Hello all! This is my first ever go at a Fanfic. Constructive criticism is welcome! I'm going to try a write a chapter every weekend.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.

Chapter 1 – The Current Conditions

Lestrade was utterly exhausted after a long week of working with Sherlock and John. Thoughts of cases that were to be solved Monday still bounced around in his head even though he was ready to see his wife and children and sleep.

As he walked up the sidewalk to his front door he smiled at the thought of his daughters running up to him to show him a picture they had drawn at school or to tell him that they had gotten an 'A' on a spelling quiz. He was especially happy to see them tonight considering he had worked extremely late at work lately and had not been able to see them.

He unlocked the door to his home and stepped inside. He looked around confused. The lights were out.

What? He thought.

Did he miss something? Did he forget that his wife and children were going out that night? Lestrade happened to glance at the clock as he stripped off his coat and turned on the lights in his living room.

2:00

Shit. It's that late? I was sure it was 8 when I left Baker Street.

Lestrade's shoulders slumped. He was not going to see his family tonight. With a sigh, he drifted into the bathroom to get a shower.

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Once clean and dressed in his pajamas, Lestrade tip-toed to his daughters' bedroom to perform his secret nightly ritual. He opened the door as quietly as possible. There in two separate beds slept his two beautiful daughters. As he silently watched their steady breathing, he smiled to himself. They looked at peace while they slept. He paused there for a moment. Pleased with at least being able to see his children, he slowly and quietly closed the door to their room.

While he was in the hall he again glanced at a clock.

2:25

Definitely time to go to bed...

He turned around and ever so silently slipped into his and his wife's bedroom. It was completely dark, but he knew his way around. He drifted to his side of the bed and slipped under the blankets. Jenny's body heat radiated underneath the blanket, and Lestrade quickly became comfortable.

The movement in the bed woke Jenny. Lestrade felt terrible for disturbing her at such an hour. Usually, he was able to get into bed after a late night without waking her. She rolled over to her side so that she knew she was facing Lestrade. "Hey hun..." Her voice was groggy and almost inaudible.

Lestrade rolled over as if he could see her in the dark. In a quiet whisper he said, "Hey babe. Sorry I woke you."

"What time is it?" She asked, her voice was becoming more audible.

"'Round 2:30" He replied.

She mumbled something and rolled back to her previous position. There was silence between them afterwards. Jenny must have fallen asleep once more.

Lestrade was worried. It had become tradition that if he accidentally woke her, they would stay up and talk. The past few times he had done so, Jenny didn't seem interested in conversation. Lestrade shrugged it off and figured that she has also been having long days at work and was drained from caring for the kids in the evenings. He would be sure to do something special with her this weekend.

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