Type: HOLIDAY SPECIAL YAY

Pairing: Greg x Reader

Warnings: IF YOU SAY "OH MY GOD JUST DO A CHRISTMAS ONE" I WILL CUT YOU.

I hate Christmas.

Moving on.

Idk they probably don't celebrate thanksgiving in England but I really don't care I wanted to write this imagine

You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself. The thick black sweater was nothing compared to the freezing November weather, you hadn't intended on spending Thanksgiving out here staring at a corpse yet here you were.

You could see your breath as it transformed into foggy masses, you stood next to Greg who had been smart enough the grab a coat. He looked over at youp, his dark eyes filled with sympathy and a touch of guilt. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, warmth instantly spreading throughout your as you held it around yourself tightly. You inhaled the familiar scent of cologone and coffee, "N-Normally I-I would insist y-you k-k-eep it but I-I'm too p-p-pissed to care." Your teeth chattered.

Sherlock was in front of you, examining said corpse. Only an hour ago you, Greg, and Sherlock were back at your place. You'd placed thanksgiving dinner on the table, Sherlock and John, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, your daughter Lucy, and even Mycroft had all arrived but of course someone chose today to murder someone. Very inconsiderate in your opinion. You'd been dragged along by Greg, who claimed any car ride that was more than twenty minutes with Sherlock would drive him insane.

"Well Sherlock?" Greg questioned, crossing his arms.

"Turkey." Sherlock responded, pulling off the rubber gloves.

"Turkey?" Greg echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Turkey." Sherlock nodded, walking towards the street to hail a cab.

"Care to elaborate?" You hissed, clutching Greg's jacket closer.

"Well since you asked so nicely." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "The victim was clearly seated at the table." He pointed up at the window to a building located beside them. He picked up the man's hand, "he told his girlfriend something she didn't like, did you see the nail marks on his cheek? Quite the slap, reminds me of (y/n)."

You stuck out your tongue.

"Most likely she found out about another woman, confrontation by the window, she threw a turkey at him and he fell."

"Ouch." Greg physically winced.

"Kudos to her." You shivered, Greg just looked at you and you nodded at the body. "Take a lesson pal."

"I've never cheated on you!" His eyes widened.

"No, but you did drag me out into frickin thirty degree weather and pull me away from my food." You narrowed your eyes.

"Point taken." Greg gave a nervous smile, you sighed. "Are we done here?"

"I'll write it up tomorrow." Greg took your hand in his, "ready to go?"

"Finally!" You cheered, hurrying to the curb, ready to get back to family, but most importantly, dinner.

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A/N

I MEANT TO UPDATE LAST NIGHT AND I THOUGHT I DID BUT I DIDN'T. sorry it's short i lost inspiration

Happy late thanksgiving!

So I met this cousin I didn't know I had and he understands my dilemma with my parents and them not liking my music and my emoness and shiz and he likes my bands and my superhero movies and he's like 25 so he's gonna take me out to see all the movies and do all things my parents won't let me and I'm so happy

Love y'all

Bye bye for now