouth open about to ask a question when he found her, eyes closed, fast asleep for the first time in what, a week?

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. The cab soon pulled infront of the flat. The driver turned and Greg paid him to keep driving, he hated to wake you from a long deserved rest. After about the fourth drive around, the drive finally came to an end and he gently removed his arm and poked her. "Y/N...." He said softly, her e/c eyes slowly fluttered opened. He watched as she reluctantly pushed herself out of the car. Greg extended his hand only for her to refuse, "Imma independent woman." She mumbled, not so gracefully making her way into the flat. He shook his head smiling. The two eventually reached the bedroom where she collapsed somewhat dry on the bed. He chuckled before carefully changing her into a t shirt and shorts before changing himself. He crawled into the bed, wrapping his arm around you. She opened her eyes faintly, "I'm your independent woman." She mumbled softly before sleep came over both.

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A/N Alright so no we were not a bunch of underage drinking teens, but a couple of my friends are dating and we were on a school trip and we were walking back to the hotel and my guy friend and his girlfriend were walking and she does this independent woman speech thing. When she gets tired (it was a trip that does not a lot much time for sleep) and when she's tired like really tired she seems like she's drunk. Anywho a situation like this happened (without the cab of course) and I was sharing a hotel room with the girlfriend so I got the pleasure of third wheeling. I was like hey why don't I make a oneshot out of this and put my thirdwheeling to good use.

ANYWAY I'm sick as you guys know so I'm writing instead of doing homework. Yay. And binge watching Sherlock.

this one is for drayizzle

Requests are always Open!

Bye Bye for now -E